Seperation // Gally x Reader

Chapter Twenty - Chuck

Y/n's dream

I gasp as air floods my lungs, pulsing in a continuous rhythm. A hand immediately finds my thigh, and Teresa's worried face stares back at mine. "Oh my god. Y/n, are you okay?" She asks, her brows furrowed as she attempts to read me. I compose myself, take a deep breath, and look her straight in the eyes. "Yeah, yeah, I'm fine. Uh, what was I saying?"

She leans back in her chair. The room we're seating in is completely bare, except for the two chairs that we're perched on. It'd be hard to even know that it was a room if there wasn't a fresh metal door taking up majority of the wall behind me.

"You were saying that you had something important to tell me."

"Oh, right," I say, the words once again flowing from my mouth before I can say them. "You have to promise not to tell anyone. "Okay? Do you promise?" She nods her head, but it's not satisfying enough. "Teresa. Do you promise?"

"Yes, I promise," she says, avoiding my gaze. "Good," I say. I relieve myself from my straight-backed posture, my shoulders slumping to my ears. I bring my hand to my forehead and sigh heavily. "I can't keep doing this, Teresa. I can't just sit back and watch as they get taken. As they die. It's just not fair, for any of us. Now, I know you won't approve of this, but just hear me out. I found the coordinates of every WICKED base in the area, which might be all of them. I'm going to try and give them to one of the workers, in the hopes that they can get help."

Her mouth drops as I speak, lips scrunching into a worried pout. "Y/n, why? Why are you disrupting everything? All that we've worked for, and you're willing to throw it away? Think of all the people we could help if this works. You have to stop thinking about the others, they're just subjects, okay? They don't know who you are, and if they did, if they knew where you came from, I'm sure they would despise you. Stop. Stop ruining it all," she says bitterly. Her chair screeches as she stands and swipes a keycard on a pad by the door. It lifts and she storms out.

A knot tightens in my stomach. Had I just ruined it? Had my last plea to my best friend destroyed months worth of planning?

I, too, storm out of the room, walking in the opposite direction. I run straight into Thomas' chest, both of us stumbling backwards briefly. A tear runs down my cheek. "Fuck, n/n. Did you tell her?" He asks, gripping my shoulders. I nod. "Oh god, I told you not to. She's going to tell them, you do know that, right? She'll do it. Just like she did to subje- Galileo. What did you tell her?"

"I didn't tell her everything. Just that I had the coordinates and wanted to find someone who could help. I didn't tell her you were part of it."

"Why not?"

"I know she's going to tell. I've always known. I just had, I don't know, a sliver of hope that she still had some decency. If she does, they're going to send me up there, or worse. You need to keep it going. You know the coordinates better than I do, and I know you can think of someone to tell." He drops his eyeline and starts fumbling with his fingers. I grab his hand, forcing him to look at me. "Thomas. You can do this. You have to do this." He nods and I keep walking, searching to find someone before Teresa can spread the word.

I barely get 10 steps before I'm yanked into a room, filled with people in white coats whose faces are either filled with sympathy or betrayal.

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Burning. That's the only word that could effectively describe the sensation in my throat. The doctors, with their cold, calculating eyes, were gathered in front of me, their lab coats a reminder of the experiment I was undergoing. I'd seen it happen many times, but I'd never expected it to happen to me.