asa was a fighter, the type of person who would do anything for the people she loved. and she did just that. she'd managed to get herself into the glade, all for her brother.
then she met gally, the boy who fought more than he could ever love.
and...
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"I can't do it." Asa stared down at the boy on the table, her hands shaking as they held onto the cold syringe. The blonde woman stood beside her, the same brunette boy across from her, now accompanied by a girl their age.
"You have to." The woman instructed, the boy was unconscious, tubes sticking from his arms as morphine pumped through him.
"Wh-why? Can't another nurse do it?" Asa asked, staring at the boy across from her, his eyes filled with pity.
"Your training isn't finished until you can prove yourself, the patient—"
"He's my friend, he's not a patient." Asa retorted, but she couldn't make out his face no matter how hard she tried.
"Inject the serum, Asa." The woman said sternly, a forceful stare at the girl.
"He'll forget—"
"Asa, hey, hey, wake up." Asa shook as her eyes began to open, her hands gripping onto Gally's shirt as tears flooded her cheeks. "You're okay, it was just a dream." Gally told her, his voice hushed as her cradled her in his arms.
"It-it was real." She cried, her hands still clinging onto his shirt. She didn't know how, but she knew it had happened, that there was more to it than what she'd recalled in the dream.
"What happened?" Gally asked, moving back against the wall, allowing her to rest against him.
"I don't—" if she told him what she believed she'd done, it could ruin things. She didn't know what he'd think if he thought she'd been a part of them coming into the Glade. "I don't remember, it just—it felt real." She answered, voice shaking as it played over in her head. The woman's voice had been on repeat in her mind for the last two months, everytime she closed her eyes she was there.
All Asa wanted was to be free of her. She tried to distract herself, doing anything she could to forget her heartless eyes. But she also didn't want to tell anyone of her dreams, fearing of what they'd think.
"You're safe with me, okay?" Gally's voice was soft, his hand combing through her hair as her body continued to shake. "How about, I go sneak into the kitchen and get some cookies?" He suggested, knowing Fry's cookies had been one of the few things that always put her in a good mood.
"No, no, stay here, please." She didn't want to let go, because he was right. She was safe with him. As long as she had Gally, she believed everything was okay.
Gally relaxed under her, his hand brushing away her over grown bangs from her eyes as she looked up at him. The tears began to stop, eyes still red from sleep and she forced a crooked smile. No matter how many times or how long she stared into his green eyes and freckle covered face; she believed him to be the most beautiful boy she'd ever seen.
