Trapped - Gally x Reader - TMR

I plopped down onto one of the benches at the table, setting my tray in front of me. The food wasn't anything special. Some kind of stew that looked suspiciously thick. But after a morning of running around, I wasn't going to complain.

Newt, Minho and Ben were already eating, while a little boy I hadn't met before was stuffing his face like he hadn't eaten in weeks. He had curly brown hair, a round face, and an energy that reminded me of a puppy.

My stomach twisted. Why would they put a child here. What has he done? I mean, we were young too but he, he is just a kid.

Ben nudged him with his elbow. "Oi, Chuck, slow down."

Chuck barely looked up as he shoveled another spoonful into his mouth. "Ain't my fault Frypan cooks so good." Then, he turned to me, wiping his mouth on his sleeve. "You're the girl everyone is talking about."

I raised an eyebrow. "Last time I checked."

"I mean—" He sat up straighter. "I just hadn't met you yet. I'm Chuck."

"Nice to meet you, Chuck. I'm (Y/N)." I smiled. "Be careful with that knife. I already had to stitch someone up today."

Ben perked up at that, looking at me with a grin. "You can stitch people up? Bet you'd make a good nurse."

I narrowed my eyes at him, already sensing where this was going. "And what's that supposed to mean?"

He leaned in slightly. "I dunno. Just thinking it'd be nice to have someone so pretty patch me up if I ever got hurt."

Newt snorted. Chuck made a face and Minho stopped eating looking at his runner.

I rolled my eyes. "Ben, if you ever get hurt, I'll make sure to let Jeff take care of you instead."

Newt smirked, shaking his head before turning to me. "Wait, you actually stitched someone up today?"

"Yeah, Gally," I said, scooping up a bite of food. "He had quite a cut on his chest. Jeff and Clint were busy, so he let me do it."

Chuck almost choked on his stew. "Gally let you stitch him up?"

"That's what I said."

Newt raised an eyebrow. "And you're sure he wasn't just too tired to argue?"

I shrugged. "Maybe. But I didn't do a bad job."

Newt studied me for a second before nodding. "Alright, then. Tomorrow, you help me in the gardens."

I made a face. "Gardening?"

"Yeah, it's called pulling your weight, love," he said, smirking.

"Well, I was thinking..." I hesitated, then leaned forward. "What if I went into the maze instead?"

Silence.

Chuck froze with his spoon halfway to his mouth. Ben stopped mid-chew. Newt's expression didn't change, but his eyes flickered with something like amusement. Minho sitting opposite of me just rolled his eyes.

Then, all at once, they burst out laughing.

Ben wiped fake tears from his eyes. "Oh, that's a good one."

Chuck shook his head. "Nah, that's crazy. No way."

Newt just chuckled. "Absolutely not."

I crossed my arms. "Why not?"

Newt gave me a look. "Because it's the maze. I told you everything about it."

"Yeah, and?" I leaned forward. "What if they sent me up here for a reason? Maybe the maze needs a woman's touch."