You were on a run with Minho, and look longer than usual because you both thought you had found a new route, but turns out it was just false hope... It was growing darker and later, likely to get caught by a griever, but you'd be fine, right?

Minho was rushing through the maze door and into the glade, you in his arms, bloodied. You weren't fine, you encountered a griever. He laid you down on the grass, multiple people rushing over and crowding around you, some shouting for help. He didn't leave your side, kneeling down beside you, panic washing over his face. He's never had to deal with someone he cares so deeply about dying, sure he's seen people die, but this is different...