Request: Could you do a Gally imagine where she is a runner and one day she barely makes it through the doors but when she does she passes out and Gally starts freaking out? Super fluffy please! Thank you :)
Note: Thanks for the request, anon! It actually became a bit different but I hope you like it though! :)
“They should be long back by now,” Newt rubbed the
back of his head nervously. “Calm down. They’re going to make it. As always,”
Gally replied forcing himself to believe and follow his own words. Calm down.
Easier said than done.
It was undeniable that he was afraid. What would he do
if they didn’t make it? Nobody had ever survived a night in the Maze. The
grievers made sure. “Come on, (Y/N),” he thought as he continued to knead his
hands. The other Gladers stretched their necks to get a better view.
All of a
sudden a figure stumbled around the corner. Minho. Everybody started to scream
his name. Except for Gally. “Come on, Minho!” Newt cried, clapping his hands to
encourage him. “You can do it.” Only a few metres more separated him from the
Glade. And he made it. Relief was written all over his face. Frypan patted his
Gally slashed himself a way through the boys. “Where is she?” Minho
looked up. “I don’t know.” “You left her behind to save your own ass?” He was
on the brink of punching him. “I’m sorry, man.” A deafening sound filled the
air. The doors began to close. Shuck!
“There she is!” Chuck screamed and pointed
at the limping girl who prepared herself for the last sprint. The boys gathered
around the entrance. The distance between the doors dropped with every second.
Shuck, she can’t leave him. She had to make it. But the odds were against her. “She’s
too far away,” Newt muttered earning a punch against the arm from Minho. “Shut
up. She’ll make it.” “If you shuck-face had stayed with her, she’d be already
here. In safety,” the keeper of the builders hissed. His fists were clenched.
As if she was able to see the hopeful yet begging glimmer in his green eyes she
raised her pace one last time. A desperate attempt to survive. She succeed.
Completely out of breath (Y/N) reached at the Glade. The cheers of the boys
died down immediately when her eyeballs turned backwards. Automatically Gally
At this moment the only emotion he was able to feel was fear. Pure
fear of losing her. He had lost his best friend Ben. His heart couldn’t
bear another loss. “Someone get Jeff and Clint!” He screamed, his voice already
While Minho pulled away from the crowd to afford the command, he
tightened the grip around the petite body of the girl. “It’s going to be okay,”
he whispered stroking her hair. “You’re not going to leave me.”
with the two med-jacks just two minutes later. For him it felt like an
eternity. Jeff and Clint began with some trials to try and wake her up. “Do
something more effective!” Gally urged waving his hands like crazy through the
air. “She’s going to die! Look at her wound!” Clint grabbed one of his arms. “Calm
down, shank. We do everything we can. We don’t have magical powers.”
checking her one last time Clint arrived at a decision. “Let’s get her into the
hut. We need to clean and sew the wound. And she surly is worn out. With a few
hours of sleep she’ll be the old one again by the end of the week.”
My feet burnt like hell. My lungs felt as if they
would burst any moment. My heart was racing. The still bleeding wound on my
side didn’t make it any better. But now wasn’t the time to encumber. I had to
make it back in time.
I could already hear the deep grinding sound of the doors
closing. Minho was probably already back at the Glade. To spur myself I imagined
Newt, Fry, Chuck and my other friends cheering for me. I imagined Alby quietly
praying for me to come back. And I imagined Gally standing in the front row
screaming my name like his life depends on it. With those pictures in mind I
rounded the last corner.
The Glade came into my field of vision. Immediately
the volume of the screams trebled. The main reason for my return weren’t the
(Y/N)’s or the come on’s. It was the expression on Gally’s face. His eyes
begging me make it. And I did. At least physically.
As soon as my feet touched
the soft grass of the Glade my body couldn’t take it any longer. My vision went
black and I fell into complete darkness.
At first I didn’t know where I was until I slowly recognized
the bottles of medicine. The med-jacks hut. My head was pounding and my side
drew inconveniently. Jeff and Clint had cleaned the wound and deep down in my
still dizzy mind I remembered something like, “This needs to be sewn. Just a
few stitches, (Y/N).”
Since nobody was here now I decided to crawl out of my
bed to stretch my legs. But I didn’t come any further than the closed door because
on the other side I could hear the enraged voices of Gally and Minho. It seemed
like they were in the middle of an argument. Curious as I was I laid an ear on
the cold wood to eavesdrop.
“A shucking griever attacked us so we separated!”
That was Minho. “Do you remember the promise you gave me? That you’ll never
leave her side not matter what?” Gally spat. “Yeah, I remember and I did
everything to not break it!” “But you did break it! You shuck-face left her all
alone out there!” “You don’t understand! I wanted to draw the attention of the
Griever on me, so (Y/N) had a chance to escape!” Minho’s voice slightly rose
with every word. “Then your super genius plan didn’t work because she got hurt.
Did you see the wound? After Jeff was finished cleaning it he said if she would
have been any longer in the Maze she probably would have died! And now tell me
again you just wanted to protect her!”
I was taken aback by Gally’s sudden
outburst. “Listen, Gally, little I understand that you’re mad at me and you
preferably want to punch me. But I’m sick of you constantly yelling at me for
not protecting her. (Y/N)’s not a weak little girl. She is strong and she can
handle the pitfalls of the Maze by herself. So quit acting like you’re her
boss or whatever and finally go back to work!” Therewith the conversation
was past. Wow I never experienced Minho this upset.
Maybe I should just pretend I
hadn’t heard… Too late. My thoughts were interrupted by Gally.
“(Y/N). Hi, how long uhm have you been standing there?”
I crossed my arms over
my chest. “Long enough to hear your little talk with Minho.” “Shuck,” he ran his
hand through his short blonde hair.
“I didn’t know that the fact I’m a runner
now gave you such a hard time.” “No, I’m proud of you for prevailing against
the other boys. It just sucks to never know if I see you again or not.” “You’re
not going to get rid of me that easy. I’m dogged,” smiling I poked his side.
slung his arms around my waist. Automatically I buried my face into his chest. “Is
it selfish wanting to protect something that’s yours?” I couldn’t help but
smile. “No it’s not. It’s actually pretty cute. I’m truly honoured of being able
to reveal the nice side of you.” His chest vibrated as he chuckled. “What
should I say? You’ve got me under your spell.” A evilly grin spread crept onto
my face as I lifted my head. “Good.”
“I love you, shuck-face,” his lips softly
brushed my nose. “Love you too, slinthead.” I had to stand on tiptoes to be
ever able to reach his lips. “I’m sorry for being such an idiot sometimes.” “You’re
forgiven. But please promise me you’ll never going to punch Minho. Violence isn’t
an answer.” “You have to admit, sometimes he deserves it.” “I don’t care. Just
don’t do it.”
Sighing he rolled his eyes causing me to raise an eyebrow. “Fine.
I’m not going to harm that shank even if he’s annoying as clunk.” “That’s what I
wanted to hear. And now, you want to grab something to eat? Because I’m
starving.” He nodded in agreement. “Sounds good.”