A/N: I really need to get on the ball. Thank you to everyone who has read this story. You guys are awesome! Love ya!
~Princess
After a month in the hospital, John agreed to see this therapist. Of course, he didn't really participate all that much. The therapist wasn't much help, anyway. 'How many times in an hour can he say the same things,' John wondered frequently. 'You'll be fine' was his motto. It reminded John of hopeless treatments to terminal diseases. "You'll be fine in time for that party," but the party passes. "You'll be fine in the next week," but three weeks pass with little progress. "You'll be fine in a month," but a year passes. As time goes by, you get a more general measurement of time. Two days, three, two weeks, a month, about a year. 'Maybe even in this lifetime,' John thought after another depressing meeting. If you can't tell, the sessions made John feel a bit hopeless. He talked more to Jade than he did to his 'older brother-type fellow'. His life took a turn for the better when he qualified for a therapy group. While it doesn't seem like it, he met some of his previously mentioned friends there.
The group kicked off with one of those name games that we all know and despise. First was John. He stated his diagnosis, name, age, and one thing about himself.
"My name is John Egbert. I'm sixteen years old. Here for depression. I like science." Everyone half-heartedly mumbled, "Hi, John."
"My name Karkat Vantas. I'm also sixteen. Anger issues. I like... Music?"
"Hi, Karkat."
"My name's Eridan Ampora. I'm sevventeen. Mental instability. I'm single," he said, wiggling his eyebrows at a few girls in the group. No one greeted him.
"My name is Rose Lalonde. I'm seventeen. Panic disorder. I enjoy the art of the written word."
"Hi, Rose." John noticed that her hair was the same color as Dave's and couldn't help but wonder if this petite girl could be related to tall, lanky Dave.
"Sup, motherfuckers. I'm Gamzee Makara. I'm seventeen. In for drug abuse. Shit, man, what do I say now," a gangly, tall (emphasis on tall), polka-dot-clad boy said to Karkat.
"Nothing, just... Just shut up."
"Okay." Next came a boy with a lisp.
"Hi. My name is Sollux. Captor. Bipolar. I like to code."
"Hi, Sollux," chimed the group. After that, the patients were allowed a break for lunch. John checked his text messages. He had two from Dave and one from Jade.
To: John Egderp
From: Dave Stridouche
bro
are you allowed to have you phone
To: John Egderp
From: Dave Stridouche
my cousin is there
the blonde that looks like me
her names rose
try to make friends
To: John
From: Jade
hey john!
did you know that dave's cousin rose is in the same support group as you?
anyway, call me when you can!
John quickly stashed his phone and went to eat. He grabbed a gas-station sandwich and a juice box and went to greet Rose.