I was running in the Maze as if there was no tomorrow. It was getting dark, I was out of breath and I barely had any time left before the doors were about to close on me. I couldn't sleep properly after my conversation with Newt and it affected my physical state. I wasn't as fast as I would have been on other days. I wasn't even as stable which made it harder to control my whole body. I felt light headed and my mind was playing games which caused me to get a head injury earlier. The blood was still flowing down my forehead, but I tried to ignore it. I had no time to care about such trivial things at that moment. I tried to run as fast as I could, but I felt like I was running on the same damn spot. 

When I saw the last turn and my eyes fixated on the opening of the concrete walls, I felt an immediate relief. I smiled to myself and ran as quick as I could. I barely threw myself in the Glade just before the doors closed behind me. I heard the boys' voice, but I didn't want to pay attention. I was laying across the grass in a calm state not even bothered to open my eyes. I slowly felt them getting heavier and without a fight, I gave in. 

He was standing in front of my door with a sorrow expression sitting across his face. I didn't understand what happened and I wanted to get up to open the door for him and ask him, if everything was okay, but I was too weak to do so. He opened the door himself, walked up to me and sat down on the side of the bed. He caressed my cheeks and cupped them in between his big manly hands. I tried to smile at his gentle movements, but I didn't even have energy left to do that. 

"They will send me in tomorrow. I heard them talking about it yesterday, Minho." I whispered. I couldn't even raise my voice to a normal tone anymore.

"They will not." He replied, confidence clearly showing in his voice.

"What do you mean?" I asked trying to understand. "I heard them myself."

"I know, Y/N." He turned his head towards the door. "But I will not let that happen." He shook his head. "You are not in such state to go anywhere. You are barely alive and I can not let them do this to you." 

"What are you talking about?" I tried to get him to explain it to me. 

"I will go in, instead of you." He replied.

"No!" I objected, but he just shook his head.

"How can you expect me to just let you go in such a state? You can't even get up anymore." He raised his voice. "I can't see you like this and I definitely can't let them take you in such a weak condition so they can just let you die. I will not let that happen and that is my decision." 

"No, you can't make a decision like that. They will not agree nor will I. I refuse to accept it. I will go as it was originally planned." A gentle smile appeared on his face while he ran his hands down on my arm to finally link our fingers. 

"You see, they already agreed. Right after I have heard what happened, I asked the guard to take me to the lab." I couldn't believe what I was hearing. "I told them that I wanted to be part of the trials before you. It took them a while to discuss it but they agreed for whatever reason. I don't even care to be honest." He squeezed my hands and looked into my eyes. "You don't have to worry anymore." I couldn't stop myself and laughed at him with a bitter tone.

"I don't have to worry, huh?" I continued laughing. "You see Minho, up until now I wasn't worried. I thought what has to happen to me, will happen anyway." I released his hands and ran my fingers through my hair. "But now I am worried. And not just worried, but angry. I worry because you decided to go to an environment where you very clearly know that you can get injured or even worse, die. I am worried because I don't know how I will survive here without you. I am worried because from on this moment I have no other things in my mind but how on earth I will get you out of there. And I am very angry because you decided to make this decision on your own without even thinking about discussing it with me." He got hold of my hands again and linked our fingers.

"You are a strong girl, and you will do just fine without me too. You do not have to worry about me. I just want you to concentrate on getting stronger and healthier. I know it is hard especially with all the tests, but you must promise me that you will fight with all the power you have. Promise me." His voice sounded desperate and I wanted to make him feel at ease. Even though I didn't feel like I could get better, deep down something moved in me. I wanted to fight. I didn't want to give up anymore. Not for me. For Minho.

"I promise." I smiled at him weakly and pulled him closer until our lips met.

"What is going on with her?" I heard a familiar voice. "Did she get a concussion?" The previous boy continued. I couldn't make a difference between what I have just dreamed of and what I thought was reality. I started opening my eyes once, twice, three times, when finally they decided to stay open on their own, after numerous blinking. 

"That is what I assume. I stitched up the wound, so hopefully she will be..." He stopped for a second when our eyes met. "Oh, Y/N you are awake?" I just blinked at Clint not understanding what happened. "How are you feeling? Do you feel dizzy?"

"I'm okay. Just my head hurts a bit." I explained. 

"That's normal, you probably also got a concussion. I will ask you to stay here a bit more until you recover, okay?" He waited for a reply, while a gentle smile spread across his face.

"Yeah, I guess." I turned to my other side where Newt was standing next to me with a worried expression, clearly unable to hide it. "I am okay. Really." I tried to convince him. However his raised eyebrow and bored expression made it very clear that he didn't believe a word I said.

"Yeah, like I would believe that. Bloody hell Y/N, you were covered in blood. You were lucky you got back in time." He scolded me.

"Just relax. I am back and I am not dangerously injured either. It's all fine." He just growled at me, but didn't talk back. 

As much as I appreciated Newt's attention, I couldn't focus on it. I was worried about my dreams. They started becoming more and more like reality and it scared me. I couldn't possibly believe that there have ever been anything between me and Minho and I was honestly thinking I was going mental. What if my mind was destroying itself and it started creating all these weird images. What if I have something in my system which makes me hallucinate. I was so concerned about my dreams that I was thinking of every possibility which could have caused me to imagine unrealistic situations. I felt like my mind was playing a stupid game with me and it was winning. I was even questioning my sanity.