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. You feel someone sit down beside you. On his knees, looking down at you shocked, was Gally. He wasn't one to show much emotions other than seriousness or anger, but there was something different in his eyes.