Maze Runner One Shots (Requests Open)

We Panicked Anyways (Newt)

I didn't want anyone to worry about me. I've dealt with it my entire life. I've had it under control long enough to never collapse in front of people. The symptoms before are so subtle I can barely notice by now. It's just small enough that I have to do a double take sometimes to make sure it's a false alarm. Even if it seems to be, I still find somewhere to hide anyway. Better safe than sorry.

It's not that it's embarrassing. It's just that there's a lot going on all the time. Just when you think you can relax, something new gets thrown at you. It's best to not add to that.

I thought I'd be able to actually tell someone. I was so close too. Turns out, it was actually WCKD. While that's obviously awful, I can't say I'm not relieved I found out before saying anything. It's definitely not the most preferable option, but there's not much I can do about it.

It's an understatement that the Scorch is hot. With blazing sun and sand so full of heat you could only sit on it for a few minutes, our senses were in overdrive. Brain power was essentially limited to don't die.

The destination seemed to be a fantasy by now, a made up fairytale that we were never allowed to reach. Supplies were getting scarcer by the day, becoming as much of a threat as everything else trying to kill us out here. It seemed less and less likely that we were ever going to make it to safety. We already lost two people. It was more than possible to lose another. The worst part is that it could be any of us. We're just not sure who yet.

"How much longer?"Fry groaned, wiping the sweat from his forehead.

"Not long,"Thomas stated again. He's been saying that every time he was asked. So no. I'm not exactly confident that he's telling the truth.

As my heart was racing faster than it should, thumping in my ears, I knew that wasn't an option.

"Can we-can we sit?"I got out.

"We just did like an hour ago,"Minho pointed out.

"I know. I just-I just think we should . . . sit,"I repeated, closing my eyes as my head started to spin.

"Y/N?"

My chest ached in an all too familiar way. Holding it as though I could magically control it, I tried to study my breathing. I couldn't quite tell if I succeeded when there was a ringing in my ears.

Still desperately clutching my chest, I felt my legs give out but nothing else. Finally falling victim to my messed up heart, I passed out with the last thing I heard before I faded out being someone yelling my name.

♡ Time Skip⁠♡

The world was blurry but not so bright anymore. My clothes didn't feel like they were glued to my body. My head seemed to be on something soft instead of the hard sand we had been sleeping on.

With my vision adjusting, I found myself looking up at a familiar pair of warm brown eyes. Right above us, I noticed we were under one of the several large boulders out here, finally giving me shade. As everyone else was standing around us, space was not something that was given though.

"What happened, love?"He asked simply. There was no instant interrogation despite the worry lacing his voice, something I didn't realize was exactly what I needed.

"It happens sometimes,"I sighed, slowly sitting up, holding my chest again as my heart was gradually beating at a normal pace.

"Strange thing to just happen sometimes,"Minho remarked.

"I know. It's just,"I trailed off.

"Just what?"

"I have this condition. A heart condition. So sometimes I pass out when it beats wrong,"I finally confessed.

"That's a pretty important thing to just not tell anyone,"Thomas spoke.

"There's just been so much going on. I didn't want to add any more stress to anything."

"It was pretty stressful to watch you pass out and not know why,"Newt pointed out, his voice firm despite his soft grip on my hand.

"I know. I just didn't want anyone to worry about me."

"Again, love, it's more worrying to watch you faint."

I nodded before drinking the water he handed me, something I definitely appreciated even though I had to limit the intake. I didn't even realize how much I needed it until I had it.

"Are we allowed to sit now or did we still only do that an hour ago?"

"Shut up, Thomas."

That banter was exactly the pick me up I needed. And my love still holding my hand of course.