Broken Wings ➳Gally{2}

Not Giving Up

"Bet she enjoyed that."

Gally sits on the chair sharing the same look of annoyance we all had towards Teresa as he throws the cloth filled with blood back on the table as he's back from getting his tag cut out.

And I pick the cloth back up placing it on his neck to let the bleeding stop as I stand behind him one hand on his shoulder one hand aiding his stitches.

"You're probably right."
Frypan sighs agreeing and Newt walks over with their uniforms to wear, handing one over to the each of them.

"Hey, you doing okay?" I turn to Newt as I grasp out for his hand and he shares a look in his eyes that I wish I hadn't been noticing these past two days.

He's losing hope.
"Fine as I can be love." He nods with a forced smile pulling his hand back as he sets a harsh tone. "I need to get dressed." He bluntly says before walking far away from me now avoiding me.

I get that I've been too passive and too caring all at once but I can't control it.
I should be normal, but there's no normal in this world.

I go through phases of being three identities all in a day sometimes.
"Get dressed, I um, I need to talk to him."

Gally tilts his chin to look up towards me and he sees the worry in my eyes when all my thoughts are currently set on Newt.

He shares a longing look as I see the worry he has for me.
So I try let his worry wash off as I press my lips to the top of his head before walking in the same direction towards Newt.

And I see the room he's headed towards and I follow after him.
"I'm getting changed-"

"I've seen you shirtless and I'm not your type." I interrupt his holler as I walk through unbothered and slam the door shut behind us.

He's not even shirtless he's almost fully dressed in his gear.
Yet it's what he's trying to hide from me that raises most my concern.

"If it's not love confessions then what are you hiding?" I raise my brows looking at the pieces of papers he clutches tightly to his chest.

"Actually..." he pauses for a moment and I look at the folded up papers he holds out to me.
"If anything happens-"

"Oh your hilarious love." I actually laugh at the fact he thinks there's a possibility I'm losing him.
I'm actually laughing.

"Oh I'm aware of my humour," he laughs along stepping forward but his mood changed within a second. "But im not joking love."

"We need to talk, properly-"

"I'm not letting you die Newt, end of discussion. No more talking." The lump once again consumes my throat causing my voice to weaken.

"Blake-"
"No Newt."
"Blake just listen!" He finally snaps at me and I flinch for just a second before he forces the papers in my hand.

"There's pages for you and there's pages for Minho-"
"Great, but I'm not reading them." He keeps the papers settled into my hands forcing the pages so tightly in my palms.

"Blake-"
"No! Now you listen to me Newton!" Yes, I used his full fucking name because this isn't happening! "I'm not letting you die. So you can keep your fucking pages you shank. Because cure or not, I'll never let you die. So don't you dare give up on me, because that's not who we are. That's not who you are."

He's pulled himself out the deep end once, he can do it again.
Especially if he has a stubborn Blake to force him not to give in.

"I love you Newt, so we're not giving up."
I wait for his response as he know takes the pages back but he fits them into his pockets not throwing them out just yet.