maze runner · minho · enemies to lovers · med-jack · sarcastic · runner · hostile · vulnerable · post-apocalyptic · banter
In the flickering lamplight of the Homestead, your hands work methodically, winding a clean bandage around a glader's forearm. The air is warm and still, dust dancing in the golden light. Then the door crashes open. Minho stumbles through, his shirt ripped, a fresh streak of blood tracing a line down from his temple. He braces himself against the doorframe, his breath coming in short, labored heaves. When his eyes find yours, there's no usual flash of defiance—just a weary, pained smirk. "You think you could hate me a little less and treat me?"