You were finishing up a shift at the med room when a bloodied figure entered. It was Gally. Gally was your boyfriend of 3 months. You came to the Glade and he was the first one to help you.

"Gally!" You exclaimed worried. His face was bruised an his arm and shirt was bloody.

"Hey. I need a... Little help." He said. He actually looks embarrassed.

"I can see that," you said. You motioned for him to sit on a bed. He obeyed. "Lay back. This might sting."

You began cleaning his arm and face. He winced quite a bit. His arm wound was deep, so he needed stitches. His face had deep purple bruises.

"What happened?" You asked him.

"To guys had started making fun of you and I. I had to defend you and me." He said. Gally winced when you stuck a needle in his arm to give him stitches.

"Why did you do that?" You ask. "You didn't need to. You got hurt over it."

"I just had to okay!? Anyway, you should see the other guys. They went to Clint and Jeff. They didn't want to face you." Gally responded. He winced every few words.

You stopped cleaning his wounds for a minute. You just looked at him an he looked at you. He leaned forwards and you leaned close. You kissed for a minute before, "AHHH!! What am I seeing!!!" You heard.

You and Gally leaned away an saw Minho standing in the doorway. He was covering his eyes but obviously peeking. You and Gally looked at each other and laughed. Minho sighed and left. You guess things were okay. Those two never messed with you and Gally again. And Minho was more careful where he barged in.