WILL HE ➳ THE MAZE RUNNER

SIX

WILL HE
CHAPTER SIX

"Ernest stop" Gally yelled as he struggled to restrain him from clawing his own eyes out. The commotion of the boys entry had gained the attention of the rest of the glade, all the boys jogged towards the maze doors, nervously hovering around Ernest and anxiously watching Gally's futile attempts at calming the thrashing boy.

Ernest was aware of another boy grabbing him and helping Gally pin him to the ground but he couldn't process what they were saying. The constant drilling like pain was growing inside his head and he felt like it was about to implode. The pain continued to radiate until Ernest was seeing a white light, blinding him.

Gally sighed as Ernest finally went limp beneath his and Winston's hold. Gally's relief however was short lived as he heard one of the boys ask if he was still breathing. He glanced at Winston who was looking down at his friend, sickly pale with horror.

He then became acutely aware of a fimlair voice distorted by anger and pain. He saw Newt drop to his knees, crying out in anguish after giving up on hitting Alby. Gally's eyebrows furrowed as he looked around at the utter dismay hanging over the glade.

"We should get him inside and more comfortable." Clint said placing his hand firmly on Gally's shoulder to get his attention. Gally nodded not sure what to say and helped Clint carry Ernest to a bed where he could be taken care of.

"Don't worry I'm the head med-jack for a reason Gally, he'll be fine, Newt on the other hand looks like he could use some support." Clint smiled in sympathy as he set to work, he seemed almost unattached but his smile was small and sad. Shaking his head he strode over to Newt who had given up on screaming, which came as no surprise to anyone, instead he'd taken to doing his job.

This would seem normal, for the second in command to be vigorously focused on work. However circumstances dictated, his boyfriend was currently out cold and all the shifts were over for the day. No one was working, they were milling around anxiously, waiting for Frypan to cook up a quick and simple meal.

Gally arrived at his destination, not having very far to walk, he got there quite quickly. By this point Newt had decided to repeatedly stab the ground as he looked into the distance in anger.

"Hey man, you alright?" Gally knelt down next to the distressed boy, sympathy displaying on his face. Newt looked at him long enough for Gally to see a single tear slip down his cheek, before turning away again.

"You know distracting yourself by working instead of dealing with your problems probably isn't the best way to go about things." He said taking the gardening utensil from Newt gently, afraid he may hurt himself.

"Maybe not but then again running away is always eaiser than facing the conflict." Newt replied his voice still slightly horse from screaming.

"Come with me," Gally pleaded, "come and see Ernest, I know he isn't awake and able to comprehend what you're saying but maybe it'll help."

Praying Newt would take the bait, worried he would lose himself if he didn't, Gally held out his hand for Newt to take. Much to his dismay Newt glanced at his hand in dismissal and rose to his feet. Gally watched dejected and at a loss of how to fix this as Newt walked away to the homestead, presumably to sleep.

Newt strode through the entrance as the door swung open, mimicking his fury. He had finally had enough of mopeing, he had fiery purpose as he made his way towards Ernest who was now wide awake. Ernest looked up at Newt with bashful eyes, like it was the first and last time he'll ever lay them upon him.

Newt narrowed his own eyes in annoyance, dragging Ernest into a sitting position and forcing him to pay attention.

"How could you?" Newt accused, his voice laced with raw pain. Ernest looked taken aback at his partner's abrupt movements, his eyes widening slightly.

"I was trying to get out, I thought we could finally be free." Ernest responded, his voice shaking only somewhat.

"But you didn't did you? Instead here you lay - sickly weak - I thought you were dead!" Newt screamed, his voice cracking despite his efforts to keep his voice even. Ernest watched as a single tear fell down Newt's face and was immediently overcome with guilt. Reaching out for Newt he pulled the boy down on top of him.

The blonde boy let out a yelp of supprise and screwed his eyes shut. He opened them when he felt Ernest gently caressing his face, a sad smile on his lips. Newt looked down and realised he was currently straddling him and sighed, taking advantage of his current position he leaned down and lightly placed a ghost of a kiss on Ernest's lips.

"I was only trying to save us, I know how much you hate it here," Ernest whispered with a shaky breath.

"I know." Newt mumbled as he began to nuzzle into his neck. Ernest responded to the show of affection by absent mindedly stroking Newt's hair, soaking in the silence. The silence didn't last long however as Ernest yelled and looked at Newt with an afronted look.

"You bit me you birch," he accused, looking shocked. Newt however smirked and rolled his eyes flippantly. Ernest went to shove him but Newt just caught his hands and pinned his wrists above his head, his smirk widening. Newt began kissing and nipping at Ernest's exposed neck occasionally leaving marks. Ernest gasped as Newt began to grind his hips down onto his causing unbearable friction leaving him unable to form an intelagable word.

Ernest whined in protest as Newt jumped off of him, brushing him self down. He looked at the smug boy pointedly but the only response he earned was a shrug as Newt practically skipped away from him, leaving Ernest in a incoherent mess.