Galennic [#Wattys2017]

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Well I finally wrote another chapter. Hooray for me for being consistent. I really need to stop thinking about AoT 24/7.

I am trying to write a few original stories too so that's been takin over the majority of my Wattpadding time.

I don't own anything. All rights to their respective owners.
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Orson woke up the next morning and found himself laying next to Galen, who had wrapped his arms around his waist. For a moment he couldn't remember what happened. And then it all came back to him. He couldn't help but smile a little as he watched the scientist's sides heave up and down in even strokes.

He didn't know what Galen saw yesterday but it was clear it had to do with the trauma of one of the accidents, or maybe even both. If only he knew how to help Galen more. He might be able to get Galen to some therapist, so long as they knew sign language.

Maybe he could try to be at Galen's side all day?

The thought seemed reassuring but Orson didn't think it would solve the issue at hand. It wasn't that Galen needed someone at his side the entire time. He needed someone to help him from the mental images he saw. And Orson was probably one of the least equipped people for that. External injuries, he could handle. But external ones many times were hardly anything compared to internal ones, and even those were mostly minute compared to mental injuries. And while technology could save someone's life, if there was no one to operate the machine, it was useless.

'Maybe I should take one of those psychology classes,' Orson thought.

He decided to stop worrying all about it before he got himself worked up. Orson glanced back at Galen who was still sleeping. It was nice that it was Sunday or he would have to force Galen to wake up.

A little beeping made Orson frown. 'Shut up!' He thought. 'You'll wake Galen!' He seized the beeping com and turned it off. Galen made a small grunt and shifted so he was sleeping on his back now. Orson remained as still as possible until he was positive Galen was in a deep sleep again.

Orson glanced at the com. It was Galen's. On it was a message from Lyra.

Lyra: Do you still have that bacta?

Orson immediately regretted looking. Bacta? Was Galen giving her bacta? He didn't understand why she would want bacta but now he had to find out if she texted it to him or if she got the wrong number. Orson carefully slipped out of bed and snuck to the bathroom. He checked around Galen's side and then he glanced in their mini fridge. Nothing?

Orson began searching the room as quietly as possible. Why was Galen giving Lyra bacta? Was there something the two weren't telling him or anyone else. Maybe they were in a relationship! No, Lyra said she didn't want relationships yet. Right? He hoped she hadn't changed her mind.

A tap on the shoulder made Orson squeak loudly. He glanced over his shoulder and saw Galen looking at him with a sleepy confused look. Galen shrugged with one shoulder. "Uhhhh... I'm just... looking for something..." Orson said. He fingered Galen's com nervously. He couldn't let Galen know he had looked at his come messages.

Galen rolled his eyes and wrapped his arm around Orson. He pulled him back down. Orson kept the com away from Galen's hands and tried to put it back on the dresser without his knowing. Which proved to be a lot harder than it should have been. Galen began petting his hair and normally Orson would have loved it. But not when he was trying to get something that wasn't his back in place.