TWO WEEKS AFTER THE INCIDENT 2018
"How the fuck has george managed to go off the radar for this long" dream asked as he chased his friend around in minecraft
"do you think he ditched us dream" sapnap mumbled now collecting wood in game
"i'm starting to think he has"
"probably, it's okay, we've got eachother still" sapnap chuckled lightly attempting to hide his hurt
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"Bad?" sapnap asked, too lazy to check
"no, it's not bad" george mumbled
"GEORGE?" sapnap and dream said almost in sync
"yeah" george chuckled lightly, something was wrong
"where the fuck have you been man" sapnap laughed grateful to hear his friend
"oh, just busy that's all"
"oh, right, wanna play on munchy with us?" sapnap asked
"i cant right now, just wanted to say hi"
little did dream and sapnap know, george was in agony, his left arm shattered, his right leg in a cast and his knee needing surgery, a black eye and a split lip. a cracked rib and the entire right side of his stomach swelled and bruised still even after two weeks.
an hour past of them talking when george decided to head off, dream and sapnap soon logging off
dream felt an uneasy feeling in his stomach and decided to facetime george
the first time he declined after letting it ring, george never does that he either declines straight away or just doesn't answer
he called again, this time george answered
"is everything okay dream?" he chuckled lightly
"i can see through your shit george" dream mumbled, his camera like georges facing the ceiling
"what-" georges heart dropped, he thought he played it fine
"let me see you" dream sighed
"why- what, that's stupid" anxiety raised
"well if nothings wrong you'll let me look at you"
george hesitated, regardless dream would discover the truth, hell it was all over the news well in the U.K. atleast
6 dead and one survived, brighton pier tragedy
george put his camera up
dream felt tears prick his eyes, his jaw dropped. In this moment he was thankful george didn't know what he looked like.
george was pale, paler than usual, heavy bags beneath his eyes whilst his arm lay loosely in a cast. crutches were clear behind him and his hair was a complete state
george looked away, clearly embarrassed of his state
he propped the phone up too, now letting george see him, so george knew he was sincere
"george i-"
an uncomfy silence lingered
"i don't know what to say" his eyes met georges through the phone
"you're pretty dream" george mumbled taking a glance at the person on the other end of the phone then looking away
dream chuckled lightly, dabbing the tears that pricked his eyes away
"what really happened george" he sigh biting the inside of his cheek anxiously
george let out a sigh, dreams phone pinged
"i sent you an article"
"why would you- oh" dream froze reading the title of the article
Six dead in brighton pier fire, one miraculous survivor
Brighton's west pier was burnt down by an unexplained fire in the early hours of Wednesday morning, six bodies were uncovered all of university students studying at the university of Brighton.
Mark Parker 19, Julia Gold 18, Mohammed James 19, Alison Williams 20, Javier Hernandez 20, Jacob Philips 18.
only one survivor was uncovered and that was George Davidson 20, it's unclear what started the fire and how all of these young people lost their lives.
[ Images of the victims , including a photo of george in hospital hooked up to machine's]
Dream finished reading the article, looking back up at george.
"george, you was in a coma for a week- you lost everyone close to you and you didn't say anything, god- george that's awful are you- are you okay?" Dreams words stuttered due to shock, he looked up to george who was looking away
"i'm-" george paused taking in a deep breath
"i'm really not okay" he finally cracked, a sob escaping
dream was angry, he was angry he couldn't be there to comfort his friend during this time.
"i'm- i just feel so fucking alone dream, my parents are back in london- i've lost everyone close to me- i just-" he began hyperventilating and his words become nothing but a mutter
"oh george, i promise one day i'll be there okay? i cant right now- with school and shit like that, but i promise you one day you won't be alone"
"pinkie promise?" george looked up holding out his smallest finger
"pinkie promise." dream smiled holding out his too
the two spoke into the night, george let everything out, he begged dream not to tell sapnap, he didn't want anyone to know, ever.
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