"(Y/N)? (Y/N)!" I bolt upright, scrambling for my clothes. I recognise the voice as Minho's, and I know I'll never hear the end of it if he finds me and Newt like this.

"Yeah," I yell back, "don't come up I'm coming in a second!" Pulling my shirt over my head I turn to Newt who's just doing up his pants and kiss his lips lightly. "I'm heading off," I tell him, "I'll see you later."

"Alright, don't get yourself killed."

I blow him a kiss from the door then run down the stairs, nearly crashing into Minho at the bottom.

"Woah," he says, eyeing my birds nest of hair, "what the hell have you been doing?" I really hope I'm not blushing.

"Just stuff," I say, trying not to meet his eyes.

"Does "stuff" happen to be tall, blond, and walk with a limp?"

"Shut up," I mutter, grabbing the apple he hands me and walking off towards the South Door.

"Shuck, you did, didn't you?" he cackles, following behind me. "You sure you're gonna be able to run?"

"I'm fine, lets just get going."  

We run most of the morning, taking a few short breaks for water. I've begun to notice a dull ache in my lower back, but I assume it's just from last night.

"Let's have lunch, its just around the next few bends." Minho calls back to me and I slow to a more leisurely pace, sliding down the wall to sit beside him. I wince and wriggle around a bit to get comfortable, then catch Minho eyeing me.

"I'm fine, she said," he mocks and punch his arm, softly enough so he knows I'm kidding, but hard enough to hurt just a little.

"Ow!" he says, clutching his arm and rolling on the ground, being the overly dramatic little shit that he is.

"You are such a bloody drama queen, Minho, seriously."

"I am, and I am proud." He replies, getting up and opening a water bottle. "Want some?"

I take it, nodding to him.

"We should get going," I stuff the bottle into my pack and sling it over my shoulder, Minho doing the same.

We round the next few bends, and there it is, just lying on the ground. Its rubbery flesh looks a little dry to me, and none of it's spikes are out. It's metal tool-like appendages are lying limply around it. All in all, it's a little disconcerting.

"Dead Griever." Minho states and I nod.

Then I do something incredibly stupid. I poke it with my toe.

The thing quivers and whirs to life, spikes bursting from its flesh. I jump back, but not fast enough. It rolls towards me and before I can do anything it's rolling over me, its disgusting slimy flesh pressed against my whole body. I feel tiny pin pricks from its needles all over me, then its gone.

"(Y/N) what the hell were you thinking?" Minho yells, kneeling down beside me.

"Thought it was dead, that's what." I say. My vision is becoming blurry as the Griever venom enters my system.

"We gotta get you back," Minho grabs me around the shoulders and I try to stand, leaning heavily on him. "just hold on, lean on me."

We start making our back where we came from, Minho supporting most of my weight. I'm getting really dizzy now, and I can't tell if it's me losing consciousness or the sun setting that's making everything look dim.

"Almost there," Minho pants, "just a few more minutes." I don't say anything.

We round a corner and ahead I see the Glade, people gathered at the door. They're yelling encouragement to Minho, but I'm not sure if we'll make it. We still have about two meters to go and the massive doors are sliding shut. Just as I'm blacking out I hear a shout and thudding footsteps, then the crunch of the doors.

"Congratulations, Greenie, you've just killed yourself."