"Gunshot Wound"

Janson lowers his gun with a morbid expression. Thomas turns to look at Janson, a look of pure shock and horror.You feel shocked at what just happened, and your legs feel weak.Ava seems unfazed, she didn't even flinch."Load them on." She says calmly, walking back to the aircraft. You feel sick. A women was just shot, yet she's so calm.Thomas runs forward holding...a bomb?Crap, you stumble backwards after realising this. Janson rushes forward, yelling at the men to not shoot.Ava looks surprised but she doesn't seem scared.

Janson looks at you with a serious face, "Get inside the aircraft. Now."You know better then to disagree so you nod.

*

Chaos unfolds quickly. Gunshots sound through the air and you can only hope that Janson isn't on the receiving end. You hold your breath as you watch the chaos. You notice some of the gladers are surrounded by WICKED gaurds.

Finally, some of the smoke clears and you see Janson. He's aiming his gun at someone on the floor, but you can't see who. A loud gunshot makes you jump as Janson falls to the floor. Without thinking, you run out into the battlefield. You push past everyone, making your way to Janson. You skid to a halt infront of him and fall to your knees.

"Y/N, I told you to wait in the helicopter!" He snaps, but quickly puts a hand to his shoulder. Blood has already seeped through his shirt and jacket. "Well, I saw you get hurt. I had to help." You say in a rush. A bullet nearly hits you and you stumble back on your hands and knees. Janson cusses loudly and scrambles to his feet, pulling you up with him.

He drags you back towards the helicopter, ignoring his injury and only focusing on keeping you safe. You reach the safety of the aircraft and Janson motions for the men to retreat. The kids who were stunned are pulled in, Minho amongst them. You feel alot of guilt as you look at his unconscious body. The doors slowly close, with final look outside.

*

"That was stupid! You could've been killed?!" Janson says angrily as you inspect his wound. You're sitting on his bed, and Jansons shirtless while you treat his injury. "You're the one with a gun shot wound." You scoff and grab a cotton wool bud. You pour alcohol onto it and dab his wound. He flinches and you stop. "Sorry..." You say quietly, looking down at your lap. He looks at you and sighs.

"I'm sorry aswell. I shouldn't have been so hard on you. I know you only wanted to help me." He speaks softly. You bite your lip and think about the events. It's probably around midnight now. "Where's Teresa?" You ask and Janson turns his body to face you. "We gave her a room in the complex." He takes the cotton bud off you and dabs his shoulder.

You dress his injury and he puts his shirt back on."Thanks." He mutters. He lays down on his bed and puts his hands under his head.You lay down next to him. He removes one of his hands and puts it around you, pulling you closer.You cuddle him, feeling drowsy. You yawn and rest your head on his chest.You feel his every breath as his chest goes go up and down in a rhythmic motion.

He rubs your back gently, making small circles. You feel safe in his arms and you close your eyes.He falls asleep first, as you feel his breathing slow down. You try to sleep, but your unsuccessful.You roll over and place your head on the pillow. You look up at the ceiling, staring into the darkness. Everything that happened today races through your mind, keeping you awake.

Sleep must have come at some point, because you find yourself being gently awoken by Janson.You open your eyes, and see Janson looking down at you. He's ontop of you and when you wake up, he rolls off and jumps out off bed. You roll your eyes and check your watch."It's 8 in the morning. How are you so energetic?" You groan and pull the covers over your face.Janson laughs and lifts your out of bed."Come on, we've got a busy day." He says with a little smirk. You struggle to stay on your feet, "You can get changed in here. I'm going to take a shower."He leaves the room and you slump back down on his bed.

After 10 minutes, Janson comes back in. You've practically fallen back to sleep as he sits on the bed. "I've never known anyone to be as lazy as you, Y/n." He says in a mocking voice. You simply say 'mhmm' in response. He lays down on top of you, taking you by surprise. He wraps his legs around yours, trapping you. You put your arms around his neck and use all your strength to roll over, putting you ontop inside.

"I like this view." You say with a smug smile. He smirks and wraps his legs around your torso, pushing you back so he's now sitting on top of you. "Hm, and I like this view." He says just as smugly. Someone knocks on the door and Janson shakes his head with a slight smirk. "Sir, we've got 20 minutes. The kids are all ready." Someone outside says. Janson chuckles and climbs off you. He goes to the door and leaves the room.

You get out of bed, having no clue what they're ready for. You notice that Janson has left your favourite shirt and trousers in the wardrobe. You get changed quickly and sit back down on the bed just as Janson walks back in. "Look who's finally up." He says, shaking his head. "What was that about?" You ask, leaning forward. Janson shrugs, "We're relocating. I was going to tell you yesterday, but the turn of events took my mind off it." "I'm sure it did. Well, where to?" You ask, but you already know the answer.

"The last city." He replies before grabbing his jacket, "Come on. Don't worry, my men have already packed all your stuff."