Trapped - Gally x Reader - TMR

Long chapter again!!❣️

The hall was packed. I could barely sit upright, head pounding in waves that made the whole place tilt like a sinking ship.

Gally had carried me in and now I sat near the front, eyes fixed on the dirt floor because it was easier than focusing on anything else. My ears rang, every heartbeat a drum against my skull. It hurt to stay awake.

"...things are changing," Gally said, his voice cutting through the fog around me. "There's no denying that. First Ben gets stung in board daylight and then Alby. And now our Greenie here has taken it upon himself to go into the maze." Gally started his speech.

I looked up slowly, squinting at him. He stood in the middle, tall and steady, shoulders squared like he was carrying the weight of the world.

"Which is a clear violation of the rules here."

I closed my eyes. Didn't you break like all four?

"Yeah, but he saved Alby's life." Frypan spoke up.

"Did he?" Gally questioned. "For three years, we have coexisted with these things and now you've killed one of them." He pointed at Thomas who gave him the most hateful look I have ever seen. Guess it's still about the shower thing.

"Who knows what that could mean for us?"

"Well, what do you suggest we do?" Newt finally asked.

"He has to be punished."

The whole crowd erupted.

"Minho. What do you think?" Newt changed the subject.

I couldn't hear every word. His voice came in waves, some clear, some distant, like I was underwater.

Then Minho said something about making Thomas a runner and the crowd erupted again.

"Thomas, Thomas, Thomas.."

"He killed a Griever."

"No way!"

"Minho's right! Make him a Runner!"

I flinched, hard. The headache hit like a hammer to the side of my skull. A sharp, blinding throb that forced my hands to my ears. But everything was spinning, pounding, suffocating.

"No, he needs to be punished!"

God, it hurt.

"(Y/n)?" Newt's voice was there for a second, but I couldn't lift my head. Just pressed my hands tighter to my ears.

"She's concussed, you idiots," I heard someone snap...probably Jeff, or maybe Clint.

Then through the noise, clear and loud, some idiot shouted:

"What about your girlfriend, Gally? She ran into the Maze too! Or does she get a free pass because you're screwing her?"

I stared at the floor, my cheeks burning.

Gally didn't move at first. His jaw was clenched, fists tight, eyes locked on the guy who'd spoken.

"What the fuck did you just say?" His voice cracked across the room like thunder. He took a step forward, and the crowd split open.

"She nearly bled out in the Maze," he growled, stepping even closer. "She was unconscious for what two days, and you wanna talk about punishment?"

I could see the veins in his neck, the fury in his voice. No one said a word. He pointed back at me without looking.

"Look at her! She can barely sit up straight, and you think I'm giving her a pass?"

It was quiet.

"Jealous much, asshole?"