The healer [Maze runner Newt x OC]

"Come on, come on." Grace crawled out of the vent, her hands braced on the cold metal floor as she moved quickly. Reaching back, she extended a hand to help Newt, who was struggling to pull himself up with his limp. She grabbed his arm firmly, her strength surprising even herself.

"You good?" she asked, giving him a small smile. He nodded, though his breathing was heavy.

The other Gladers began to file through the vent behind them. Aris, however, lingered at the entrance. "You guys go ahead," he said, his voice calm but resolute.

"What are you talking about?" Grace frowned, stepping toward him, but he raised a hand.

"Trust me, it's important. You want to get out of here, right? Just go."

Winston volunteered instantly. "I'll go with him."

Thomas nodded, urgency clear in his tone. "Okay, Winston, go! Now!"

As Aris and Winston disappeared back into the vent, Thomas motioned to the rest of the group. "Come on, we gotta move."

"Are we really trusting that guy?" Minho asked, his tone sharp as they rounded a corner. He was trailing close behind Grace, who cast him a glance over her shoulder.

"You don't wanna know where we'd be without him," Thomas retorted, his tone clipped as he led the group forward.

They froze suddenly, all stopping short as a woman in a lab coat appeared in the hallway ahead. She stared at them, her expression a mix of confusion and suspicion. "What are you kids doing out?"

As if on cue, an alarm blared. The shrill sound ricocheted through the halls. Grace tensed, her heart pounding as the woman's eyes widened.

"Get us to our friend," Thomas demanded, grabbing the woman's arm. The look in his eyes was enough to silence any argument.

The woman nodded shakily and started walking. Thomas and Newt stayed at the front of the group, with Minho and Grace just behind. Grace's hands were clenched into fists, her nerves wound tight as they moved swiftly through the maze-like facility.

Suddenly, shouts rang out. "Freeze! Stay where you are!"

Gunfire erupted, and Grace instinctively ducked as Newt shoved her against the wall for cover. The group bolted back in the opposite direction. "Why the hell are they shooting at us?!" Minho yelled as the echoes of bullets ricocheted.

Grace's pulse spiked as Minho abruptly stopped next to her, his face set with determination. "Minho! What the hell are you doing?!" Thomas called after him, but Minho charged forward, slamming into one of the guards with full force. The man hit the wall hard, sliding unconscious to the ground.

"Shit, Minho," Grace muttered under her breath, half in shock, half impressed. She shot him a nervous chuckle as Thomas quickly grabbed the fallen guard's weapon.

"Okay," Thomas said, his voice urgent. "Let's go. Move!"

They continued through the building, ending in front of a door as Thomas pushed the doctor forward so only she would be visible. ''Dr. Crawford, are you here to..'' Thomas pushed her in, the gun in his hands as Grace, Minho, Newt, Frypan and Jack followed. ''Wait, wait. Okay, okay.''

''Where is she? Where is she!'' Thomas pointed the gun at them as Grace rushed to the sheet hung up, pulling it open and seeing the girl. Thomas passed the gun to Minho as he pointed it at the doctors. ''Get over! Get down!''

''Okay, hands, give me your hands!'' Newt ordered as some did while others didn't. ''Give me your hands!'' He ordered again as he tied them up with torn up bed sheets laying around, Minho pointing the gun at them while Grace grabbed Teresa's shoes from besides her, throwing them to Thomas as he helped the girl into her shoes.