TRIGGER WARNING: 

**Mental Health, Depression and Suicided**

This song: You Are The Reason by Calum Scott just SCREAMS Gally in my opinion, especially in this chapter. 

Gally

It took a few days, that first chat with Sophie and Zayn, when he first woke up took a lot of of him. The second day, he was seriously struggling to breath, he felt like he was slowly drowning, and that made him panic. Sophie was sitting beside him, and rushed to find the Doctor. She went screaming down the hall.

"DOCTOR HANS! HANS!!" 

The older doctor pocked his head out of the room he was working in. 

"What are you screaming for?" 

Sophie skidded to a stop, panting, "The..new kid! The munnie! There's something wrong!" 

Dr. Hans took off down the hall, his white lab coat flying behind him, Sophie on his heels. They burst into the room. Gally was laying on the bed, gasping for air, and cough up blood.

"It's in his lungs! Sophie, go call the nurses. He needs another surgery." He barked orders at the girl, who spun on her heel and sprinted back down the hall. While the Doctor rushed to the side of Gally's bed. Grabbing all sorts of medical devices. Gally couldn't focus on what the Doctor was doing, he was trying to breath, but it felt like he was being held under water. 

They ended up having to rush Gally off into another emergency surgery. Sophie paced up and down the hall, biting her nails. Zayn leaned against the wall, his arms crossed watching her walk up and down. 

"Why the sudden attachment?" He asked, "We've seen enough death...I've never seen you like this." 

She paused and looked up at him, then shrugged.

"I dunno. He seems...different." 

Zayn just hummed and continued to watch her pace.

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Gally's eyes flicked open, he tried to groan, but there was something blocking his ability to talk. 

"You are lucky to be alive young man." A gruff voice said beside him. "No, no, don't move. You have many tubes coming out all over you. And before you freak out; NO, I am not WICKED. I'm not draining you like a human juice box. I have blood going into you, not out. You were in need of a blood transfusion. You have a tube inserted right now, its assisting your one working lung. Give it time and we can remove it down to the mask and then tube." 

Gally just blinked a few times at the Doctor. The Doctor had a head of salt and pepper grizzly hair, a scruffy beard, many frown wrinkles, but he had kind eyes. Gally's panic slowly eased. He felt an ache in his chest. 

"We don't have as many of the fancy gadgets as a proper WICKED medical facility, so unfortunately you will have some old fashioned healing, but we did manage to keep you from drowning in your own blood, or something else. We do have some good gadgets." He chuckled. 

Gally frowned, or as best he could. Confused at this Doctor, and what he said.

"I'm a defective Doctor. Used to work there...back when they had good intensions. But once they started on kids..." he trailed off, staring at a spot in the wall. He shook his head suddenly. "Anyways. Been here for about a year and a half. OH! Also, once you were stable, I went ahead and removed that control and monitoring chip from your brain. " 

Gally just blinked a few times. 

"Your one lucky son of a gun! Yeah...WICKED placed chips in your heads back when you were all younger. They were monitoring your brains. Well. Anyways. Your vital signs are great, that blood transfusion worked wonders, the generating serum also added in your recovery, unfortunately we don't a have a lot on hand, so we must use it sparingly. But its enough for you to be back on your feet in about two weeks!" 

Again Gally just blinked. The Doctor puttered around the room and his bed. There was a gentle knock and Sophie poked her head in.

"Hey Doc? Laurence wants a word." 

"Laurence is here?" 

Sophie just nodded. Dr. Hans flew out the door, his coat billowing behind him. Sophie stepped out of the way as he flew past her. The door clicked shut. Gally closed his exhausted eyes. They snapped open when there was a grunt and he heard a flop of a person. Sophie had flopped down into the chair by his bed. 

"So, Munnie, you got some crazy guardian angle watching over ya. Second time you almost died but lived. There must be something you still gotta do on this jacked up earth." She grinned at him. 

He just blinked, un able to actually talk. But he didn't feel much like talking. He was thinking about what she just said, his guardian angle...maybe Charlie and their Bean were watching over him. This thought just made he ache in his heart feel sharp. Why couldn't these guys just let him go? He didn't want to be here. With his eyes closed he could still see her bright crystal blue eyes lighting up when he would kiss her tummy. He could almost feel her hands running through his hair, talking quietly about their possible little family. he felt like his lungs were squeezing, he felt the burning of tears. 

"Jeez Munnie! What did I say this time?" Sophie asked, her voice was softer again. She paused, "You must have quite the back story." 

Through his tears and despair, and with the breathing tube still in he did his best to scoff and roll his eyes. Boy, did he ever have a back story. This girl had no idea. Closing his eyes again, he tried to picture everything about Charlie, he just wanted to hold her. He didn't want to do anything else here on earth. He wanted to be with Charlie. 

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A week and a half later later Gally was able to get up and move around the room and medical wing a little. He was getting very board of the same roof and walls. Sophie and Zayn came to visit often. Sophie did most of the talking. Zayn would lean on the wall with his arms crossed, Gally would usually just sit and listen, it kept his mind from wandering. 

"...well it wasn't really love, more like a school girl crush. You ever been in love Munnie?" 

Gally's mind had wondered away from the conversation, he was trying to think of the last time he held Charlie. It was the evening he had slipped her sleeping pills. He blinked away the tears. 

"Hey! Gally? You listening?" 

