Hospital Dreams || Newtmas

Glade Hall

Two hours later, I sat in a small room with about ten or so people sitting far apart from each other. Some sat glaring at the ground. Others playing with random things in their pockets. I sat against the wall with my knees pulled up to my chest and my head to the sky. The door flew open, and a man stepped in. He looked extremely familiar... I just brushed it off. 

"Hello, Gladers!" he said with a cheery mood. Everyone simply blinked. "I'm Janson, I'm head of Glade Hall. It's my job to get you all to feeling as good as can be." He explained.

"Great we're all bloody inspired." I said, earning a nod from a boy across the room.

Okay! So, when I call your name, just let me know you're here." he said.

"Teresa Scoledario?" he called. That name was familiar. I know there was a Teresa in my dream, but it's not the same one... right? She spit at Janson to signify that she was indeed there.

"Gally Poulter?"

"Present." A voice called. Gally... okay, that was also the name of someone in the dream....

"Minho Lee?" he called.

"Here." Okay, this is getting weird.

"Hypatia Roden?"

"Fuck off." Okay, nobody names a kid 'Gally' or 'Hypatia'. I picked my head up and scanned over the faces. All of them were featured in my dream. Except for Tommy...

"Newton Sangster?" he called.

"Call me Newt." I said. 

"Rosa Salazar?"

"Can I leave yet?" she asked.

"And lastly, Thomas O'brien?" My head scanned all of the faces one more time. That has to be him. Then the door flew open. It was him. The same exact person. Same dark hair in an almost quiff- though not near as good as Minho. Same blue-green eyes. Same Tommy.

"Sorry I'm late." he said as he slammed the door with his foot. "Cabbie got confused when I told him to drive me to hell." he said. I smiled slightly at the attempt to joke.

"Ah, you must be Thomas. Go on over there and sit by the one in the corner." He pointed at the Gally guy and I felt something go off inside me. I dunno what it is, must be the hospital food. Janson stood up. "Alright! So, we are going to start off by getting to know each other. So, lets go around and say our names, why you're here, and something that makes you happy. Go on. Brenda, how's about you start?" he said, turning to the girl who sat diagonal of me. She was petite and had a pixie cut and brown eyes, which she rolled.

"Um... Well, I'm Brenda. I don't do this whole 'eating' thing. Um... books make me happy, I guess." She said. Janson tossed her a ball, to which she raised an eyebrow.

"Toss it to someone here." He said. Brenda bit her lip before tossing the ball at Gally. 

"Um, I'm Gally. I have bipolar disorder. And uh, I like to build things." He said, tossing the ball at a girl with copper hair. She caught the ball between her fingers.

"I'm Hypatia. Call me Tia." She said, tossing the ball up and catching it. "I'm here coz I uh-cut. Art makes me happy." She said. Tia's accent was definitely not American. It was Irish. But then again, mines not American either. Anyways, Tia tossed the ball at the boy I believe was Minho. 

"Name's Minho. Er, alcohol usage. Music makes me happy, I guess" he said, embarrassed. The ball was tossed then to Teresa.

"Teresa. Same as Brenda. I like flowers, so I guess they make me happy." she said, tossing me the ball. I cleared my throat.

"Er, my name's Newt-"

"Oh a British boy! Nice accent!" A voice called. It was Tommy. I blushed slightly. 

"Thanks, I think. Er, anyways, I tried to commit. I like to play guitar a bit." I said. I tossed the ball at Tommy. Unfortunately, I payed no attention to what I was doing, and hit him in the face. "Oh god, I'm sorry." I said, my face heating up. He laughed.

"It's cool. You're cute, Newt. Ha! It rhymes." He said. You too. I mentally said. "Anyways, I'm Thomas. I'm here because self harm. And I like baseball." he said. Janson nodded.

"Great! Now, I want everybody to walk up to a wall. Everybody exchanged confused looks but did as instructed. "Now face the wall." Everyone faced a wall. Everyone in turn was given a 12 pack of Sharpies. "Now, I want you to write your name in a cool font or something that describes your personality." he said. The only one who actually did something was Tia. She pulled out a silver Sharpie and began writing out her name in a swirly style. After her was Minho. Then Teresa. Then me. 

Ten minutes later, I had finished my name. It was bubble letters, nothing special. And that was me. Nothing special. 

"Yours is cool." I voice whispered. I turned my head and saw Tommy next to me. I practically jumped. He grinned at me, and may I just say, damn. 

"Thanks," I said, turning to his. It was block letters with red and orange flames around it. Well, he got one thing right. He's hot.

"Yours too." I said shyly. Then I realized he was drawing on mine. He was adding a british flag. I smiled. "Thanks mate." I said. He capped the marker and then walked over to his previous place. Tia leaned toward me from my left. 

"Are you gay?" She asked. I felt my face turning red. 

"W-What? No." I said. "I'm bi." I mumbled, but she still heard it. She grinned, the small gap between her teeth noticeable. "Me too. And bi the way(see what I did there?I'm funny.-Author) you and Thomas look really cute together." She said. I turned to her. She had made her hand writing in calligraphic style using different shades of blue. I felt my self blush even redder still.

"Thanks, Tia." I mumbled. Janson had us all then sit under our names.

"Now, who ever is across from you will tell you what they think of you based on what they have learned and what you drew your name to be like." He explained. He pointed at Gally, who took it as he was suppose to start. Across from him was Teresa.

"Well, you're quiet, you're not girly considering you wrote your name to be in camo, and you're a girl?" he said. Teresa nodded. 

"Well, you like to create things, you're changeable, and you're a guy?" She said, mocking him on the last part.

Next was Minho. He was across from Tia.

"Well, you're artsy. You're unique, and you're imaginative. Oh, and if we are continuing on from Gally, you're a girl." he said. Tia smirked slightly. 

"Minho. You are into music- no hang on, writing music, you like the color orange, and you're a guy." She said. Next was Brenda. She was across from Janson, who had also decided to participate since there's an odd number of us.

"Well, you're annoyingly peppy, patient, and you're a guy." Brenda said. 

"You are an outspoken individual, who has a love for books. You come off as a strong and mighty lion, but act as though you're a sweet kitten." Janson said. Brenda snorted. 

"I'm strong and mighty alright." She said. Then it was Tommy's turn.

"Well, Newt, you think that you're boring, but I think you're pretty cool. You're british, and kinda awkward but it's cute on you. Also, you're a guy." he said. I smiled slightly, clearing my throat.

"Er, you're favorite color is red, and you like to play with fire? I dunno. Oh, and you're a guy."

He sent me a smile and a wink.

                                      Okay, maybe this won't be too terrible after all...