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|Chapter•Thirty•One|

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Gally stayed with (M/n) all night, almost unable to sleep as every noise he would make caused the blond to wake up.

He would sit next to him and dry the sweat off (M/n)'s face and neck while talking to him, noticing it helped him calm down, Gally's voice working as a way to ground him back to reality, away from the night terrors his mind showed to him.

Gally would sit back on the chair next to the bed rather than the couch, it was too far away from it in his opinion, and he wanted to be right next to him whenever (M/n) needed him.

He hated falling asleep that night. He would sleep for ten or twenty minutes, and (M/n) would move or groan, make any kind of noise and he would wake up, hopeful of seeing his (e/c) eyes finally open, knowing he'd get better soon, but no.

(M/n) was there, still unconscious. And Gally had never felt a pain so strong as the one he felt whenever he realized his best friend, the guy he loved... was still trapped inside his own mind, and all he could do was watch as he trashed around on the bed, babbling things he couldn't fully understand.

He felt so helpless and useless. If he had stayed with (M/n)... Had he been there by his side, to prevent him from going into the Maze... Things would be different.

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When morning arrived, Gally woke up when his hand lost hold of his head, suddenly getting him awake and alert. Nothing had changed, everything was exactly the same as it had been the past hour.

His eyes were dry and a headache was finding its way inside his skull, he felt more irritable than ever, so he hoped no one would come to bother him.

"Gally?" He glanced over his shoulder with a frown, and saw Chuck standing by the med room door, playing with his fingers.

"Need something, Chuck?" His curls shook when he moved his head from side to side.

"Do you... Want anything for breakfast?" Gally was almost sure Fry had asked Chuck to make sure he hadn't been pushing himself to take care of (M/n), Fry knew Gally wouldn't lash out at the greenie, he knew the blond fairly well.

"Uh... Maybe some bread? And water," Chuck nodded and left, heading to the kitchen. Gally heard muffled voices, seeing as the kitchen was next to the med room, and he looked over at (M/n), standing up from his chair, and gently stroking his (h/c) hair, reaching for the towel on the headboard to dry the sweat off his skin, "I'm here, bean... Everything is alright."

He heard footsteps behind him, and saw Chuck setting the bowl with some bread, a small recipient with jam, a teaspoon and a water bottle.

"Thanks, Chuck," the greenie nodded with a small smile and found a comfortable spot on the couch, an empty bowl in his hand to gather all the wood chips and dust as he continued with his wood carving.

He wanted to get them done before (M/n) woke up, to give it to him as a gift, similar to what Gally made, but he was far behind in skills, so the process was slow and steady to make sure he wouldn't mess up.

Gally looked at Chuck from his spot on the bed, and felt a small smile pulling his lips up, "Need help finishing that, buddy?" He looked up from his wooden half-moon, and shook his head, watching how a subtle frown appeared on Gally's brow.

"It's okay, I can do this by myself, and... You have to take care of (M/n), I don't wanna bother you, Gally." He felt touched by Chuck's words, despite being just a kid, he sounded so much more mature than the majority of the guys around.

"Well... But you can tell me if you need help with anything, alright?" Chuck nodded, and his curls bounced around again.

They stayed silent for about an hour or two, Gally ate some pieces of bread with jam and they just enjoyed each other's quiet company until Chuck was called to do the dishes with the other Sloppers, of course, they were working under Alby's supervision, make sure they wouldn't do anything they weren't supposed to.

Hours appeared to fly by for everyone else but Gally, to him, it felt like a minute lasted ten, and ten minutes lasted an hour, and he decided to stop caring about what time it was because he was sure to drive himself mad if he did.

He only became somewhat aware of the time when Newt stopped by with lunch for him. He placed it on the coffee table next to the bowl with a single piece of bread and the jam gone, Newt took the remains of what Gally had for breakfast and silently left the med room without uttering a single word.

Gally looked over and realized the bowl was full of cut fruit, his and (M/n)'s favourite fruit. He reached to grab a piece between his fingers and ate it.

He almost found the sweet fruit too bitter, eating it without (M/n). He turned his back to (M/n) for a few minutes, and tried to eat a couple more pieces, but he wasn't hungry.

Behind him, (M/n)'s body squirmed on the bed, his mind flashing more and more images that kept confusing him, until they stopped and he was finally able to understand what was happening around him.

