Seperation // Gally x Reader

Chapter Four - Janson

Y/n's POV

I only manage to fall asleep just as light begins to flood into the room, moments before I was rudely awakened by a sleepy Chuck tripping down the ladder of our bunk bed.

"Shit Chuck, watch where you're going." I say, rolling out of bed and rubbing my drowsy eyes. I can only imagine how awful I look right now. Lack of sleep, being shot, and not having had a shower can't exactly amount to a pretty picture.

The only other person I see awake is Lorenzo, as Chuck seems to have collapsed on the sink. "Hey Enzo, where are the showers?"

"I think there's one beside the wardrobe." I begin to stand up, but he grabs my arm. "How are you feeling?" He asks. The real answer, terrible. We're being held captive in some unknown warehouse where kids are supposedly being murdered, I smell like shit, I got shot and yesterday I got to watch all my friends and the love of my life die right in front of me. I'd say that was pretty terrible, but I don't want him to worry. "I'm okay." I move away before he can have the chance to protest, grab one of the flimsy towels, and shuffle over to the wardrobe.

Just as he said, there's a single, small cubicle attached to the left side. When I say small, I mean small. I doubt some of the boys could fit in here, it barely fits one person. I flick the switch towards a red dot, which I assume means hot.

The steaming water burns my skin, removing all trace of the last 24 hours as I scrub until I'm left with all new skin cells. I grab the handle and turn it all the way, sitting on the floor as the heat creates a thick fog, almost suffocating me. I probably would've let it if Chuck didn't come banging on the door wanting breakfast.

"Y/n, pleaaase hurry up. I'm so hungry." He complains, resting his back against the door and sliding down to the floor. I take a deep breath and slip a fresh pair of clothes on. Wherever we were, they had supplied me with a long sleeve, dark grey shirt with three buttons at the top, and some olive-green cargo pants. The colours weren't exactly my first choice, but it's better than my previous outfit that's still peppered with Gally and I's DNA. 

When I finally emerge, Chuck and I are the only two people left in the room. "Where's everyone else?" I ask, pulling my hair into a loose plait. "At breakfast!" Chuck exclaims, grabbing my arm and pulling me out the door. I gotta say, that might've been the quickest I've ever seen him move. That boy must've been hungry.

We race down the hallway, and for a moment, when I closed my eyes, I felt almost happy. Reality soon caught up with me.

We burst through the doors, and Chuck skips over to the table with the rest of our friends, sitting down at the end. I don't have his bubbly energy so early in the morning, and have to stop to crack my aching back. "Want a massage?" A croaky voice asks. I turn to face it, and find the same inbred looking guard from the day before. "You better back the hell up, fuck face-" I begin, poking my finger sharply into his chest.

His hands rise in surrender just as Newt comes speed limping over to us. "Sorry about her." I scoff as he places his arm on my lower back, moving me towards the table. "Seriously Y/n? You're one insult away from starting a war." I roll my eyes, walking to the other end of the table to sit beside Chuck.

Unfortunately, the place which I was left to settle in just happened to be opposite Minho. They'd already collected two trays of food ready for us, but all I wanted was the banana bread, so I passed the rest of my food to Chuck. I don't think I've ever craved a granola bar as much as I do right now.

I don't raise my gaze, and that stupid muscly idiot soon catches on. "Y/n." I grunt in reply, still picking at my food. "You know?" He asks, and I nod my head. He sighs, "I had to do it."