Gally's POV

(Y/n) looked down at her stitched-up finger with amazement I noticed she was way more intoxicated than we intended for her to be. "Okay, guys I'm gonna watch (Y/n), until some of this burns off, mind going to tell Alby I'm with her?" I ask them "I'll run and tell him just keep her out of trouble," Jeff tells me I laugh at his statement.

"Come on (Y/n)," I tell her helping her off the perch where she sat. She fell on the ground and stumbled grabbing onto me to help steady herself "Where are we going?" she quizzed looking up at me suspiciously. "I'm taking you to homestead where you're going to sleep this off," I told her matter of factly dragging her along out of the medjack hut. As soon as we were outside (Y/n) began protesting her much-needed sleep.

"Gally, I know you don't care but I still have to go chop up some chickens," she said pointing over to where the slicers work "If you tried to you'd chop off your own hand," I tell her she huffed "I'm finnnee..." she slurred falling over herself causing me to fight off my laugh. I finally got her over to the homestead and bring her into my room as a keeper. She glares at me "I could have slept in my hammock!" she tells me frustrated obviously not wanting to sleep in my bed. I laugh at her statement "you'd fall out and bust your head open, and sorry but I really don't feel like burying you," I tell her.

She scoffed as she fell back onto my bed I look at her raising an eyebrow "I don't want to bury anyone (Y/n), especially not you," I tell her catching myself having trouble detaching myself from this girl. "I'm just a stupid shank Gally isn't that what you call me? Or the stupid shucking shebean that just distracts your builders? Or the hell of the Glade?" she quizzes using my comment in the heat of anger against me causing me to grimace.

"Slim it," I tell her picking her legs up and laying them on the bed. I stare at her for a minute as she begins to drift asleep and feel startled when I hear a knock at the door. "What?" I ask harshly as I open the door, there stand Winston (Y/n)'s keeper and best friend. "Will she be able to work today?" he asks peering in at the unconscious intoxicated shebean "Nope she's drunk off her ass, we'll be lucky if she can work tomorrow with the hangover she'll have," I tell him

He laughs lightly looking back at her "okay, well take care of her Gally. Looks like I got some extra work to do," Winston says heading back over to the slicers. I look back at the sleeping girl before I close the door and go back to the builders. I tried hard to push out the thoughts of (Y/n) as I went back to work.