He was living his first ever memory, the only memory he kept from before the Glade, lying on that gurney as he was taken somewhere- taken to the Box, he was surrounded by blurry faces again, but this time, when he blinked and opened his eyes more, two faces were in his field of vision, the image fading too quickly to be able to tell anything about them other than one was a girl and the other was a guy.

"See you soon..."

And his eyes opened, feeling slightly startled. His breathing was rapid, but he couldn't pay attention to that because all he could feel was pain. He felt pain everywhere on his body. His head was throbbing, his shoulder was pulsing, his muscles were contracting around his ribs, and there was a burning feeling shooting up his leg.

It was too much at once, and he felt overloaded. (M/n) blinked slowly, squinting to try and ease the headache he had, and looked around the room, barely being able to move around on the bed.

He rested his weight on his good arm, and struggled to push himself up, it was hard but he managed to maintain himself up for a few seconds, enough to realize where he was and whom he was with.

"Ga... lly..."

(M/n) saw how Gally's body tensed up, and he turned around, immediately getting up from his chair and rushing to hug him the instant he saw (M/n) was awake.

Gally cried freely, trying to not hurt (M/n) more, but he felt so much relief within him, that he almost couldn't, "I was... So s-scared to lose you, b-bean... I couldn't- I can't-," he struggled to say between sobs, babbling a few words (M/n) managed to understand. Like 'never' and 'without you'.

(M/n) wrapped his arms around Gally too, thanking that the blond was holding him up, and he clung onto him with his good arm. He was so sure he would never see Gally ever again, certain he was gonna die in the Maze with that Griever, and yet, here he was, back in the Glade, in the Homestead, holding Gally close, afraid of waking up and realize this moment is not real.

He didn't want to wake up and realize that he wasn't there with Gally, he didn't want to know that everything he was seeing right that moment was all a figment of his imagination, something his subconscious made to make him happy during his last moments alive. Afraid that everything would be gone as soon as his eyes opened.

But it was real, Gally's warmth against him and the pain he felt all over his body was very much real, and (M/n) couldn't hold back his tears any longer.

"I'm sorry..." They cried together and held each other close, reassuring the other and themselves that they were there, that everything was gonna be alright now that they were together again. For a few minutes, they stayed like that until their tears ceased and got their steady breathing back.

(M/n) shifted his head and rested his cheek on Gally's shoulder, and he spotted something on the bedside table. He tapped Gally's arms a few times and they pulled away from their hug. His eyes were locked onto those things that caught his attention, and Gally followed his line of sight.

"Oh! Right...!" He scooted closer to the table and reached for the water bottle sitting there, "Here," he assumed (M/n) was thirsty, and had taken the cap off, slowly and carefully bringing it close to (M/n)'s mouth.

He chuckled, but nonetheless accepted the water he was given, he was a little thirsty, his voice was raspy and his throat itchy so the water was really nice, even if that wasn't exactly what he was looking at a few seconds ago.

"Thank you..." He whispered when Gally lowered the bottle and closed it again, "But I meant... Those..." The Keeper frowned and turned to look at the table again, just realizing he had placed the finished bracelets there.

"Uhm, these, I..." He picked them up and avoided eye contact, suddenly feeling a little shy to say anything about them, but when he realized how (M/n) was expectantly looking at him, he couldn't feel happier that those pretty (e/c) eyes were open again, staring only at him, "I made these as a... Promise. To each other, bean."

Gally placed them on (M/n)'s lap, watching as he picked one up. One read 'Gally' and the other '(M/n)' on the exterior, while the inside read 'I Promise You'.

(M/n) looked up at Gally and realized he was fidgeting with his hands, which caught his attention. His knuckles were bruised purple, small cuts here and there, and he felt worried about it. His hand reached to gently hold Gally's and inspected his knuckles.

"You're hurt... Let me h-help you..." Gally watched how (M/n) tried to get up from the bed, but he prevented that, "Gally, please..."

He couldn't help getting emotional again, (M/n) cared so much about him that he didn't even realize he had been attacked by a Griever and survived a night in the Maze. "No, no, I'm alright, bean... You have to rest, okay?" He held (M/n)'s face in his hands, holding eye contact with him, which thankfully worked to get him to calm down.

