The Bloody Walls

You Sure?

Chuck became used to the way of the Glade rather quickly. The whole Glade grew fond of him, seeing him as the annoying younger brother.
Would be a shame if he died.
All of the Gladers comforted the young Glader; well all except one.
Gally.
He despised Chuck. He saw no importance for him. "He can barley tie his own shoes. What can he do to help?" Gally would say.
Gally, he was all about family; and the Gladers were his family. He would do anything to protect them. It may not come across, but his intensions were pure.
And he saw Chuck as an obstacle, an obstacle that he must overcome.
"He's nothing but inconvenient. He will hold us back."
Chuck heard this, he heard what Gally called him.
He was an inconvenience.
"Newt?" Chuck asked. "May I ask what happened to your leg?"
Newt looked down at his leg, wishing he didn't have to answer. He limped. His limp was noticeable. Very noticeable.
"Cow."
All he said.
"You sure?" Chuck asked, hesitantly.
Newt's head snapped up. Did he say that? "What?"
Chuck continued to surprise Newt,
"Just saying, I understand. I mean look at me, I can't do anything to help. I'm Chuck, the inconvenient one."
Newt's mouth dropped, eyebrows raised.
Chuck was gone, simply walked away.
"Bloody Hell."