Just Us and The Stars// Dreamnotfound

Bruised

George wakes up, feeling the wind carrying him. He felt like he was in motion.

"Wha-" George tries to spew out but a pain quickly fill his chest making his words short.

"George, it's okay. It's all okay. Please just hold on." A familiar voice hums.

George squints his eyes open and sees a familiar man carrying him in his arms, like a baby.

"Dream, what's happening." George manages to get out.

"George, your plane crashed. It's okay they're here to help you." Dream sets George down into a uncomfortable bed and 2 people load him into one of the large medical cars. He sees the row of ambulances parked along side the mess of metal and fire. One of the strangers put a tight mask over George's face and air starts being pumped through it. "It's going to be alright. Everything will be fine." He hears the 2 unfamiliar voices mumble words to each other, but he can't make out what they are saying.

"Dream?" George whispers.

"Yes, George?" Dream worryingly muttered.

"Come here."

"I am here, George."

"I mean come closer." George reaches his hand to Dream and is instantly hit by the burning pain, but the pain doesn't stop him. He grips Dream's mask and pulls it off. He examines Dream's face, his expression. His face was pale and he had heavy eye bags under each of his grassy green eyes.

"Did you sleep last night, Dream?"

"George, it's 4 in the morning."

"You look exhausted."

"Thanks."

"It looks good on you. Anything would look good on you." George shoots.

Dream shows a small smirk, but it quickly vanished from his face.

"You're bruised badly, George" Dream points to George's arms and legs. "Do you mind?" Dream asks while lifting George's shirt.

"No, I don't want to know the damage though." A cold chill passes over his stomach.

"It's not bad." Dream reassures George. "You're lucky. No one died but many were damaged way more severely than you." George zoned out Dream's words, not wanting to hear about his health. He focused on Dream's eyes. They looked full worry but they still had a sparkle in them.

"You have pretty eyes." George changes the subject.

"What?"

"You have pretty eyes, and freckles, and hair, and lips."

"George." Dream says signaling George to stop. "I'm going to go talk to the driver, do you want me to tell him anything?"

"Dream, do you know what I want?"

"What?"

"You." Dream turns back to George. "I want you to kiss me. I want to feel your warm lips against mine and forget that I was ever in pain. I want your love to be my medicine." George felt out of breath after his honest rant to Dream. Dream stood there, in shock. His mood instantaneously changed and he gently cupped George's bruised cheek in his warm hand and kissed him. The kiss felt genuine and passionate. George's fingers wandered to Dream's golden hair and he slowly massaged Dream's scalp as there lips continued to intertwine. George then heard the loud sound of the ambulance sirens.

The sirens faded into the sound of a Discord call.