Gally Imagines

gally imagine sixteen pt. one

it's been almost three years since I posted my last gally imagine. that's so crazy. I hope everyone is doing good. anybody have a particularly interesting three years? I still love will poulter and gally as much as I did when I first started writing these four years ago, I've just been so busy. I saw the death cure movie. I was a crying mess and will poulter was amazing. page 250 was fantastic and they even included "please tommy please". I'm gonna write an imagine based on the death cure movie so it isn't book accurate at all but the text is pretty much exactly what they say in the movie because I found an illegal version online and I got it line for line, scene for scene and this contains tons of SPOILERS so this is your warning!!! I've been working on this since January 26th when I saw the movie and it's really long so I'll be splitting it into different parts. enjoy.

Thomas, Newt, Brenda, Jorge, Frypan, and I are standing at the front of the shoving, loud group of Cranks. We're all staring up at the insanely huge, concrete walls surrounding the Last City. After we had rescued Sonya and Aris from WCKD, they told us that this is the only place left that Minho could be. Right away the six of us took a couple trucks from Vince and the Right Arm and hoped that we could rescue Minho in time to get back and go with the Right Arm on their boat to a far off island where all Immunes could be safe to start a new society while the Flare burns itself out.
But for now, looking up at the walls of the Last City is overwhelming. The only person I can see clearly in the huge crowd of Cranks is Frypan, and that's only because he has a firm grip on my arm so he won't lose me. I can see Newt a couple yards to my right every few seconds and I hope that the other three are with him.
I change my focus to the walls. They seem about ten stories tall with giant guns mounted every twenty feet apart around the whole thing. I can see fifty WCKD guards in full body armor which is impressive since I can only see a small section of the entire wall. They all are holding huge guns as well and they're all focused on us. We're about a football field away from the entrance and while the Cranks are shoving everybody, none of them seem to want to get any closer.
Frypan tugs on my arm to get my attention and I jump in surprise to see that Newt has moved next to us and they're talking, but everyone is too loud for me to hear them. I lean in.
"What?" I shout.
"We need to get out of here. Right now." Newt says and he points to six men walking towards us from two directions. Their faces are covered completely by black masks but they're holding guns and obviously heading straight for us.
"Okay let's get out of here," I agree, "where's everyone else?"
"They're coming-," Newt starts but he's drowned out by the high pitched droning of the guns at the top of the wall powering up.
All the Cranks start running back which clears the crowd enough for me to see Brenda and Jorge trying to get Thomas back, away from where the guns are about to start firing. For some reason he pulls away and gestures for them to wait. The first shot goes off and the ground in front of Thomas explodes.
We all start running with no plan of where we're going as bullets hit within feet of me. Another explosion blasts me forward and I fall hard on my face. I lift myself up creakily, my whole face aching, and see that my friends are being grabbed by the guys in masks and thrown into vans. Newt, Frypan, and Jorge are being shoved into one and Brenda and Thomas in the other. Everyone is going quietly with guns in their backs except for Jorge who's kicking and punching to try to get to Brenda.
I have no idea what to do but it doesn't matter because the second I start running towards them, a bullet from the city walls goes through my right leg.
I scream as I fall again and I think that's what first alerts everybody that I'm not with them.
"Y/N!" Thomas shouts, halfway in the van before being pushed all the way in.
One of the tall, masked men starts running towards me. I can't even stand to run so I try crawling, but even that makes me cry out. He gets to me in about four seconds.
"Let my friends go." I try to say bravely, but it comes out very shaky. I hear his muffled scoff through his mask.
"Come on shank, you're bleeding out." he says as he puts me over his shoulder with ease. I barely register the pain though. 'Shank' is Glader slang. How could this random guy in the Scorch possibly know it? Alby, Chuck, Winston, Zart, Ben, Gally...well they're all dead. I feel a pang of guilt when Gally's name pops into my head. The past day has been so hectic, I haven't even thought about him since we were back with the Right Arm. Everytime I sleep I can still hear myself begging him to put the gun down and watching Minho's spear sink into his chest.
The tall guard gently lays me down in the van before climbing in himself. He sits next to a shorter guard who has his gun pointed at us, probably to make sure nobody does anything. Brenda and Thomas start fussing over me while the van starts heading towards whatever unknown location.
"What happened?" Brenda asks worriedly.
I rip my pants leg open carefully to reveal the bleeding hole in my thigh. Just the sight seems to make it hurt more and I grit my teeth.
"You were hit?! I was talking about your face!" Brenda exclaims and I'm confused.
"My face? What's wrong with my face?" I quickly figure it out though when I tentatively lay a hand on my face and it comes back covered with blood. It must've happened when I got knocked off my feet and fell straight forward. Thomas hands me my ripped pant leg to clean the blood from the cuts on my face.
