this chapter took about four days to write, i've been having the worst writers block and the writings not superb but ive finally worked out the ending to this book so i'm not walking into every chapter blindly now. also thank u so much for 2k reads wtf!?!??!
dream sat up in his hospital bed, rubbing at his eyes with balled up fists as his retinas slowly adjusted to the blinding white light of the ward.
there was a quiet hum of chatter that echoed throughout the corridors and into private rooms and offices, with no words easily distinguishable above the beeping of the machine he was hooked up to.
dream could feel a dull throbbing ache in his temple and he wiggled his eyebrows as if trying to dislodge the pain from his head. it didn't work. deciding to ignore the pain he looked around the room he was in, his hands fiddling with the bed sheets.
there were no nurses in his room for the first time in the last three days, instead there lay a tray of food on the visitors chair by his bed and next to the tray, a large pill that was practically the size of nebraska.
dream's eyes flitted up from the cold chicken laying on the tray and settled on the small outline of a boy sleeping in a plastic chair by the door, his frame engulfed by his thick puffer jacket as he mumbled quietly to himself in his sleep.
george.
the small british boy who claimed to be dream's best friend despite dream claiming numerous times that he had never seen this man before in his life. he decided in the end that george must be a fan or one of sapnap's friends and he decided to let him stay with him out of pity. or at least that's what he told himself, in reality he had grown rather fond of the brown haired man.
he reached down pick up the tray with his hands, pointedly ignoring the pill. he wanted nothing more to do with them. good or bad.
he didn't entirely remember what had happened, only the feeling of helplessness as he felt himself slip away and fall backwards, eyes closed, wrapped in the everlasting aroma of death. there was something else he remembered too, something he couldnt quite get his fingers around. in the back of his mind lay the recollection of the sensation of someone's fingers tips caressing his head as he lay, dying in their arms.
but he remembered clearly that he was alone, he knew there was no way that anyone had been there. atleast that was what he thought until the doctors had told him that they found him curled in george's arms as the man weeped into his matted hair. they told him that he was the reason that dream lived and without the boy being there he would have had to take a leap into the unknown.
then why didn't he remember him. why was this boy a blank face in his life.
dream looked up from his cold chicken and peas, sweating slightly under the heaps of covers and bedsheets piled over him and his eyes met with the boy across the room, his brown puppy dog eyes shining out from underneath his hood.
'you're awake.' dream said, licking the chicken grease from his hands as he watched george adjust in the chair across from him.
george yawned, his hands making a feeble attempt to cover the gaping hole that was his mouth, 'hiya dreamie.'
dream flinched slightly at the nickname, it was like a cold hard clap across his already aching face. he was used to being called dream, at this point it was what everyone referred to him as but dreamie. coming from a stranger as well.
but he wasnt a stranger was he. that was the point.
dream looked up again from twiddling his thumbs, smiling sheepishly at george, 'they're letting me out tomorrow.'
