A merman's tear (dreamnotfound)

Chapter Five

Dream let the door swing shut behind him with a dull thud. He sighed deeply, resting his back against it for a moment, his head hitting it as he huffed.

Sapnap turned around, quirking a brow, but said nothing. They stood there for a moment, and Sapnap sighed deeply, motioning Dream to follow him.

Dream bit his lip, but followed Sapnap anyway.

Dream's footsteps were soft compared to Sapnap, who liked to make his presence known. Dream wasn't like that. He was a careful footed thief, and he could move around without so much as a sound.

Despite this being a great trait as a pirate, his fellow crew didn't like it so much, as they always had small heart attacks when Dream just appeared out of nowhere.

Dream was pulled out of his thoughts by the sound of a door creaking open, and he realized with a start that they'd walked out of the hallway and down the stairs to the medical room without noticing. 

Dream bit his lip again, making a mental note to not space out as much.

He followed Sapnap into the dimly lit room and saw Wilbur sitting on a bench, bottles of medicine and herbs littered around him, and a rather big, dusty book open in his hands.

His slender finger skimmed across the page as he read, not noticing the arrival of the blonde and brunette.

Sapnap coughed slightly, alerting Wilbur who jumped slightly, before turning with a sheepish smile on his face.

"Sorry!" he said, pushing his fingers through his hair as strands fell over his face. 

Dream ignored the man's apology, and instead stated, rather matter of factly "You wanted to see me?"

Something in Wilbur's eyes brightened, and he clapped his hands. "Right! Yes, yes I did need to see you." He shifted in his chair, scraping it to the side to make room for Dream, who walked over softly.

Sapnap left the room with a short wave, Dream nodding to him, before he turned back around to look over at what Wilbur had sprawled over the benchtop.

"I was reading up on mermen, but I couldn't find anything of significance regarding how to treat their wounds any differently, so I'm just going to assume our normal medicines should do the trick! I pulled some out, and I need you to give them to him." 

Dream narrowed his eyes slightly, despite Wilbur being unable to see it, both because his back was turned, his focus being entirely on the things in front of him, and because of Dream's mask.

"Why do I have to give them to him? You're the medicine guy here, that's your job."

Wilbur turned around, resting his hands on the back of his chair as he looked up at Dream. 

"You're the one who's supposed to be gaining his trust, Mr 'I'm the leader here'." Dream sputtered, "Well, I am the leader!" Wilbur gave him a soft pat on his shoulder, almost mockingly, before swiveling back around. "Yes, which is why this is your job."

Dream groaned in annoyance, before relenting. "Alright, alright. Where's this medicine then?" Wilbur held up a finger quickly, "Hold on, before you take it, I just want to show you some interesting facts I found in this book! Honestly, they're really quite cool! I never knew merfolk could be this...complex. I don't know why I'm surprised actually, they're really very-" "Wilbur!" Dream cut him off from his rant, "the medicine, please. I don't need to hear the facts right now, tell me at dinner."

Wilbur coughed, "Right." He leaned forward, picking up two vials with a green liquid in them. Dream bit his lip, those didn't look very safe. He took them from the brunette and inspected them. Oh well, Wilbur's the medic here, not him, he'd just have to trust that these would work.