(A/N: I just wanted to upload a small filler part. If you'd like to add requests I'd be more than happy to try them out as i've got no inspiration atm.)
(A/N: Also, I've got something different coming soon hopefully!!)
"Where is he?" You cried. "I swear to God, move Clint." Pushing the boy twice your size out of the way, you'd stomped into the medical bay.
"But, Y/n! Alby said-" He protested behind you.
"Shuck Alby!" You flipped him off, searching all the private beds one by one.
Finally, you found him. Gally laid vulnerable in the bed. His skin, pale and damp. His eyes, empty and cold. You almost shed a tear at the sight of him.
"How are you that stupid, Shuck-face?" You half-laughed, walking over to Gally. Gently sitting down on the side of his bed, you checked the rest of his face for anything else you'd missed at first glance.
The boy groaned under your touch and swatted you away. "Oh, stop it shank. I'm-" He coughed. "Fine."
You knew better. "Where did it sting you?" You asked inquisitively. Gally didn't answer. Annoyed, you guessed and pressed down on the side of his waist.
"Ow!" He yelped. "Shank!"
Scoffing, you lifted his shirt to uncover many bandages attached to him. They took up at least a third of his whole stomach.
"Looks like it got you good."
"I'll get you good, slinthead." He spat back.
Resting back into your sitting position, you waited until Gally's breathing returned to normal. Afterwards, you fragilely patted down Gally's forehead with a dry towel that was on the desk. He looked deep into your eyes as you did so. Gally's eyes looked much more humane in this state. You gazed back into his dark orbs and smiled kindly.
Slowly and slightly, he leant upwards. You knew what he wanted and pushed him back down so he wouldn't hurt himself. You stood up and leant over him placing a slight kiss on his lips then backing up.
"I better go before Alby comes." You said, disappointing the whining Gally. "I'll come by tomorrow, I promise." You squeezed his hand.
"Fine. Bye shuck-face." Gally smirked with the remaining bit of cheek in him.
Quickly, you ran out the doors and saw Ben approaching you a second later. You knew Clint had snitched you up instantly. Swerving him, you began to run into the deadheads - yours and Gally's favourite hiding place.
You'd learnt something from Gally at least. You were a shank.