He sighed and nodded, looking down at the bracelets again, his fingers held the wood, and graced his name carved on it. (M/n) picked it up and handed it to Gally, who looked at it and back into his (e/c) eyes.

"You want me to...?" (M/n) nodded and silently let Gally tie the bracelet around his wrist, the braided rope did two loops around his wrist, but he didn't mind it. Gally tied it, making sure it wasn't too tight nor too loose and sighed.

(M/n) stared at it, and smiled, reaching his hand to grab Gally's bracelet, "Let... Me..." Immediately, Gally realized what he was trying to do, and he began to refuse.

"No, bean, I can do it myself, you don't need to-," he stopped talking when he made eye contact with him, (M/n) wasn't gonna give in, they were both extremely stubborn and in moments like this, it showed, "Fine..." He said in a whisper after releasing a deep sigh.

Slowly and with a lot of effort, (M/n) managed to lift his injured arm, his shoulder screaming in pain at him to stop moving, but even with his entire arm trembling nonstop, he tied Gally's bracelet around his wrist, which also looped twice.

The entire time, Gally had kept his sight locked on (M/n)'s face, noticing the pain and discomfort he was putting himself through, but also how he smiled once he accomplished his goal.

"Done," (M/n) looked up and he got lost in the bright colour of Gally's eyes, they were shining brighter than ever, looking prettier than he remembered. They were so incredibly close, and damn, after everything that happened, (M/n) couldn't think about keeping these strong feelings to himself anymore, "Gally..."

They moved a little bit closer to each other, "Yeah?"

(M/n) took a deep breath, and swallowed, his hand lifting to gently hold Gally's face.

"Can I-?"

"Hey, Gally, we brought you-" Chuck walked into the med room, followed by Mikah and Doug, inevitably noticing the deadly stare being shot their way, both of them were really, really pissed off.

"I think we interrupted something..." Mikah mumbled to Doug who nodded, feeling just a little scared under Gally's glare, but Chuck eased the air in the room.

He ran to (M/n) and hugged him, "Oof- easy there, little buddy," they heard Chuck sniffing as his body shook, and (M/n) felt his shirt getting wet with his tears, "Hey~ it's alright, I'm back and I feel okay, no need to cry~," he rubbed Chuck's back up and down, trying to help him calm down.

He backed away and wiped the tears streaming down his flushed face with both hands, finding an empty spot by the foot of the bed to sit down.

Chuck looked at (M/n) with his glossy umber eyes, tears continuing to make their way down his face, and he frowned, "Unfair, I was... Making something for you for when you wake up but... But I'm not done yet!" They chuckled alongside Chuck, and (M/n) lifted his hand to ruffle his curls.

"Well, I can always go back to sleep until you're done, right?" With the ambience getting more relaxed and less hostile, they found comfort in the sound of (M/n)'s voice and laugh, filled with relief to see him being the same Dummy (M/n) as he's always been.

Gally ruffled his (curly/wavy/straight) hair, causing him to huff like it was usual, and he showed (M/n) a wide smile, "You've slept long enough already, dummy."

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Apparently, Chuck had brought something for Gally to eat, and they had no knowledge of Newt bringing him fruit earlier, but now lunch was over and there was a ten minute break before they had to get back to work, so they stopped by to check on them.

(M/n) tried to eat some fruit Gally fed to him, but eventually, he announced he was full, "You're probably hungry as well, you can eat the rest."

There was a lot of truth in (M/n)'s words, Gally hadn't eaten a whole meal since the night he ran into the Maze, and his stomach appreciated being filled with food once again.

They were enjoying their time talking, and (M/n) listened to what they were saying, not really feeling like including himself in their conversation, so he quietly listened while resting on the headboard.

However, Clint and Jeff stopped by, telling everyone to leave the room as they had to do a check-up on their patient and just when (M/n) and Gally were the only ones left in the room, did they realize he was awake.

"Oh-! We weren't expecting you'll be awake yet," both Med-jacks smiled at (M/n) and greeted him like one would greet an old friend.

"Yeah, well... I've had enough beauty sleep, or so I've been told," they chuckled softly at (M/n)'s attempt at a joke, and Jeff proceeded to get new bandages out, along with a few gauzes while Clint grabbed alcohol.

