WILL HE ➳ THE MAZE RUNNER

SEVEN

WILL HE
CHAPTER SEVEN

Ernest sat irritated as the two med jacks continued to fire questions at him that he could not answer. Bouncing his leg up and down as he open and closed his mouth, his eyes rolling as the two boys bickered over his current state of health, completely dismissing the only person who could answer that question indifferently.

The bickering continued only getting louder and adding to a bigger problem, a headache and possible homicidal tendencies, the volume increased and the tension became thick; definite homicidal tendencies.

Rising from where he sat patiently he pushed in between the boys setting a heavy silence. Ernest was never one to get involved in an argument if it did not concern him or concern Newt because he could not stand the loudness that followed.

"I personally - at this moment feel fine, I told you all I needed to tell you, now can I go?" He asks the two boys his patience running very thin.

He did feel fine; confused and slightly on edge sure but the state of his mental health was not of their concern. Jeff nods but goes to speak but before it could spark a conversation, Ernest slips between the two boys.

His intentions were not cruel but he could not stand to hear the two bickering any longer.

"Good that," he grunts leaving the med house. Shutting his eyes briefly he smiles as the warm air hits his skin, the beat of his heart fluttering as the warmth slips and slides over him bathing in him in the heat.

Leaning forward on the tip of his toes his body arches as his hair falls into his face protectively blocking it from the heat, dipping his tongue down to his bottom lip he relishes in the feeling of heat, it felt euphoric; familiar but foreign, he willed his worries away as he steps back into reality sinking his teeth into the scenery around him sighing as the bliss unlatches itself from him and jumps away.

But he could not bring himself to let go of the voice in his head. It was filled with a certain agony.

"You okay, shank?" Ben asks warmly his eyes crinkling as he smiled at the boy. Nodding he could not help but return the smile, Ben was almost like the father figure to some of the gladers, especially to Chuck and some would call that overbearing or weird but it was quite endearing seeing how he easy it was for him to shift and take on a nurturing roll whilst the others would not be able to.

He places his hand on my shoulder firmly and stares at Ernest with concern before letting go and walking away from him with a quiet 'okay.' Striding across the glade his eyes glaze over a cold sweat drips down his back, the screams of the woman played drowsily in the back of his mind swimming against the light headache that followed the sound.

Shifting on his feet; his mouth slightly agape a sharp breath quickly passes through his lips, bowing his head his eyebrows furrow as he lets out a dry chuckle. Pinching the bridge of his noes whilst his other hand flys frantically through his hair, loose strands push at his fingers demanding to be freed.

Warm arms wrap around his midriff pulling him into their chest he relaxes as the familiar scent of sweat and mud fills his noes. "What is it?" Newt's voice fills his ear, a light kiss was pressed to the side of his temple reinstalling the reassurance of comfort.

Ernest hums his thumb rubbing against the back of his hand smoothly lightly pressing to pressure to reassure himself; he felt bone underneath the warm skin and that feeling alone was comforting beyond belief.

He nods to Newts question mindlessly. They stayed silent for a while Newt holding Ernest his eyes skimming over the tiny details that littered across his neck, small little freckles connected from the back of his neck to his face, they were only evident if you were looking hard enough.

Pressing his lips against the back of his neck he leaves a small peck before letting go of the boy standing in front of him; his eyes darting from his wet bottom lip to his eyes.

Ernest huffs, "it's nothing," he breathes avoiding the sharp look of disbelief planted on the smaller boy's face, "just I have this weird sinking feeling." His fingers come down to his side as he kneads and tears at the material that was clung tightly to his skin, "it was a woman just screaming like something was being ripped from her and there was a child - a bit smaller than chuck, she had brown hair, short brown hair. she was silent, dead silent. It felt familiar, you know? Like I knew them." He breathes shakily before looking down at the grass and blinking his tears away. He forces a laugh out and looks up at Newt, "maybe I'm just loosing my shucking mind, that or Gally's moonshine finally got the better of me." He grunts wiping at his nose.

He presses a swift pat onto Newt's shoulder and slips past him not saying another word leaving the smaller boy to look at him dazed.