BEING REWRITTEN

7~ just a dream.. or is it?

TW: depression, hospitals, brief mentions of suicide.

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Newt POV:

He woke up. Not in the glade. Not inside the walls. Not near the maze.

I was in a bed.

In a room.

In a hospital?

So this was all a dream. Not a good one, well it was sort of good. A dream that seemed to last for 2 years, a dream that he had hoped to continue.

Bright white lights hit his face, he finally felt conscious. Newt felt real, not like he didn't before.

There was beeping, he looked to the side to see a heart monitor. It showed lines that spiked up every now and then in a steady rhythm, he also looked at his right arm that was positioned above the blue covers of the hospital bed. Needles and threads collided under his skin, slightly covered by some bandages.

He also felt his nose itch and quickly realised that there was one of those things placed in his nostrils. The thing that gave him oxygen.

Newt then felt a sharp pain through his leg, making its way up to his stomach and arms. In the other called spots, the pain wasn't bad and didn't last long. While in the meantime he felt his leg throbbing with sharp harmful waves.

"Is the boy awake?"

"Check on patient A5"

"Heart steady"

Many voices were heard around the room.

Oh

Fuck.

People were leaning over him, checking his eyes while shining a small light in them. Newt squinted.

He remembered now.

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Thomas POV:

His head hurt as he slowly opened his eyes. He looked around to see that he was in his dorm.

Weird.

Thomas is a student at Flare-university. Not that his grades are doing great but, oh well.

He looked around the room with a huff, eventually finding his beaten up digital clock standing on his nightstand.

The glowing red numbers on it read:

9:03 am

Well, time to wake up I guess.

He sat up in bed with a slight groan, his head still aching a bit. Thomas looked over to the other side of the room to see his roommate, Minho, still asleep. Minho was a bit strange, the guy cared way too much about his hair and muscles. But not about study and education.

Not like Thomas did either.

Thomas was part of the running team in his school, being the top runner of them all. He snickered at the word 'runner' as the memories from his very strange dream came flooding back.

His snickering turned into actual soft laughing as he remembered Minho and Alby showing up in his dream. But then.. Another name came shooting up.

Newt.

He literally had never heard the name before, being the Thomas that he is, he just shrugged it off.