How Newt got his limp is a VERY sad story, which I'll copy directly from the book
(page 249-250). Newt has the Flare and he is almost past the Gone...
"You wanna know why I have this limp, Tommy? Did I ever tell
you? No, I don't think I did."
"What happened?" Thomas asked, stalling for time. He slipped his
fingers through the weapon.
"I tried to kill myself in the Maze. Climbed halfway up one of those
bloody walls and jumped right off. Alby found me and draged me back
to the Glade right before the Doors closed. I hated the place, Tommy. I
hated every second of every day. And it was all ... your ... fault!"
Newt suddenly twisted around and grabbed Thomas by the hand
holding the gun. He yanked it toward himsel, forcing it up until the
end of the pistol was pressed against his own forehead. "Now make
amends! Kill me before I become one of those cannibal monsters! Kill
me! I trusted you with the note! No one else. Now do it!"
Thomas tried to pull his hand away, but Newt was too strong. "I
can't, Newt, I can't."
"Make amends! Repent for what you did!" The words tore out of
him, his whole body trembling. Then his voice dropped to an urgent,
harsh whisper. "Kill me, you shuck coward. Prove you can do the right
thing. Put me out of my misery."
The words horrified Thomas. "Newt, maybe we can-"
"Shut up! Just shut up! I trusted you! Now do it!"
"I can't"
"Do it!"
"I can't!" How could Newt ask him to do something like this? How
could he possibly kill one of his best friends?
"Kill me or I'll kill you. Kill me! Do it!
"Newt..."
"Do it before I become one of them"
"I..."
"KILL ME!" And then Newt's eyes cleared, as if he'd gained one last
trembling gasp of sanity, and his voice softened. "Please, Tommy. Please."
With his heart falling into a black abyss, Thomas pulled the trigger.
you? No, I don't think I did."
"What happened?" Thomas asked, stalling for time. He slipped his
fingers through the weapon.
"I tried to kill myself in the Maze. Climbed halfway up one of those
bloody walls and jumped right off. Alby found me and draged me back
to the Glade right before the Doors closed. I hated the place, Tommy. I
hated every second of every day. And it was all ... your ... fault!"
Newt suddenly twisted around and grabbed Thomas by the hand
holding the gun. He yanked it toward himsel, forcing it up until the
end of the pistol was pressed against his own forehead. "Now make
amends! Kill me before I become one of those cannibal monsters! Kill
me! I trusted you with the note! No one else. Now do it!"
Thomas tried to pull his hand away, but Newt was too strong. "I
can't, Newt, I can't."
"Make amends! Repent for what you did!" The words tore out of
him, his whole body trembling. Then his voice dropped to an urgent,
harsh whisper. "Kill me, you shuck coward. Prove you can do the right
thing. Put me out of my misery."
The words horrified Thomas. "Newt, maybe we can-"
"Shut up! Just shut up! I trusted you! Now do it!"
"I can't"
"Do it!"
"I can't!" How could Newt ask him to do something like this? How
could he possibly kill one of his best friends?
"Kill me or I'll kill you. Kill me! Do it!
"Newt..."
"Do it before I become one of them"
"I..."
"KILL ME!" And then Newt's eyes cleared, as if he'd gained one last
trembling gasp of sanity, and his voice softened. "Please, Tommy. Please."
With his heart falling into a black abyss, Thomas pulled the trigger.