medicine ||| dwt x reader

chapter thirteen

a/n- this is a shorter chapter but another should be out within the next few hours. when i planned this story i typed out 15 chapters before posting, so all i need to do is edit them and make sure they follow the storyline i want to continue, so after i post the 15th chapter it might be a bit before i post another one lmao

the book i held in my opposite hand clattered to the floor, making a loud noise. my eyes widened in shock, and my jaw went slack.

there were pictures of me talking to tubbo, tommy, wilbur, fundy, and eret. pictures of me gardening. pictures of me helping the others with their injuries. pictures of eating. there were pictures of me in my own fucking house.

someone must have heard the sound of the book falling, because the door swung open, hitting the wall harshly. turning, i saw dream standing in the door frame, his mouth wide as well.

"shit," he muttered. "shit- i didn't think you were going to wake up yet," he said, speaking more to himself than me. his hand went immediately to his hair, and he roughly ran his hand through the curly blonde locks.

his movement ceased for a moment, and we both stood there in shock, just staring at each other. then, he practically leaped towards me, slamming the drawer with the pictures shut. he grabbed my arm and pushed me backwards and i toppled onto the bed. 

"dream, what the fuck?" i said. was he stalking me? i met him for the first time in the forest a few weeks ago, but the pictures dated back months and months. he knew exactly who i was.

"go back to sleep, you need it" he said. his hands moved quickly as he grabbed all the papers, pictures, and books of the floor, before putting them in a drawer and locking four or five drawers with a key. were there more pictures? what didn't he want me to see?

"you can't just expect me to sleep after-" i tried to protest, but was cutoff. 

"go. to sleep." he hissed, before turning off the only lantern in the room, leaving me in the pitch black. 

i heard footsteps all across the room for a few minutes, and then the door swung open and closed again, so i assumed he left.

deciding to look around a little more, i got up out of the bed and blindly walked around the room trying to find a light. i was unsuccessful, however, and tripped over something on the floor. i cried out loudly as i fell, but quickly slapped my hand over my mouth, hoping no one heard that. i winced slightly and tried to stand up but found the bandages on my injured leg were unravelled, and although i couldn't see it i could feel blood pouring out of the wound. 

the door swung open yet again, and the lights were all turned on at once. my eyes took a few moments to adjust, and when they finally did i saw dream crouching next to me. 

"you're so fucking dumb," he said. "should've just gone back to sleep like i told you to."

"says the one with hundreds of pictures of me in his desk drawer," i responded. "by the way, why the hell am i in your room?"

"shut up and let me focus," dream responded, avoiding eye contact. his hands worked quickly as he reapplied the bandages to my leg, slowing the blood flow.

"what-" i tried to speak, but was interrupted yet again. 

"i said shut up," he said as he finally looked into my eyes.

oh. he didn't have his mask on. the last time i saw him without the mask he was on top of me with his tongue shoved down my throat, but i ignored that thought. 

dream stood up once he finished fixing my leg, and grabbed my shoulders to pull me up as well. "since you obviously don't want to sleep, we'll do something else instead," he spoke. he smirked slightly, and his eyes glinted in the light. i could tell this wasn't going to be good.