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Your P.O.V
I sighed as I tapped my fingers on the table. Everyone had gone out to who knows where and left me here. Typical. Then again I don't like any of them anyway. If I'm being honest a lot of Right Arm workers are snobby. Despite them being seen as these great heroes they don't treat some of their members very well. Especially, if you're different.
So it's not that I want to go with them. It's the fact that I'm all alone and waiting for something remotely interesting to do. Even if being alone is better for me not wanting to blow my brains out it gets old when it's like that all the time. Of course, I am aware I did it to myself. Being alone means I can't make friends. While some consider that sad I have no need for anybody. I've survived this long, haven't I? Besides, they're dicks anyway.
Nobody is truly worth being around, and if they were I'd run like I was being chased by WCKD themselves.
At least, that's what I always tell myself. If only I knew it would all change in just a few hours.
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"Y/N, we have a major emergency,"Clara panted, practically banging my door open. To be honest I don't know how serious I need to take it. An emergency to her can range from a broken bone to a black eye.
Then, I saw the blood on her shirt.
"Holy shit. Did you get impaled?"I asked, gathering my medical supplies.
"I didn't, but you're close,"She vaguely stated.
"Get to the point. Do I look like I have all day?"I asked, turning around and raising an eyebrow. That's when two other members came in carrying a boy covered in blood.
"Lay him down,"I instructed, setting everything up nice and neat. They did as I turned him over so he wouldn't choke on his own blood but stayed right beside me. "Leave. Quit breathing down my neck,"I sighed, waving them off. In the meantime the boys face was losing color, but he was breathing.
"I hope you don't like this shirt,"I mumbled, pulling out my scissors and cautiously but quickly cutting it in two. After all, he looked like he was going to bleed out. If I hadn't been around this sort of stuff I would probably be panicking.
I saw he had actually been impaled with a spear. It was directly in his chest. "If you have asthma you're probably screwed,"I informed him, both unaware if he could hear and not caring if he could. If I was curious about how this happened I would have asked. Luckily for him I'm just going to try and fix him up before he goes back to doing whatever he needs to. If he dies that's just life. I'd do my best to avoid that, but I'm not a superhero.
"Get ready for the best sleep of your life. Lucky bastard,"I said, mumbling the last part before putting the anesthesia mask on him.
Gally's P.O.V
The amount of blood a human is capable of having almost feels unreal. Unfortunately, I found that out as some shanks just picked me up. At least, that's my assumption as I ended up in the back of a truck.
The thing is it doesn't hurt the way I thought. Maybe it was shock. Not just from this but because when I woke up every bad thing I did came rushing back.
I tried to kill Thomas.
I tried to kill Teresa.
I got stung.
I tried to shoot Thomas.
I shot Chuck.
I killed Chuck.
Minho threw a spear through my chest.
My friends went to help Chuck.
Everyone left me to die.
Despite what I had done nobody caring when they thought I was dead hurts. Sure. Maybe I wasn't the nicest, but not even Newt? I was his running partner. Not even Minho? He trained me. Not even Frypan? I thought at least we were close.
I guess not. I guess me losing control meant I was hated. As if I didn't have enough of that. Chuck though? That kid wouldn't grow up. I don't know whether to blame WCKD, the Greiver's, or me.
My best guess is all three.
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Hours. It was probably only a few hours when they picked me up after the car stopped, but it felt like days. Then again that could be because they had to move me so I wouldn't choke on my own blood. Did you know it tastes like rusted metal? I didn't. I just found out today, and it was so much worse than I could have imagined.
As they carried me some girl burst through a door.
"Y/N, we have a major emergency,"She yelled, clearly out of breath. I guess Y/N was some kind of Med-jack or maybe a leader.
"Holy shit. Did you get impaled?"Another voice asked, her tone nonchalant despite the words she was speaking.
"I didn't, but you're close,"The other girl replied. What a helpful statement.
"Get to the point. Do I look like I have all day?"She asked.
As she said that the two people carrying me rushed in. I couldn't really see where I actually was I stared at the ceiling.
"Lay him down,"She directed, sounding like she was organizing some stuff. The two guys did what she told them to. That's when she turned me to face her. Even despite the fact that I seemed to be dying I could tell she was unsympathetic about a lot of things. Her face held no emotion, not even her Y/E/C eyes. If anything they made her look kind of numb to everything.
"Leave. Quit breathing down my neck,"She commanded, waving them off. As she did the world seemed to be blurry.
"I hope you don't like this shirt,"She remarked, pulling out a pair of scissors. That's when she quickly cut it in half. Even when she saw the blood her expression was unchanging. How much has she seen in her life to be used to this?
"If you have asthma you're probably screwed,"She added. I don't have a clue what asthma is so maybe I'm just hearing things. What a fantastic sign that I'll be nice and alive later.
"Get ready for the best sleep of your life. Lucky bastard,"She commented, making me pretty confident she was going to kill me. That doesn't make sense though. She doesn't know me, and why would these people drag me all this way just to murder me?
Unless, they were part of WCKD.
She suddenly pulled out some sort of mask before placing it over my face. If I had the energy I would be panicking about what the shuck this thing is.
I don't though so if this is how I die it's pretty anticlimactic.
• • • • •
There was a bright light as I squinted my eyes. After a moment I realized somebody had put a clean white shirt on me, and I didn't really feel any pain. In fact, I didn't feel anything.
"Hi,"A voice said. I still couldn't really see and my head felt funny so I kind of just asked the first question that came to mind.
"Are you an angel?"
There was awkward silence which probably meant no.
"If I'm an angel I'm doing a terrible job,"She responded as my vision started to clear. That's when I saw it was the girl from earlier.
"What did you do?"I asked.
"I made sure you didn't die,"She shrugged.
"But the mask? What was that?"I questioned.
"To give you anesthesia."
"What's that?"
She stared at me. It wasn't in a way that implied I was an idiot. It was just like she didn't care about anything.
"Where do you live?"She asked, reversing the roles.
"It doesn't matter. It's all gone,"I admitted.
"So I'm going to take it not from the city?"
"There are cities?"I asked as I tried to process everything.
"Okay. Either you're an idiot, isolated from society, or have brain damage. What's two plus two?"She asked.
"Four,"I answered, only getting more confused.
"How many fingers am I holding up?"She continued, holding up four. I once again answered her.
"What's your name?"
"Gally."
"So are you stupid or isolated?"She repeated.
"Probably the second one seeing as I just escaped some giant maze,"I admitted.
"Let me guess. You're a WCKD subject?"
"How'd you know that?"I asked, growing suspicious of her.
"You have no clue what the hell is going on, and your clothes are kind of weird. Your shirt's normal, but I don't know where the hell you'd buy those pants,"She explained.
"You seem fun at bonfires,"I mumbled.
"Seeing as you're from a place without normal stuff I'm going to I assume that means party, and no. I'm not. I'm not fun ever."
"That can't be possible,"I pointed out.
"You assume too many things. Don't do that. Now we're going to figure out what to do with you. Follow basic instructions, and don't move. I'm not joining a search party because of your idiocy,"She sighed before leaving the room.
For someone who saved my life she sure does seem kind of mean. I see what she meant by being a terrible angel. Kind enough to save a life but not kind enough to show she'll ever care about you.
Those people are usually the ones harboring the worst feelings, past, or secrets. Believe me. I would know.