Trapped

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Gally didn't say anything as we walked down the long halls of Wicked. The sway of Gally, a rhythmic walk lulled me to sleep.

"Hey, sleepyhead," Gally spoke up in a smooth voice. He sat me down on a small bed with rumpled covers. He bent down to my level to look into my tired eyes. I tried to give him a small smile. "You're so cute." He laughed and smiled back at me.

"Where is your bathroom?" I asked, assuming this was his sleeping quarters.

"Over here." He said leading me to a simple bathroom with a shower, toilet, and a sink. Once I saw myself in the mirror I didn't know who I was staring at. My nose was busted and the blood had trickled down onto my lips. I had a bruise forming under my eye. I would have a black eye for a couple of days, from who knows where. My whole face was pale, and my eyes were sad, even though I wasn't sad, just dazed. Gally stood in the doorway and watched me clean the blood from my face.

"Willow I need to tell you something." His eyes were full of worry as he spoke. I turned around to face him and leaned up against the sink. My heart started to race, worried that it was something bad, yet I tried to stay calm.

"Yeah?" I said in a soothing tone. He came closer to me and grabbed my hands. Looking down at me he finally spoke.

"I did this to you." He cringed at the words that came out of his mouth.

"What are you talking about?" I became more alert, confused at what he was saying.

"When.. when you walked into the lab with Ava yesterday, that- that was me who hit you. I just needed to tell you before you found out from someone else." His voice barely above a whisper, and broke with each word that came out. My eyes widened at his words. "Willow I promise I didn't know it was you until I put you onto the table!" He was so broken. I looked back up at him, into his tear-brimmed eyes. once I saw his broken expression I caved.

"Gally," I grabbed his face. "It's okay. I'm right here, nothing happened to me." I gave him a weak smile, trying to cheer him up.

"That happened." He touched my bruised eye, referring to what happened, gently with one finger, like a small curious child.