Dreams (Reader × Newt) book 1

Chapter 4

"No way! Are you serious!?" Teresa gasped. Her mouth hung opened as her lips curved up into a big opened mouth smile.

"Please don't make a big deal out of it." I bit my lip and felt my cheeks turn warm. I probably look like a tomato.

"I never would've even guessed, Y/N. How do you even talk to him? "

"Simple. I walked up to him and say, 'Hi'." She started to chuckled.

"Your sarcasm I swear."

I smiled then looked around the wonderful place I call home. The Glade. Everyone was working hard and Minho and Thomas were out running. Newt was in the gardens and Chuck was walking this way. I smiled. It wasn't even hot in the beautiful Glade. It was a nice sunny day.

"Well I better get back to work." Teresa stood up from the tree we were sitting in.
"Careful." I warned but she leaped off.

"Everything's fine, Y/N."
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"Everything's fine. She's stable and should wake up soon." A woman's voice said in the distance. I opened my eyes slowly and sat up. I was on the ground with a blanket wrapped around me in a room full of people.

"Where am I? " I voice was raspy and my throat was dry. Then a woman turned and walked up to me. Her dark hair was in a bun.

"Look who's finally awake. Jorge would want to meet you, but first you need to eat."

She walked out and I was alone with many other people sleeping or sick looking. Wherever I am this is definitely the infirmary. She then later came back in with a can of beans and an old fork. I took it then opened the can with a can opener she gave me. I didn't notice she had one in her hand. When the beans were opened, my selfishness got in the way.

"Is there a way to heat this up?" I asked. The ladie's face turned into a scowl and she raised her hand and slapped me across the face.

"You selfish, ungrateful, spoiled little b-"

"Francine that's enough! " Another girl said. She looked about my age. Her long brown hair was pulled up into a ponytail.
"Jorge wants to see her now."

"With pleasure. Take her! " Francine hissed and I stood up and walked to the girl. I trust her for some reason, then we started to walk. "What's your name?" I asked.

"Brenda."