| The Rejected | The Maze Runner; Gally Fic [x reader ver.]

|chapter•six|

Gally spent all night awake.

He shifted around his bed, his mind focused on (M/n), wondering and thinking about him, about how he was feeling, and questioning why he did what he did. And yet, he didn't need to hear (M/n)'s reasoning, his mind showing him the bittersweet memory of someone behaving exactly like him, being a boy too skinny and weak that couldn't do much of anything, always hesitant and afraid.

The first year in the Glade brought painful memories he would rather ignore, but it was rather difficult when the rules were made because of him, to prevent those situations from repeating themselves, which was exactly was what happening with the greenie, and Gally knew that Alby trusted him to guide their greenie to the right path.

For the remaining hours, Gally stared at the ceiling of his room, relentlessly checking his watch to know what time it was. And finally, the exact moment the day reached the 4 am mark, he stood up from his bed and made his way down the stairs, deciding to himself that this time of the day can be considered morning.

Not caring about tying his boots properly, he jogged his way to the Slammer, not caring about the cold breeze that hit his warm skin, frowning at the mere thought of how cold (M/n) must be after spending the whole night outside.

He struggled to open the lock for a few seconds until he finally managed to open it, swinging the door open and stepping inside. He knelt on the ground and reached his hand to gently touch (M/n)'s face, his jaw tightening at the feeling of his cold skin, his foggy breath coming out with each exhale.

(M/n) shifted a little in place at the feeling of something warm on his skin, making him lean closer to it as the thought of finally being able to sleep clouded his mind for a few seconds, but then the warmth was gone and his eyes were open, slowly blinking to get rid of his blurry sight and cloudy consciousness.

For a moment he thought he was dreaming, "Gally?" He sat up slowly, feeling his body numb and hurting from staying in the same position for hours, his cold hand reaching up from under the hoodie, his fingertips barely gracing Gally's face.

"Yeah... yeah, it's me," he whispered as he wrapped his hand around (M/n)'s, reaching over to him to help him sit up, "I'm taking you back inside, (M/n)."

Gally fixed his hoodie around the greenie's shoulders and helped him stand up, slowly guiding him out of the Slammer, hurrying their way back to the Homestead, keeping him pressed close to his body while he rubbed his uninjured arm over the wool fabric, an attempt to warm him up.

They entered the Homestead and headed for the med room, where Gally made (M/n) lay down on the bed while he grabbed as many sheets as he found in the room, covering the greenie with them and continuing to rub his body to create friction and help him heat up.

He shifted his sitting position on the edge of the bed, and tried to stand up, but a hand weakly held onto his shirt. His green eyes looked down into (e/c) ones, staring up at him with a pleading gaze. He showed (M/n) a small smile and held his hand, noticing the dirty bandages.

"I just wanna change these, I won't leave," he whispered while gently touching the fabric wrapped around his arm, and (M/n) nodded, letting go of Gally's shirt. He stood up and rummaged around the cabinets where he knew Clint kept the bandages safe and clean.

Making his way back to the bed, he noticed (M/n)'s eyes slowly closing before snapping open again, he was obviously sleepy now that he was somewhere comfortable and warm, and Gally felt a small smile pulling at his lips.

His hand found its way to his (h/c) locks, moving them away gently, making him sigh before looking up into his green eyes.

"You can sleep if you want, greenie," without saying anything, (M/n) smiled at him weakly and closed his eyes, finally letting him rest for as long as he could.