The Maze Runner Imagines

Separation//Gally

Prompt: You're separated from Gally during the Griever attack...

Today was like most days in the Glade, you woke up and headed over to the Med-jack hut and attended to the Gladers who routinely slice their hands open or drop things on their own feet. But throughout the morning and afternoon, there was something... off. Different. No one spoke about it but you all felt it together. You would have that knowing look.

Fear.

The Glade had been changing lately, things happened that weren't supposed to. Rules were being broken, and people were changing. It was a silent day, other than the breeze in the leaves and tall grass. The Glade was alive, but silent. You should have known that something was going to happen.

But you didn't.

Gally kisses you on the edge of your mouth, earning a heart-warming smile from you. You grab his dinner plate and stack it upon yours, "I have a meeting with the med-jacks... but I'll see you after?"

He scrunches his mouth up, "A meeting? Really?"

You shrug your shoulders, "Hey, I'm not the Keeper, I don't set these meetings up I just have to be there."

He leans forward for another kiss, but you rest your finger on his lips teasingly, "Don't make me late, Captain."

"Don't call me that," he almost growls through pressed lips, he reaches for your hand, but you move away instantly. "Aw, Y/N."

"I'll see you after, Gally." You wave over at him as you walk towards the hut, and he waves back somewhat moodily.

You reach the hut in seconds, but your engulfed immediately by a hurry of words, "Y/N, great!" Clint shuffles through some medical supplies, "I need you to go over to the Maze entrance, apparently there's been some sort of... incident. I'm short on med-jacks at the moment, so I need you to hurry over there ASAP." He says it quickly, not looking up from his own matter. A Slicer you immediately recognise sitting in the chair, his leg propped up with a wide, open gash down the side of the muscle. You wince at the blood oozing out of the wound, and quickly find a bag of everything you may need.

You sling it over your back and jog towards the Maze entrance, however you notice a sequence of shouts and alarming voices raise as you near the crowd. A deafening scream resounds, and the word "Griever!" is shouted as the crowd disperses and the whirring echoes. You run towards the entrance, but the injured are taken by the sudden mass of Grievers in seconds.

You freeze as you watch the monsters roll out of the entrance and into the Glade, your once safe- haven. You dash to your right and roll into a bunch of thick bushes, hoping your movements were too minor for the Grievers to catch you in their sight.

You huddle up close and try to breathe calmly and quietly, the Grievers click and whir before rolling out forwards heading towards the centre of the Glade. You sigh in relief, but you know the night is not yet over. You need to find the others and tell them before it's too late, but how can you without the Griever's spotting you? What if it's already too late to even warn the others?

You think of Gally immediately, and a punch of worry hits your stomach. All you can do is just hope that he's okay. But you think about him being trapped in the Homestead with everyone else as the Grievers take over, and your hope quickly vanishes.

Gally's POV.

Gally watches you go and sighs lovingly, although he'd make sure that he'd never do that around any of the other Gladers. He doesn't often like to admit it, but he is quick to miss you, especially as you both work in two very different jobs throughout the day; only getting the night to spend together.