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Thomas:

(Y/N) and Thomas walked to the kitchen to get dinner after Thomas finished his maps. On the trip, (Y/N) had already tripped twice, yet hadn't fallen. This time, she wasn't so lucky. (Y/N) had tripped over a stray tree branch that was left lying on the ground, and fell. Hard. When she got up, she realized her knee was bleeding. She hoped Thomas didn't notice.

"Holy klunk, (Y/N). Your knee is bleeding."

"It's okay. It doesn't really hurt. I'm fine."

"You're not fine! You're dying! We've got to get you to the medjacks!"

"Thomas really. I'm f-" (Y/N) was interrupted by Thomas picking her up bridal style and running to the medjack hut.

"Help! Help! She's dying!" Thomas yelled as they got to the medjacks.

"Thomas, really. Put me down," (Y/N) said as Clint and Jeff came running out. "I'm fine, really. Thomas is just overly concerned about this."

(Y/N) motioned to her bloody knee.

"Well, that's an easy fix," Jeff said, putting a bandage he had on her knee.

"I feel really stupid now," Thomas said, his face flushing red.

"Well, you should. C'mon. Let's go get food," (Y/N) said, dragging Thomas towards the kitchen.

Newt:

(Y/N) ran out of the Maze, leaving the doors, the walls, and the seemingly endless number of vines behind her. As she left the doors, (Y/N) fell, twisting her ankle at an odd angle.

"Ow!" (Y/N) muttered, as Newt ran over to her.

Her ankle was swelling and hurt more than any pain she had felt before, or could remember feeling. Although, that wasn't much. But, her current pain was so bad that she had to grit her teeth to keep herself from screaming.

"Bloody hell (Y/N), are you alright?"

"Yeah, I'm fine," (Y/N) replied, attempting to stand but falling when she put weight on her now-twisted ankle.

"Uh, no. You're not fine. Let's get you to the Medjacks," Newt said, helping (Y/N) up, and assisting her in walking to the Medjacks.

In a few agonizingly long minutes, (Y/N)'s ankle was wrapped up. She was sentenced to bed rest until her ankle fully healed. Every day, as soon as he was done working, Newt was at her side.

Minho:

(Y/N) and Minho had just gotten back from a long day of running. They entered the Map Room. (Y/N) began to draw her map and Minho slowly began to do the same.

"Hey, (Y/N), maybe tomorrow you should run faster," Minho teased.

"Well, Minho, you should draw maps faster. And if I ran any faster, I would-OW!" (Y/N) said after putting her map away and leaning her hand onto the table. A nail was sticking out of it and stabbed her hand.

"Well, look at what you've done, you clumsy shank," Minho teased again, laughing.

"Minho this is not funny; it really hurts!!"

"Okay, okay. One sec." Minho rummaged through his bag and pulled out a bandage. He put it on (Y/N)'s hand, "There."

(Y/N) walked over to Minho, like she was about to kiss his cheek. Once her lips were inches from his cheek, she pulled back and sprinted out of the map room.

"Catch you later, shuck face!" she called as she ran.