SOFT SIDES | tmr ; gally x reader

Seventeen

When Newt finally gets himself together somewhat, he decides to head to the dining area.

"I'll be there in a minute hold on," you tell him. He nods, sniffling, and walks away. You stand there for a couple more minutes until you see him get to the rest of the gladers. Then you adjust your crutches under your arms and walk past the dining area, to the pits.

"Gally! It's Juno," you say. You've forgotten which one he was in. Oops.

"Over here!" He yells out. You walk over and sit down with much difficulty.

He goes over to the entrance of his little cell and reaches his hand out to you. Yo grab hold of it and stare into his eyes. You want him out here, so you can hug him and kiss him and get rid of the sinking feeling in your chest. Today was too much for you to handle. You feel tears finally roll down your face, after trying to hold them in.

"Juno. Why are you crying? What's wrong? What was all the yelling for?" He asks with a concerned look on his face.

"It's Minho, Alby, and Thomas. They're in the maze."

Gally seems confused. "But didn't the doors just-" Suddenly the realization kicks in. "Oh."

You nod and lean forward to hold your head in your hands. "Newt's taking it badly."

"Obviously. Those are his best friends out there!"

"I just wish there was something I could've done," you whisper. "If my leg was better, I could've gone out there and-"

"And what?" Gally interrupts you. "Go and die with them? That sounds like it would make our situation worse, don't you think?" He pulls your hand up to his lips and gives plants a kiss gently on the back of your hand. "I'm just glad you're ok."

You nod, but you still feel wrong. You were there! You should've done something! Anything!

"I better go check on Newt," you say, taking your hand away from his.

Gally frowns, but turns around to sit down on the back of his cell.

You stand back up and start walking back towards the dining area. You look back to the cells one more time, before entering the room with the rest of the gladers.

The room is usually filled with chatter, but tonight, it's silent. All you can here is the clinking of forks scraping on plates, but it doesn't look like anybody's eating much.

You walk over and sit at your normal table where Newt and Chuck are picking at the ham and potatoes on their plates. They look up at you and gesture for you to sit down.

You sit next to Chuck, across from Newt. "So what now?" You ask.

"That's the thing," Chuck replies. "What do we do?

The room has became awkwardly silent. You turn around and see that everyone is looking to the table.

Newt lifts his head to look around at all the gladers, before standing up to stand on top of the table. he clears his throat. "i know you all are expecting some bloody speech from me, beind second in command an' all. But I, like most of you, am at a loss for words at the whole situation.

"I say for now we just go and get some sleep. We can figure everything out in the morning." Newt nods, ending his little message, and climbs back down to the ground, The gladers begin shuffling around, dumping their untouched food into a trash bin, and placing their dishes into a pile for frypan to wash up. Nobody says a word, as they walk to the sleeping area.

"Goodnight Juno," Newt says emotionlessly, then stands up to join the crowd.

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The next morning you notice nobody is at work. It's so strange to see. In the glade there's never a day off.