"If you assholes wanna kidnap us, can you at least give us something for her leg?" Thomas asks coldly. The two men look at each other and seem to have a silent conversation, but I don't know how since their masks make it impossible to see their faces.
The shorter guard hands his gun to the taller guard that carried me and carefully climbs to the front to have a quiet conversation with the driver.
I feel like Tall Guard is staring right at me, but it's impossible to be sure. I wish I could tell Thomas and Brenda about how he used Glader slang, but he's literally right there and can hear everything we say.
"Where are the rest of our friends? The two boys and the older man?" I ask him but he just turns his face towards the heavily tinted window.
"Here. The tube inside has this shit that heals gunshot wounds in a few hours. You just need to get the bullet out first." Short Guard says as he hands Brenda a first aid kit.
"It's a through and through." she mutters as she digs through the kit and pulls out a thin, purple tube and wrap to bandage my leg. She squeezes a good amount of blue paste out of it onto her fingers and looks at me, asking with her eyes if I'm ready.
"Yeah, just do it." I grimace and grab Thomas' hand to prepare myself. This seems to bother Tall Guard because he coughs loudly. I barely have time to look at him before my leg loses all feeling. It's like when you put your hands in really hot water and at first it feels cold because your nerves can't register the temperature. But instead, first my leg loses all feeling and then it gets painfully cold. I can't help it, I start crying.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" Brenda yells as I squeeze the life out of Thomas' hand and she rubs the paste on the wound and then bends my knee to cover the exit wound.
After a few minutes of well needed crying, the pain subsides to a dull throb and I get the courage to look at it myself. In five minutes the redness is already way reduced and no part of my leg is swollen. I show Brenda and Thomas and Brenda quickly starts wrapping it, but I can tell we're all amazed.
"What is this stuff?" Thomas breathes.
"Not that it's any of your business, but we have no idea anyways. We stole a crate full of them from a WCKD truck on a raid." Short Guard seems to brag as he takes his gun back from his friend.
"You're not WCKD?" I ask incredulously and he laughs but it's Tall Guard that answers:
"Fuck no."
We're all quiet for a few minutes before Brenda turns to me.
"Do you remember that story you told Jorge and I a few weeks ago about that guy in the Maze who accidentally got a nail in his leg and you completely botched taking it out?"
"Quiet." Short Guard growls but Tall Guard elbows him.
I smile, remembering that fondly because it turned into the first time that I got to spend time alone with Gally, even though I was extremely stressed for days. It was a few weeks into my first month at the Glade back when there were only about twenty five Gladers. I was training to be a Medjack when Gally was carried in by some of the other Builders with a nail in his right leg. I had no idea what to do so I just yanked it out which led to him intense bleeding for two and a half days. In that whole time I slept four hours total and got to know Gally very well.
"Yeah he almost bled out." I tell her and she smiles sadly at me. She knows all about losing someone you love.
"You sound like a pretty shitty doctor." Short Guard snorts and I can tell that Brenda is about to retort when the van halts and the engine stops.
"Time to go." Tall Guard says and climbs over us to open the back doors. We're greeted by fifty people with guns surrounding us.
Thomas and Brenda climb out after Tall Guard and I hear them both curse under their breath as Jorge comes flying out of the other van.
"Where is she?! You son of a bitch! Where the hell is Brenda?!" Jorge shouts, spit flying as he tackles one of the masked men and starts beating him ruthlessly. Thomas, Newt, and Frypan try to pull him off but it's like his anger and fear over Brenda being taken from him is giving him superhuman strength.
"I'm here! I'm right here! I'm right here..." Brenda trails off as he sees her and embraces her like he's never going to let go.
"Y/N did they do this to you?" Newt asks as I limp over to them.
"No I got shot back at the walls." I tell him and his brow furrows in anger.
"Come here, I'll help." he beckons me, but he's quickly stopped by Tall Guard.
"No touching. Come with me."
"Enough of this! Who are you people? Who are you?" Jorge demands, his arm still around Brenda. Tall Guard sighs.
Slowly, he pulls of his mask. It's like my brain can't process what my eyes are seeing. My stomach drops.
"Y/N..." Frypan starts and puts a comforting hand on my shoulder but I shrug it off.
A million memories are going through my head in the span of seconds. He's pulling me out of the Box, we're getting horribly drunk off his moonshine, spending days together after I incorrectly pulled the nail out of his leg, checking on his leg a week later and he awkwardly kisses me, he calls me his girlfriend for the first time, eating every meal together, making fun of Greenies, losing our virginities to each other, he gets stung and becomes much angrier and tense, arguing more once Thomas and Teresa arrive, so many of our friends dying, he refuses to leave the Maze with us, he's dead. He died. How is Gally standing in front of me? How is he alive right now?