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Matt x Galra!reader: I care about you

"She is Galra and was a part of the fleet. She will certainly rat us out and get us all killed if we don't get rid of her!" You could hear two people shouting at each other, but your body's fatigue made it hard for your brain to indicate who was who.
"No she won't. First of all she is injured, second I know her. I can vouch for her; she is not like the rest of the Galra." This second voice seemd oddly fimiliar to you, but you were still unable to identify it. The conversation went quiet for a short period before the first voice grunted.
"Fine, she can come with us. But we will not look after her. You will have to do it."
"Understood..."

Glancing down on your side you observed the open wound in your stomach. Blood was still slowly flowing out of it but luckily, it was not as worse that some time ago. It needed urgent treatment that was for sure, sadly you were positive, nobody on the ship would be willing to help you.
The spaceship you were on was on its way to the nearest rebel base after an operation to free some prisoners from a Galra fleet. You on the other hand were one of the Galra that served on said ship. Durring the freeing of the prisoners you had got caught up in the fights and got injured. The rebels only took you with them because one of the prisoners insisted.
"How are we doing (y/N)?" Said Prisoner entered the cargo room you were currently sitting in. He was a teenage boy from planet Earth, tall and had short hazelnut colored hair. The rebel crew did not allow you to leave the room, since they were still afraid you could betray them.
"I'll live..." you mumbled and placed your hand over the wound to keep it from the boy's eyes.
The boy kneeled down in front of you, in his hands he had a bottle of disinfectant,a cloth and some bandages. 
"Come on, I need to take care of your wound (y/N)." he gently removed your hand from the wound and started to examine it.
"I'm no expert in medicine or with Galra bodies, but I think if we keep the wound closed and make sure it's clean, you should have no problems." He drenched the cloth with the medicine and pressed it on your skin. You hissed in pain as the fabric touched the injury and the medicament burned because of the alcohol in it. The boy cleaned the wound with a concerned look on his face. It seemed like he really was worried about you.
"Why are you doing this Matt?" The boy raised his head and gave you a surprised look, which made you flinch.
"What is it? Something wrong?"
"No. No nothing is wrong." Matt shook his head quickley. "It's just that this is the first time you actually used my name while talking to me." He was correct you thought. In the past your conversations were short and you always just called him 'prisoner' or by his ID number he had gotten in Prison. It was forbidden to call prisoners by their name to show them they are woth nothing.
"To answer your question" he started after a while of you not saying anything, "I know I don't have to do this. But I want to." Your yellow eyes wandered down and met his brown ones. He was giving you a gentle smile and started to get up again. He keept eyecontact as he stood up.
"I want to help you as you helped me over the last year." You gazed at his face in confusion, not being able to understand his motivation.
"I never did anything for you Matt. I was your prisonguard. I escorted you from cell to cell, not giving you any freedom. I let the other guards laugh at you, harass you, beat you and I did nothing against it. I just stood by, not doing anything." Your body started to shake in fright by thinking back to the prison. It was not a nice place. Most of the Galra you knew were brutal and barbarians in your eyes. It did not help that you had not been able to change stations to get away from the pain and sorrow of the prison. They had not let you since you had been the newbie and their maid for everything.
Matt saw you hurting and pulled to his chest for an embrace.
"You may have seen it that way but saw it differently. You cared for us prisoners when no one else on the ship did. You tried to made sure we were able to eat  every day. You knew shortcuts to get us from one room to the next without getting in trouble with the other guards. You treated the wounded when needed, without us asking you for help or being ordered to do so. I saw for a Galra, which I started to hate at one point, you were gentle and piecefull unlike the others. That way I saw that with your race it is the same as with mine: you can't just throw everyone in the same pot. Everyone is different and there are some other kindhearted Galra out there somewhere." Tears started to fall down you cheeks after hearing this from him. Not trying to stop them, you just let them flow out since it seemed nessecary. You had held them back for such a long time and were happy to show your true face. A cowardly girl who hated her job, hated to hurt others, hated to opress others. Matt let his fingers glide through your hair and tried to calm you down with it.
"(Y/N) because you cared for us, for me, I started to care about you. I know a part of you most likely thought you should be left behind after you were wounded, but I could not do that. I wanted to help you and do something good for you. I'll make sure no one will hurt you. That much I owe you. And it is something I want for myself." Still crying you wrapped your arms around Matts torso and hugged him tightly. Matt smiled down at you while you keeps sobbing into his shirt. He didn't really care that your tears was making it wet, what was important to him was to show you how much you ment to him and that he would be there for you.

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Some time last week someone asked me for something like this and I felt really inspired to do it! I currently have 2 other stories that are almost finished, i just need to finish and correct them so hope I can upload them soon as well. Work and my studies for my exams in april/may are taking up most of my time currently qwq hope after them I can do more :D