The Maze Runner Imagines/Preferences

You're Sick Part 2 (Gally)

        "Ohhhh God." You moaned, allowing your head to fall into your hands. Although it was only breakfast, you could already tell this day was going to be hell. You'd been up virtually all night, coughing and sneezing. In fact, it had been a miracle you hadn't woken any of the other Gladers. Your boyfriend, Gally, still didn't know you were sick, as he had spent the night in the Med-Jack hut helping Alby keep watch over Ben. Ben had been stung by a Greiver only a day ago, and going through The Changing was proving to be even more grueling for him than it had been for the others who had been forced to suffer through it. Once he'd realized something was different about Ben's Changing, he'd ordered around-the-clock 'guards' to watch over him, and each Keeper had been assigned a shift. 

        "You look bloody awful, Y/N." New commented, his stern eyes studying you from across the table. 

        "Yeah, well I feel about thirty times worse than 'bloody awful'." Reaching for the tin cup in front of you, you attempted to take a drink of water. As you swallowed, you felt the now familiar pain shooting through your throat. It was as if you were being cut repetitively with a million tiny knives, and the back of your throat was throbbing and swollen. Although you'd just taken a sip of water, your voice came out like gravel, and you had to strain to be heard. "This is shucking miserable." 

        "Maybe you should go to the Med-Jacks?" Zart suggested before shoving a whole piece of toast into his mouth. 

        "I will...when I go to work." You replied.

        "I meant..." he began, washing down his bread with a drink of his own water, "as a patient. I think it's clear you shouldn't be working today." Beside you, Chuck nodded in agreement.

        "He's got a point, Y/N." Newt interjected, folding his hands casually. "Whatever you've got, we certainly don't need the whole buggin' Glade catching it." 

        "No!" You protested, breaking into a coughing fit before you could continue. "I can't. First off, we're already going to be down two men, plus Alby's going Running to replace Ben. We can't afford for me to be off. And besides, if I don't go in, Gally's gonna know something's up." 

        "Why wouldn't you want Gally to know? He's your boyfriend, isn't he?" Chuck inquired.

        "Well yeah Chuck, he is. But if he finds out, he's gonna want to take the day off to take care of me, and we all know the Builders can't afford that." Suddenly, Gally appeared at your side, a breakfast plate in one hand and a tin cup in the other.

        "The Builders can't afford what, angel?" He asked, raising an eyebrow at you as he positioned himself in the empty space next to you. 

        "Can't afford for you to take a day off." Zart chimed in. You shot him an angry glance across the table.

        "Why would I take the day off?" Nervously, Gally began to study everyone's faces, his interest obviously piqued. Bowing you head, you allowed your H/L, H/C hair to fall over your eyes, hoping it would shield your face from view. You knew that with one look at you, Gally would know exactly what was going on. Although he portrayed himself as the Glade's resident badass, you were his one and only weakness. You loved him dearly, and you knew he would do anything to take care of you, but you didn't want him missing work for what you assumed was a simple cold. Suddenly, you were overcome with a sneezing fit. Losing all control, you could only cover your face helplessly as your body shook. At the sound of your first sneeze, Gally's head snapped rapidly to attention. 

        "Y/N, are you alright my angel?" Concern flooded his voice, and he dropped his fork to put an arm around your waist. As soon as his skin touched yours, he jumped back, a worried expression overtaking his face. "Babygirl, you're burning up!" He exclaimed. Now, one of his hands began brushing your hair from your eyes while the other made its way to your sweaty forehead. "Oh my God angel, why didn't you tell me you were sick?!"