My Boy - Gally x Reader

Chapter 17

**TW: Mentions Suicide**

As Y/N's injuries lingered, the absence of the green serums meant her recovery was slower this time. Despite the lack of medical assistance, there was a strange and unexpected phenomenon at play – her wounds were healing at an accelerated rate, albeit not as swiftly as before.

During her convalescence, Alby, the leader of the gladers, had entrusted Gally with the task of caring for Y/N. Although Gally grumbled outwardly about having to tend to her, inwardly he felt a sense of relief that she would be staying in his hut once again. Deep down, he harboured a desire to protect her, despite his gruff exterior.

In Gally's hut, he set up the hammock for Y/N, ensuring she had a comfortable place to rest and recover. Despite his initial reluctance, he found himself taking extra care to make sure she had everything she needed.

But as the nights wore on, Y/N's sleep was plagued by increasingly vivid nightmares and haunting flashbacks from her past. The memories of her past, the experiments, and the torture she endured before the maze haunted her dreams, threatening to consume her sanity. She would wake in a cold sweat, her heart pounding in her chest, her hands trembling uncontrollably.

It was during these restless nights that Y/N made a startling discovery: her dormant powers, dormant since her arrival in the glade, were resurfacing with a newfound strength. As she awoke from her nightmares, she would find her hands bathed in an eerie red glow, the manifestation of her burgeoning abilities.

Terrified of what this could mean, Y/N kept her newfound powers hidden from Gally, fearing his reaction to her strange abilities. She would quickly extinguish the red glow and feign sleep whenever Gally stirred from his slumber, unwilling to burden him with her secret.

But, despite their tumultuous past, Gally's presence during these sleepless nights became a source of comfort for Y/N. His once gruff demeanor softened as he witnessed her vulnerability, and he found himself drawn to her in a way he couldn't quite understand.

As Gally and Y/N spent more time together, their bond deepened, bridging the divide that had once separated them. Gally's defenses softened, his walls crumbling in the face of Y/N's quiet strength and resilience.

Yet, even as their connection grew, Gally remained guarded, unwilling to fully embrace his growing feelings for Y/N. He feared the vulnerability that came with allowing himself to care for her, afraid of the pain that could come with opening his heart.

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As Y/N continued to recuperate from her ordeal, her days were marked by a gentle routine of healing and companionship. Newt and Gally, alternating their shifts, took turns watching over her, ensuring she lacked neither care nor company during her recovery.

On the days when Gally was assigned to the task, he would focus on his duties with the builders, ensuring that the ongoing projects progressed smoothly while keeping a watchful eye on Y/N. Meanwhile, Y/N would find solace in the shade of a nearby tree, cradling a book in her hands. The glade's atmosphere seemed more tranquil during those moments, as if the world paused to allow her to heal.

As Y/N immersed herself in the world of her chosen book, Gally's commanding presence loomed in the background. With each passing day, the dynamics between them subtly shifted. Y/N found herself watching Gally, captivated by the way he orchestrated the builders or delved into his work with an intensity that both frightened and fascinated her.

During one of these afternoons, as the sun cast dappled patterns on the glade floor, Y/N's gaze lingered a moment too long. Caught in a trance, she became acutely aware of the subtle details she hadn't noticed before – the way his brow furrowed in concentration, the beads of sweat that formed on his forehead, and the way his hands moved with precision.