"Gally can you...?" He stood up from the chair and stood on (M/n)'s good side.

"Sorry," he quietly apologized before proceeding to undo the first few buttons of (M/n)'s shirt, "Is that alright?" Clint and Jeff nodded and got ready to change the bandages they had wrapped around his shoulder and chest.

At that moment he realized...

...He wasn't wearing his shirt. This shirt wasn't his.

"Your shirt got ruined so..." He looked up at Gally, no longer looking at himself and letting the meds do their job, "I gave you one of mine, hope you don't mind."

In other circumstances, he would've freaked out, but Gally had already seen him shirtless before, he was simply hoping it had only been Gally around when that happened.

"Alright, (M/n), stay still or a stitch might come off," he hummed in response, and he wondered... Stitches? Why do I have-?

And he remembered the Griever he encountered. Being bit by it, stung and thrown into a wall. After that... Everything gets dark and blurry. But he knows...

He got a few of his memories back. Although nothing particularly useful, there isn't much he can remember clearly, other than a few names. Thomas. Janson. Lawrence. Mary.

(M/n) had no idea who those people were, but he certainly didn't trust the majority of them. At least two of those names made him feel uneasy and angry.

"Good, we're done," Clint's voice brought him out of his thoughts, and he noticed he had been wrapped up again, "We got something for your arm since, well, you shouldn't move it too much."

Like that, Jeff grabbed a piece of cloth, and the three of them helped (M/n) bend his injured arm, using his good shoulder to tie the two ends that supported his arm. He watched himself for a moment and looked at the Med-jacks, who were staring at him, expectantly.

"I'm alright, guys," he said softly and he watched how their eyes momentarily filled with tears before they blinked them away.

"We're happy to hear that..." And like that, they left.

(M/n) turned to look at Gally, who was slowly shaking his head, a hint of a smile appearing on his face, "Truth is... Everyone is happy to know you're okay," he nodded a few times, and he wondered how worried his friends probably were about him, "But..." He stared at Gally, who had tears in his eyes as well, "I'm glad you're alive, (M/n)."

Those words...

He blinked a few times as his eyes began to sting, "So am I, Gally."

After that, they proceeded to change the subject to something else, deciding they didn't want to keep the sad and depressive aura around for much longer and (M/n) found himself wondering one thing.

"What..." He stopped for a moment, almost too scared to ask, "What happened to Peter?"

Gally's expression soured for a moment, and (M/n) wondered if something bad had occurred while he was gone.

"Everything was fake, bean... He was not hurt in any way, they did it to get you banished," (M/n) blinked at this information. Even if he was a hundred percent aware of how he had nothing to do with what happened to Peter, he looked seriously injured and had wanted to help him, and now, finding out nothing he saw was real made him sick to his stomach, "Well, everyone knows, but the Keepers know the details, and... Stan got what he deserved too."

(M/n) glanced at Gally's knuckles and he chuckled, thinking about how Stan probably looked, "How bad did you punch him?"

Gally shrugged, "Let's just say he will never look the same," both of them smiled, feeling just a little bit glad that he had finally gotten a taste of his own medicine.

"He's always had a punchable face, to be honest." Snickers from both of them followed, accompanied by a small hiss from (M/n) at the pain he felt on his shoulder.

The rest of the day was spent the same way, enjoying their time alone while Gally made sure he stayed in bed as much as he could, silently feeding (M/n) dinner as they ate together, and then it was time to sleep.

"Gally..." He called quietly as he lay on the bed, his head resting on the pillow as his eyelids began to close on their own. Gally responded with a small 'yeah?', and (M/n) scooted over on the bed, "Can you stay with me?"

The blond stared at (M/n), watching how he was falling asleep and smiling to himself as he stood up and got in the bed next to him, "Always, bean. Always."

Gally gently played with (M/n)'s hair, watching how he fell asleep a few minutes later, his breathing slow and steady, lips slightly parted open. He sighed and held (M/n) as close to him as he could, carefully so as to not hurt him further.

"I've fallen in love with you... Harder than I ever thought I would, bean," he closed his eyes and pressed a small kiss on the crown of (M/n)'s head, finding comfort in being so close to him, and finally, being able to fall asleep, his mind relaxed and at ease.

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Gally's bracelet

#the rejected fix

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