Good Things Never Last

Chapter 17

The upper panel of a dark oak four-poster bed greeted me as I opened my eyes. Confused, I slowly sat up in the bed, blinking quickly to try and get my eyes to readjust to the bright room I was in.

Looking around at my surroundings, I found myself in an unfamiliar room. It was a nicely sized room, with white walls, an oak door to my right, and a wide window on the opposite wall. It looked out over what appeared to be a lovely garden full of all sorts of granary and life. Looking down, I noticed I was sat on top of a silk duvet on a king-sized four-poster bed. My head was propped up on a couple of fluffy cushions, and out of the corner of my eye, I could see a jug of water on the bedside table with an empty glass next to it.

After getting a good look around the room I was in, I finally took a look at myself. My jeans from my last day at L'manburg were shredded to the point that they could have been mistaken for shorts. My skin was covered in dark bruises, as well as scrapes and grazes that had already started to scab up. My torso was completely covered in a thick bandage with small splotches of scarlet dotted over it. My left arm was also bandaged, the only difference being that gauze was soaking in my own blood because of the amount of movement I'd done with my arm had prevented the wound from healing at all. My other arm was fine however, which was quite surprising.

I hadn't heard any noise apart from my own breathing since I woke up, so when the distant sound of footsteps echoed against the walls of the room outside mine, they didn't go unnoticed. As the sound quickly got louder as they approached the doorway to my room, I could tell the individual was in quite a rush. But then the noise stopped completely right outside the door to my room.

"Is she going to be okay George?"
The voices were muffled, but as I focused only on the whispers, I was able to decipher what was being said.

"Yeah, she should be fine. But she did lose an immense amount of blood. If we had gotten her back any later, she would have most likely died"
That's when everything seemed to piece together in my head. I passed out in Dream's arms due to blood loss, meaning the trio had to bring me back to wherever I was quickly so someone could fix me up, which seemed to have been George. What I couldn't understand, however, was why they cared about my well being when I was their prisoner. But then again, I could've been used as leverage in an upcoming feud.

"Well that's good then. When should she wake up?"
From what I had heard, I worked out that George was watching over me as I recovered, which meant my door was being watched, meaning the only possible exit I had was my window, but I had already realised that I was most likely on the second floor.

"Probably in about an hour or so, but she won't be able to do much with a couple of broken ribs and her arm cut"
"Makes sense. Well just keep me updated with it all, okay?"
The sound of footsteps began to fade away from the door.
"Dream?"
The footsteps stopped.
"Why did you take her out of everything?"

"I'll explain everything to you, Sapnap, and Eret after the coronation tomorrow"
Well that just confused me. I couldn't comprehend why they would be having a coronation in the middle of a war. There were also no royals in either of the nations, just Wilbur as president and Dream, I assumed, as the ultimate ruler. It didn't make sense to me at all. That's when I realised the sound of the footsteps fading away once again and it wasn't long before I was left with the sound of just my own breathing, or I was until the handle of the door quickly turned and the door swung open.

Standing in the threshold was George. A metal platter was clutched tightly in the brunette's hand. Upon the tray sat a plate with a singular slice of bread and a yellow apple on it.

"Oh. You're awake"
I didn't bother to respond. I didn't have the energy, quite frankly, and I didn't really want to speak to my captors much either. Giving him one last glance, I turned my head away from the boy and began staring out the window at a specific bush in the garden, making sure to focus on it rather than him. For a couple of minutes, I could see him squirming in the doorway as an unpleasant stillness engulfed both of us. It took him around five minutes to finally figure out I wasn't you to respond, so he decided to speak again.

"So um, I brought you some stuff to eat. Well, I say I brought it, Dream just gave it to me a couple of minutes ago"
He stayed in the doorway, reaching out his hand as he held the tray in an attempt to get me to take it, which I didn't do, of course.

"You're not very talkative are you? I don't think Dream will be very happy if you give him the silent treatment"
I turned to glare at him. I quickly looked him up and down before locking eyes with his brown ones, still not saying anything as my expression stayed emotionless.

"Right then, well you can have this"
He then finally walked into the room and placed the tray on the bedside table beside me before he quickly turned and left, closing the door behind him. Moments later, I heard the telltale click of him locking the door, and I let out a huff of disappointment.

I then lay back down, paying no attention to the food beside me as I closed my eyes and slowly lulled myself back to sleep.