Book Travel

12. Bombshell

Fear coursed through my body. I knew Newt "wasn't" immune and the Flare would turn up at any moment. The others, however, didn't know and it needed to stay that way.

I ran into the Maze Runner room, Minho following right behind. I rushed into the room to behold the scene before me. Newt was pushing Thomas against the wall. I could see the anger on his face, as it coursed through him. My heart clenched in pain at the sight of him.

I walked slowly towards him. "Newt." I said, hoping it would do something.

He turned his head and looked at me, a wildness in his eyes. My gaze never wavered, my gentle look trying to soothe him. I reached my hand out to touch his arm, but it never reached it.

The next second I found myself in Thomas' place, Newt pinning me there. I inhaled a breath of air, trying not to panic. "Newt," I whispered, the panic sneaking into my voice. I heard coughing beside me and knew Thomas was okay.

Newt raised me up against the wall and my feet left the floor. I could hear voices yelling at him, but all I could focus on was the boy in front of me. My hands rested on his forearms. "Newt, please come back to me," I said a little louder. He pushed me against the wall even more, to the point where it was starting to hurt.

"Why am I here?! You said you would give us answers and I don't see you doing a bloody thing about it!" he yelled in my face. I heard the panic in his voice, but it was laced with anger and bitterness. I closed my eyes and the panic I was trying to keep buried, began to surface. I opened them and saw Thomas and Minho with my peripheral vision, try and pull him back. But it was like he was made of steel. He wouldn't budge.

"Newt, please," I started to whimper. I felt my breathing becoming shallow. "I know you. I know who you are. You aren't this person. You're sweet and kind. You're loving and would do anything for the people you care about. This is the flare talking."

I watched his eyes and noticed them start to soften. Still, his hold on me never wavered. My breathing, however, was worsening. "Trust me, I'm doing everything I can to help. I really am." Now I was really struggling to breathe. I put my hand to his cheek and searched his eyes. "Remember I.. know... everything... about you. Newt... I love you. Ple" and at that moment, my breathing became uncontrollable. If it wasn't for this boy holding me up, I would've collapsed on the floor already.

I closed my eyes, focusing on my breathing. I didn't care if Newt was almost crushing the life out of me. If I lost control completely, this was over.

Newt must have returned to his old self, because I felt my feet touch the floor. I felt his hands let go of my upper arms and I almost fell to the floor. I felt arms wrap themselves around my waist and gently bring me to the ground. My heart was pounding and all sound was cut off from my ears.

I put my hands to the side of my head and began rocking myself back and forth. I felt every limb I had going numb and I began to get dizzy. I started panicking even more, knowing I was about to pass out. But just as I felt that feeling come upon me. I felt two arms pull me in and hold me. That feeling, slowly began to fade away and I was able to use my breathing technique.

I inhaled. "1...2...3...4," I counted silently to myself. Next I held it. "1...2...3...4...5...6...7." Lastly, I exhaled. "1...2...3...4...5...6...7...8". I continued to do that several times until my breathing was almost normal. Then I just took several deep breaths.

Once I felt like I was okay, I slowly opened my eyes. I looked up and saw concerned brown eyes looking down at me. "Are you alright now, love?" I heard his voice ask. My heart melted and I forget to take a breath.

"Y-yeah I am now. T-thanks, Newt," I stuttered, managing a smile up at him. Yeah, trying to conceal how that affected me was going great. Note the sarcasm.

I heard someone clear their throat and I looked around. Thomas and Minho were standing next to us. Thomas, with a concerned look on his face, and Minho had the slightest smirk. I narrowed my eyes at him, giving him a look that said slim it. Then I looked at how I was sitting and blushed, noting that I was basically sitting on Newt's lap. I could feel the blush reach my neck and I just wanted to die in a hole.

"Minho, quit smirking like a bloody idiot and help Sammy up," Newt glared at him.

Minho did as he was told, but never wiping the smirk off his face. After I was up, then it was Newt's turn to get up. I was just about to walk of the room, when Thomas voice stopped me. "You said the flare."

I turned around and looked at him. "What did you mean?" he asked me.

" Yeah, we're all immune," Minho added, confusion lacing his features.

My face fell and knowing the moment had finally come to tell them, had me sick to my stomach. "Yeah, you are," I paused. I looked over at Newt and my eyes locked onto his. I saw him stiffen and I just wanted to bawl as I delivered this bombshell. "All, except Newt."

He looked as though I had punched his gut. I looked from him to Thomas. Shock was written across his features. "Newt isnt immune?" he asked, almost as if hoping I would have a different answer for him.

Tears came to the surface and I forcefully rubbed them away. "That's what WICKED told you. That's what we were forced to believe. But, in the next book, you guys find out that WICKED placed a chip in your brain. It blocks memories, tracks you guys, and controls you," I explained quickly, trying to get to the most important part.

I looked at Newt and took a step towards him. "You jumping off that edge, WICKED controlled that. That was a variable to them. Gally shooting Chuck. Another variable. While in the Maze, you had no symptoms. Nothing, until you came out and came in contact with WICKED. If you truly had the flare, I believe it would've shown up while in the Maze," I took another step towards the blonde boy. He watched me, listening intently to what I was saying.

"With all the variables, WICKED controlling everything, and other things, I can't understand that you have that disease. In fact, I flat out refuse to take it into consideration. I believe, that WICKED is turning this into another variable. Until you guys can get those chips out, I think you'll keep acting like you have it, when you really don't," I finally finished, standing in front of Newt.

"So, you're saying," Minho began. "That Newt is immune, but he won't act like himself until we get these shucking things out of our brains?" he asked, making sure he had it all correct.

I turned to him and nodded. "That's what I believe."

Then Thomas spoke up. "And how do you propose we do that?" he asked me. All I could do was shrug.

"I have no idea."

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A/N: Hi everyone! So sorry it's been a hot second. Life got busy and I lost motivation. Someone encouraged me though and I got my motivation back! I can't promise I'll update regularly, as I have college starting. But, I'll sure try.

Samantha is based off of me of course, with some minor changes. But just like her, I have panic and anxiety attacks. The breathing technique she uses, is something I actually use and it's very helpful. Sometimes, it's the only thing that will calm me down. So, I hope this will help someone else and please pass it along!

Anyway, I wish everyone a great night/day, whenever you read this! If you feel like doing so, please feel free to leave a comment on ideas or anything else! I hope you enjoy!