Trapped - Gally x Reader - TMR

Hey everyone, I'm back! (Sort of) I'm so sorry for the delay...I had a super busy week, but don't worry, I'm making up for it with an extra long chapter today! I hope you all enjoy it. 💖
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Thomas' POV

I couldn't remember the last time I blinked.

Her chest rose. Barely. Then fell again.

And I kept staring...watching, counting, afraid to even look away. Afraid that if I did, she'd stop breathing and I'd miss it.

I rubbed my eyes with the heel of my hand. Everything stung. My shoulders ached, and my legs had long gone numb from sitting. But I couldn't move. I didn't deserve to move. Not after what I'd done.

I was supposed to protect her.

That's what big brothers do, right?

They don't drag their sisters into hell.
I squeezed my eyes shut. Her scream was still in my ears. Over and over and over. I couldn't stop hearing it. The way her voice cracked. The way it sounded like it came from deep in her throat...pure panic, pure pain.

And I wasn't there.

I wasn't there.

God, I'm such a damn idiot.

And now she was lying there, pale and silent and slipping further away with every hour. Bandages up her arms. Cloth wrapped around her hands where the skin had burned from some reason I don't know. Blood that still hadn't come out of her shirt. Her thigh...Jeff said she lost too much blood. That if she didn't wake up soon...

I couldn't even let myself finish the thought.

I'm a horrible brother.

I was so tired. My eyes kept slipping shut. My body wanted to give in, to sink into the chair and disappear for a while. Just a minute.

But I couldn't.

Every now and then, Jeff would check her pulse. Clint said she needed rest. Newt told me to lie down, that he'd take over. But I couldn't leave her.

And then..

Her breath caught, shaky and harsh, like it hurt. Her fingers twitched.

"(Y/n)?" I stood so fast the chair scraped loudly behind me. "(Y/n), hey...can you hear me?"

Her eyebrows moved. Then her eyes opened just a little...barely slits, like the light burned.

I took a step closer, heart pounding.

"Thomas..." Her voice was barely there. Dry. Weak.

I dropped to my knees beside the bed. "Yeah, yeah, I'm here. You're safe, okay? You're in the Glade."

She blinked slowly, eyes glassy and confused. "Where...where am I?"

"You're in the Glade," I repeated. My throat was tight. "You made it back."

Newt stepped up behind me. "You're safe."

(Y/n)'s eyes darted around, not really focusing. "It hurts..." she whispered. "Everything hurts."

"I know. I'm sorry," I said, brushing a bit of hair from her face. "You're gonna be alright. We've got you now."

She swallowed, wincing at the effort. "I climbed the wall. I saw..." Her breathing hitched again. "A Griever. I ran. I climbed. Then...then I was on the top."