Anything For You, George - {DNF} //BOOK1

Chapter 33: The Aftermath

Dream POV

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So, yes George, if you would like, you can out me. You can let the whole world know that we are together. You can let them all know I love you. I'd do anything for you, George. Anything.

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George was back in the operating room, for the second time in twenty-four hours. My stress levels had only increased and I was so tired. He was in there for four hours. Four hours. I sat outside, or as close as they'd let me, waiting. For four hours. Then when he was out, they had sedated him for six hours anyway. I couldn't talk to George for six hours. I mean I could, and I probably will, but he just wont talk back.

In that time, we canceled and rearranged Sapnaps flight. It was quite easy. We talked to his family, explaining everything.

I also talked to him about what we should do about the messages and the blackmail. I got my lawyer involved. We knew it was Noah and I wanted him to pay for it. However, the case would be pointless to push because of two things. Noah was rich. Insanely rich. So was his family. They would have top lawyers and I couldn't compete. Point number two, George was technically 'intoxicated'. Not by those types of drugs, but from the hospital's drugs that had been used on him earlier that day. They could plead that George was 'angry' and 'delusional' after Noah had kissed me. They could say that George was trying to accuse him as a way of revenge. It's stupid but arguable. Which is my problem. So I'll have to deal with Noah myself. I don't mind. I'd love to put him in his place.

I then got food delivered to the hospital, once again, pizza. Sapnap didn't mind. He was just as hungry as me. I was slightly faint at this point so anything helped.

I paid hospital bills. All of them. I even donated some to the hospital as well. (Idk how that works but go with it)  I bought the whole paramedic team some pizzas. They were on an overnight shift and I wanted to make sure they knew I was grateful for everything they'd done. They all expressed their thanks and we had a small chat. They were all such good people. I waved my last goodbye and joked that I hoped I never see them again. I really hope I don't. I can't afford another anxiety attack right now.

Five and a half hours into the day, George was meant to wake up soon. Not yet though. So I went to talk to George. Alone. He was still knocked out because of the drugs. But I had so much to say.

I opened the door, it was all deja vu. He was there again. As for aftercare, he has to heal for a while. He can't travel for 6-8 weeks. He'd have to stay with me for another 6 weeks. I'd get to care for him and look after him. I could cook for him. I'd make him so happy. I will make him so very happy.

He looked peaceful. I sat down on the lonesome chair in the room, pulling it up to the side of George's bed. I reached for George's hand and it was stone cold. I wrapped my other hand around it in an attempt to warm him. George's hands were always cold. I didn't mind. That just means when we hold hands it won't get all mushy and sweaty.

"God I miss holding you, George."

I sighed, letting my guard down. I was about to unleash everything.

"I miss your smile. I miss your voice. Why didn't you tell me, George? I know you were scared but I'm here for you. I'll always be here for you. You're my everything. I love you. I love you so much. I've nearly lost you twice, George. Twice. One time was too many. This is fucking ridiculous. I'm not angry at you though, George. I'm angry at myself, for getting carried away, the first time. For literally almost drowning you. How did it get to that point? I don't even know. It was all so fast. You were laughing and then you weren't even breathing. And as for this time. It's my fault. I booked the yacht. I introduced you to Noah. I didn't fight hard enough to avoid that kiss. I let you down. I've let you down. I don't mean to. All I ever wanted to do was make you feel loved. You deserve to be loved, George. You deserve to be happy."

I smiled at him, the tears welling.

"If I had lost you I don't know what I would've done with myself. I should've been here. I should've stayed. I should've looked after you. Maybe you shouldn't have come here. If I hadn't have pressured you into coming none of this would have ever happened. Let's not even mention the fact you broke up with your boyfriend for me. And I know you say you didn't, but you chose me, George. I know you said that it was because we were best friends, but you willingly threw a relationship away for me. And I took advantage of that. This whole trip. I took advantage of that. Maybe we shouldn't be together. It has caused all of this. Maybe the world's trying to tell me something. Our love was only beginning. Right now it seems like the world doesn't want it to progress. It wants it to end. I don't know if I should listen."

"You know George, I've only ever prayed once before. I'm not religious, I just really really needed help. I prayed for something, and it didn't work. But I prayed. And I felt good about it. It made me feel less alone. I prayed again, last night, for you. I was sat on those ugly uncomfortable chairs, praying. For you to be okay. For you to get better. Little did I know, that didn't matter because everything that happened the next day only worsened your condition. I'm starting to think I should stop praying. If I needed to though George, I'd pray again, for you. I know it sounds silly. It sounds odd. But I don't want our love to end. What if it's better for you? What if it's better left alone? A fire needs oxygen to burn, George. A fire left alone will only burn out. Yes, I have a fiery personality but you are my oxygen. If you fuel me to the point where I burn you? I wouldn't be able to live with myself."

"I need you to function. You are the reason I breathe. You are the only thing I want to see. You make me try things I've never done before. You make me laugh for the most stupid reasons. I love you more than anything else in the world and I can't leave you. I won't. You're too important to me. God, why is this so fucking complicated? If we tell the world we will inevitably be exposed. Why does it feel so wrong? Like I want this to be a thing for us. I don't think that anyone else deserves to share our love. Maybe that's just me being selfish again. Not on purpose. You are your own person and I'll respect that, but when you are with me, if anyone even looks at you I want to remove their head form their shoudlers."

"But hey, George, I figured something out earlier. It was despite everything, I still believe you're my soulmate. I have to fight for that. I have to fight for us. So I will. I will fight for you. We'll get through this. Together."

I was still smiling, despite the fact I knew he wouldn't smile back. His hands were warm now, I could see his face had more colour to it. I got up to leave, he had at least half an hour left on his dosage.

I turned before I left, "I can't believe I almost lost you again, George."

"Almost.." he whispered.

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I present a VERY dialogue heavy chapter but I'm kind of proud of it😌