SERIES DISCONTINUED :C
I wanted to write a Gally x reader story because Gally gets a lot of hate sometimes and he's underrated :/
Some of this will be my own little AU of what I believe are the sexualities of the characters, gender identities, inclu...
~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~. Selena Gomez - Same Old Love 🎵 ~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.
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"So you're telling me, this could help Alby?" Minho asks suspiciously, standing beside you, clutching his vest.
"We don't know if it could." Newt replies sternly to him. "We don't know what this is, maybe if Y/n remembered it then we might. But neither of you do. And we don't know why it was sent up with you, rather than them."
"Maybe because she's the last one to come up?" Chuck suggests nervously, looking at everyone thoughtfully.
Nobody ever really wants to disagree with Chuck, so you all remain silent, before looking back down at Alby. His body is shuddering, his teeth chattering but eyes closed, with random yelps or whimpers escaping as if he's remembering.
That's what this stuff seems to do, send them in a spiral and shoot their memories back. Making them angry at you and Thomas. His body has veins running through it, popping out, his body decaying and turning vile.
"For all we know, this stuff could kill him."
"Newt, he's already dying." You insist feeling hesitant with self-blame. "This is our only chance."
He stares at you intently, and for a moment. Only for a moment do you see that his eyes are wary and distrusting. He gulps harshly, his hand clutching the syringe tightly. He's contemplating the thought. Thinking before he speaks.
The trust returns and he blinks his eyes, sighing as he lowers his head. "You're damn lucky I trust you." He shoves it into your hand, which you take ahold with two hands despite being small enough to hold with one.
Jeff, Clint, are the only other two to be in the room with the six of you. You take a deep breath, watching as Alby is in misery.
"Who's gonna do it?" Jeff asks, conflicted by the poor sight of Alby.
"I can." Thomas murmurs. You turn your head back to see him look up at you with thought. "I can do it, Y/n."
