Jealousy // Gally x reader

Chapter ten - Trackhoes

As I wake up, my head threatens cave in, causing me to release a short yelp and a pained groan. Through my swimming vision, I can just about see the familiar scene of the med jack hut, and the multiple blurry bodies that surround me.

My vision clears as what I assume to be Chuck's little hand grabs mine, and I close my eyes, smiling now that the world isn't spinning. I seem to spend a lot of time in this little shack.

As per usual, when I black out, I wake up hungry. And I was fucking hungry. I stood up, grasping Chuck's hand tightly as he helped me through the small mob of people, who's faces I could now just make out.

It was of course Minho, Newt, Winston and the two best medics of the Glade. "You know the drill y/n, here's your pill." Jeff says, handing me the small pellet, which I immediately swallow. He also hands me one to help with my hangover, that one was probably more needed than the one for my fainting.

I stumble slightly as we walk to Frypan's kitchen, I groan with each noise, praying everyone shuts up. Although the tablet helped, I severely underestimated the severity of my hangover. I shake it off, smiling pathetically at Fry as he hands me a granola bar, just what I needed.

I take a large bite, sitting heavily on one of the seats, resting my head against the table. The rest of the boys had followed us from the med jack's hut and assume their usual positions around us.

"Feeling okay y/n?" Newt asks, I just groan in reply. "Wanna talk about it?" I shake my head and they all start talking about something else. I finish my granola bar and sit up, gesturing to Newt that I'm ready for my day as a trackhoe.

"Good luck y/n, Newt's a real hardass!" Minho calls out as we walk off, I stick my favourite finger back at him and walk off, completely ignoring the rest of the boys, all of whom had been talking about my 'performance' last night.

We walk over to an array of stakes, sprouted with lush vegetables, herbs and other plants. I even see a small patch of flowers, decorating the outer rim of the establishment.

"All right y/n, me and Zart reckon you should just about be able to prune the tomatoes. Think you can do that?" I chuckle and nod at him, doesn't sound too hard. I immediately start snipping the suckers, savouring any tomatoes that fall in the process.

As I'm deep in concentration, a large bug crawls up my arm, two bright red lights flickering as it's eyes. I can't tell if it's metal or a real creature, but whatever it is, it's pretty cute and seems to like me. I stroke it's back with my pinkie finger.

Newt watches the scene unfold and his brows furrow, his hand wiping a small layer of sweat from his forehead as he leans on his pitchfork. "Hm, that's odd." I look at him, still smiling from the creature tickling my arm. "What do you mean?" "Beetle blades don't normally go this close to us, that one seems to like you." I laugh and nudge it off my arm, it speeds off and crawls up a tree, watching the builders, as I finish my work.

Newt pats me on the back and commends my efforts, and then 'rewards' me by telling me to go get some more fertiliser. He points me to the deadheads, and I look at him, visibly confused. "Just go, you'll know it when you see it." Him and Zart snicker and I know they mean smell it.

I grab a bucket, swinging it softly back and forth as I wind through the trees of the forest, balancing on those that had fallen. I find what I'm looking for and, using a hell of a lot of willpower and a fresh leaf, I fill most of the bucket to return to Newt and the rest of the trackhoes.

As I walk to them, my spare hand is gripped tightly on my nose, the rest of my face still scrunched from the smell. "Yuck", I say, handing Newt my bucket. He laughs and hands it to Zart, who begins pouring small amounts on the variety of plants. "Nice work. It's lunchtime now but after, you get to do that all over again, isn't that fun?" I groan slightly, although a smile is plastered across my face. It wasn't too bad, but I probably wouldn't want it as my full-time job.