Twisted

Chapter 30: Blood

Gally

The group had just finished talking with Laurence. Thomas, of course, didn't listen and made a deal with him, and made this a whole lot harder than it needed to be. But...they would be fine.

"Before we go inside the walls, you three need those chips out." Gally said.

He led them down a flight if stairs toward the the Med Wing. Zayn, Magnus and Jasmine went to get things ready for later.

"GALLY!"

Gally jumped at the frantic scream of his name. Sophie came taring up the stairs towards them.

"GALLY! MED WING! NOW!"

Sophie scrambled to a stop and spun back around Gally cursed and took off after her. Thomas and the group shrugged and followed. Gally ran down the stairs two at a time, he got to the bottom and already heard the wild screaming. He put on a burst of speed, flying down the hall. Thomas was hot on his heels, he looked sick and terrified.

"What's going on?"

"Charlie." He panted.

Gally slammed the door open, ignoring Thomas steady stream of questions, Gally hurried over to Charlie. She was cowering in the corner, sobbing. Her eyes were wide open, pupils dilated so wide in fear he could hardly see the blue. Her head was wiping back and forth. There was still a rubber band around her arm.

Her arms held her head, trying to protect it. Hans was doing his best, but everytime he came close she screamed in terror and tried to shrink away more.

"What happened?" Gally cried.

"She agreed to a blood sample, I know it's a trigger, and we did everything we normally do to safeguard her appointments. But today didn't work, Sophie couldn't help."

"Shuck."

Thomas had crouched in front of Charlie, and grabbed her arm. She screamed and flailed her arms, she scrambled away.

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry! Please don't hurt me! I'm sorry! I won't do it again!" She sobbed, still trying to scramble across the floor.

"Charlie! Stop!" Thomas cried, he looked ready to panic himself.

"Thomas stop!" Gally demanded, "that doesn't help."

"Clearly!"

Gally ignored him, the others had all crowded into the room.

"Great." He muttered, "a full show and audience."

Gally crouched down in front of her.

"Charlie, Sweetie, " he said gently.

"I made him mad again. They want to poison me. They want more fear! I don't want to!" She cried, her wild eyes on him, but not actually seeing him. She flinched, "I'm sorry! Don't hurt me! Please don't!" She tried to flail her arms and protect her head.

Thomas watched dumbstruck as Charlie sobbed and cried and struggled against something on the ground while Gally talked quietly and patiently to her. She lashed out, but it didn't seem to surprise him. Thomas jumped backwards into Newt. They watched with mouths open as Gally handed it with ease.

He had firmly wrapped her up as she cried and pleaded for someone not to hurt her and she kept appolagizing. She tried to fight Gally off, but he held her firmly against his chest. He sat on the floor holding her so she couldn't fight back, he held her head so she couldn't slam it around. She kept struggling and crying, screaming for them to stop hurting her.

Thomas sputtered indignity when Gally forcefully kissed her. He had let go of her, grabbed her face and kissed her. He took a step forward, but Newt grabbed him and shook his head.