"Yeah..yup...good that..." He muttered. 

"He's not listening." Zayn said dryly.

"Clearly! Your observational skills are out matched, there Zee. Wonder what he's thinking about..." 

She waved a hand in front of his face. Gally blinked and focused his eyes onto the girl. 

"What?"

"I told you a heart breaking, gut wrenching story about love and loss! Did you not hear it?"

Gally's anger flared. Was she trying to be funny? Did this girl take anything seriously? Just taking his heart ache and jamming a knife into his heart and then just twisting it deeper. 

"You have no shucken idea about love and loss!" He hissed. 

There was silence in the room. Gally looked away, trying to blink the tears away. He hated how emotional he was lately, but these tears just kept coming. He growled at himself and whipped the tears away with the back of his hands. 

"I think he understand better than you Soph." Zayn said quietly. 

"Wanna talk about it?"

"No." Gally snapped.

"Come on. You'll feel better." she insisted.

"I said no. Slim it." He snapped again.

"Come on Munnie!" 

"Soph. Drop it!" Zayn warned. 

"He keeps everything bottled up, he's going to explode one day." 

"You want to know? Fine. I'll tell you!" Gally spat.

Both their heads turned towards Gally. 

"Yeah I loved her. A lot. More then myself! Charlie was the only one who could see past my walls and anger and fear and PTSD. She loved me for me. She was stung one day while she was out in the maze, she threw herself between the Griever and the kid, taking the worst of it. I nearly died then. We found out she was pregnant. And of course in the Maze nothing good ever lasts. Charlie lost the baby, our baby, because of the shucken maze! 'Cause of shucken WICKED! Even in her own grief and trauma she loved me! She threw her self into the path of danger because she loved others. Always thinking of others, of me, never herself or the possible risks to herself. She found a way to escape and I freaked...maybe things would have been different if I had just listened. I was taken, stung. Again. The voices... the things I saw, the things They made me do...The girl I asked you about? When I asked if there was a girl on the ground there too? Ya, that was the girl I loved. Charlie blead out on that shucken WICKED floor. And you have no idea where her body is! I lost my friends who were like brothers, I lost my unborn kid and then the girl I loved! So ya I know ALL about love and lost! So just shut up!" 

His voice had risen while he spilt all this out. He was shouting now.  And angry bitter tears ran down his cheeks. 

"So don't you dare tell me you joke about what you don't know... about love and loss! Because I know! And I wish I was dead! I don't want to be here! I want to be with them! With her...with my Bean!" 

The anger broke, and despair and anguish took over. Sadness he never knew possible, it felt like it cut through his body, it was harsher then the spear in his chest. This hurt, and would never stop. Sobs took over, his head in his hands, sobbing, pouring his heart out to these two almost strangers. He felt a hand on his shoulder, but he flinched and shook it off.

He hated his life right now. He didn't want to be here. He wanted to be with Charlie, he wanted to hold her, hear her laugh, see her face; the way her jaw would clench when she was annoyed, the way she would bit her lip when she was thinking- it drove him crazy when she did, the way she would purposefully swing her hips when he was behind her. He wished he could her her voice tell him she hated him-their weird way of saying I love you...on last time. 

With a wild sob, he sprung off the bed, towards the table of medical instruments, grabbing the sharpest thing he saw, it was a pair of medical scissors. He didn't want to be here anymore, he wanted out. There was no point, why did they keep saving him? He wasn't worth it. He held the sharp tips of the scissors over his wrist. With another wild cry he dragged them down. 

A large hand clamped over his wrist, and another one held him against the wall. 

"Take these. And everything else." Zayn barked and tossed the scissors onto the floor.

"I think I should stay!" Sophie cried.

"No. Out. Wait in the hall!" He snapped.

He held Gally for a moment longer and once Sophie left taking all the medical tools with her, Zayn let go. Gally slid down the wall, pulling his knees to his chest, his head in his hands. Zayn didn't say anything just pulled his arm and started to stitch the long cut Gally made and wrapping it. 

He didn't say anything, just quietly wrapped his arm. Gally slowly got himself under control. His breathing came easier, it still hurt, the knife was still there, but it was easier. He still felt the darkness and emptiness but it wasn't all consuming like it those few moments. Shame washed over him like a bucket of ice.

"Hey..I'm-"

"I get it." was all Zayn said, cutting him off.

They sat quietly. Gally let Zayn clean and stitch him up. 

"She can be...a bit...much, sometimes." He finally said. 

Gally didn't say anything. Just sat against the wall, leaning his head back. 

"Sometimes she doesn't know when to shut up." 

Gally just grunted, looking away. 

"I know sorry ain't gonna do anything, but sorry. Sounds like a fucked up time. I knew WICKED was awful, but I didn't know how bad." 

"You have no idea. The shucken stories I could tell you." Gally scoffed. 

"Maybe one day." Zayn shrugged, "for now, lets get you out of this hospital ward in one piece and find you a purpose again. Live for your girl. Live for your kid. Live the best life for them, find peace... for them." 

"You would get along with Newt." Gally chuckled half heartedly. 

"Come on man, up ya get." Zayn stood up, and clasped Gally's hand pulling him up off the wall, "Step one. Showers. Step two. Food. Step three. Outside- some fresh air." 

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**A dark and broody Nootie?** 

**What do we think of Sophie and Zayn?**

**Also, I cried writing this chapter. Gally is still so so broken**