Newt • Maze Runner Talk

Page 250 (hiccup version)

This was just an idea @RosieGarnet23 and @starryeyedturtle had when visiting one another. Hiccups had taken over one of their bodies for a good hour before they subsided and then retuned two hours later - they felt like death itself.

Thomas couldn't understand what Newt was so aggravated about. He also couldn't understand a word his friend was saying, through the noise being emitted from his chest/mouth.

"Newt, listen to me." Thomas tried, "I know it's hard, but the truth is, I can't understand a single shuck of what you're saying to me...I know it's hard, but please, try and speak in English."

Newt's eyes bore into Thomas, freaking him out even further. His friend's nostrils flared in anger as he persevered at trying to get out a whole sentence before being interrupted.
The gun in his sweaty hands was shaking as he placed it inside Thomas's own hands - the grip was sodden.

Thomas had to swallow down some bile that journeyed up his throat.

Newt's jaw clenched suddenly as he attempted speaking again. "BLOODY HICCUPS! THEY NEVER *hic* BLOODY GO AWAY! I HATE YOU, *hic* TOMMY AND YOUR NEED TO NEVER *hic* EVER HICCUP LIKE THIS. PERFECT TOMMY *hic* ALWAYS WITH *hic* YOUR PERFECT LIFE OF NO BLOODY *hic* HICCUPS! BUT ME? *hic* OH, NO I CAN NOT EVEN GET THROUGH *hic* A WHOLE BLOODY SENTENCE WITHOUT A *hic* FALTER! LISTEN TO ME, TOMMY *hic* LISTEN!"

As Newt's hiccups worsened, Thomas felt sorry for him, but so lucky that he, himself was not affected - wait, was it contagious? Oh, poop. He hoped not.

"Did I *hic* ever tell you how these hiccups started? No, I -I don't believe I *hic* did." Newt began.

"Newt-"

"NO! *hic* It all began when Minho flipped the table at Gally *hic* and then I planted a cushion of some sort *hic* of Gally's chair, you know? *hic* To make it more comfortable for his *hic* bum. Then that boy sat down and the noise that escaped from beneath him left my stomach aching and make face *hic* pained from laughing too much *hic. Then the shucking hiccups started *hic* and I knew that I would never be rid of them *hic* EVER!"

Thomas could feel the corners of his mouth threatening to rise at the thought of Gally doing what Newt said that he did. "You have to admit, that probably was a good reason to laugh."

"Yeah, and you know whose fault that *hic*? Your's! *hic* YOU SENT THAT CUSHION *hic* DOWN AND YOU HAD NO *hic* BLOODY NEED FOR IT!" Thomas couldn't believe the mess that Newt was in - his friend had already began tearing his hair out in irritation.

"I'm sorry, Newt."

"You should be!" Newt hiccuped again as he slumped down and sulked like a little child.

"If I could have done anything..."

"You can now *hic*!" Newt grabbed Thomas's hand; the one concealing the Gunnar shoved it onto his own head. "Make amends! *hic* Kill me before I become *hic* insane and useless! Kill me before *hic* these bloody hiccups drive me to *hic* LUNACY. Kill me! I gave you that note - no one *hic* else but you.*

An image of the note flashed in Thomas's mind. I have caught the so called 'hiccups'. I'm not sure how long I can last with them.

"I can't Newt, I just...can't."

"KILL ME!" Hiccuping once again, Newt's chest seemed to bounce him up a mile high as Thomas realized the severity of Newt's case. His eyes seemed to clear as if filled with one tiny glimmer of sanity, "Please, Tommy, please."

And, with his heart sinking into a black abyss, Thomas pulled the trigger.