The tears stain my cheeks as I guide Thomas to his hammock.
"Y/N"
I hear Gally ask and I help Thomas lie down before I turn to him.
"Yes Gally?"
"I'm sorr...."
"Gally if you are going to spout the soppy make up crap please tell me so I can leave"
I cross my arms to stop them shaking and Thomas groans slightly.
"Tom?"
I turn around to face Thomas and I hear footsteps come toward me.
"Stay away from me Gally I don't want to look at you or talk to you, please accept it"
"I won't Y/N!"
He roars and grabs my wrist again.
"Ow!"
I shriek as I hear the bone snap, the pain spreading instantly.
He lets go of it just as Thomas sits up.
"Leave it Tom"
I warn him, while I hold my wrist by my heart.
"You think I'm going to let him get away with that?"
Thomas asks as he stands.
"Hell. No"
He mutters and that is when Gally reaches for something in his pocket, a sharp metal looking thing. Without hesitation I push Thomas out of the way and ignore the screaming pain in my wrist as I do so. The knife grazes my side and soon I'm on the ground, staring at Thomas as he punches Gally, the knife seems to be forgotten in my weak fingertips.
"Bloody hell"
I hear Newt say as he restrains Gallg while Thomas picks me up slowly.
"Don't ever talk to me again"
I yell at Gally as Thomas takes me to the medjacks, my blood already soaking my shirt.
