Hayloft || dreamnotfound

I bet on losing dogs

Detailed descriptions in this chapter may be triggering to some audiences, reader discretion is advised.

Other tw?: I'm not sure let me know if you think I should put one for anything else in this chapter.

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For you I'd bleed myself dry
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Dream stood up.
Way too fast fuck-

He desperately grasped around for something to hold onto so that he wouldn't fall. He felt an arm gently snake around his waist to support. He regained his balance placing a hand to his forehead.

"Fu-"

"Are you okay?" He turned his head to look at George and smiled weakly pushing himself away. He pressed the base of his hand to his temple harshly.

"I'm okay"

"You don't really seem like it, you look kind of sick. Maybe you should go home." His voice was laced with concern but he couldn't ignore how he felt like George was babying him. He didn't need this bullshit. It wasn't like the other boy was wrong either.

"No I'm fine. I'm grown I can take care of myself okay? Now if you excuse me, I have to go."

"Clay.."

He stormed off ignoring the wave of nausea that settled somewhere deep within his gut. He crossed his arms as he made his way towards his next class. There must have been a draft.

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"Clay! You get back in this house right now!" He could hear his mother yell from the steps behind him. He rolled his eyes and turned to face her.

"I'm just going for a run calm down." With that he turned and sprinted off so she wouldn't be able to protest.

He knew she had been upset because he didn't want to eat the meal she prepared for him but she shouldn't have expected anything different. She didn't understand.

Ugh

Clay's arms felt like they were buzzing but he didn't stop. He watched as the streetlights overhead turned on as the sun set for the night. He sighed a small smile making its way onto his face as he watched the world pass by him. That is until his ears started ringing and warmth seemed to build up within his skull around his brain.

Dream stopped and clamped his hands over his ears. He didn't know what was happening but the gravity of it all was scaring him. He tried to keep walking but it was proven impossible when his arms went numb, his chest felt like it was caving in His hands made their way to his neck. He coughed trying desperately to breathe.

Just as he opened his mouth to cry out for help, he felt himself collapse and everything suddenly went black.

"Cl..."

The voice faded as his consciousness slipped from his grasp.

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"PLEASE!" He quickly sat up in the hospital bed. hospital? Clay froze.  "Wh- why-"

He was cut off as George burst through the door, he was a wreck and clay could tell. His hair was heavily disheveled, his eyes red and puffy from what looked like hours of crying. His usually cleanly pressed and organized looking clothes were a mere mess of wrinkled pajamas.

"Clay" He watched as George made his way to the chair beside dream's hospital bed. He pulled the chair closer to the bed and sat down leaning on the bed and grasping clay's hand. "God you really know how to scare me don't you."

"Sorry?" Dream said blankly. George weakly smiled at him. "Why are you here?"

"You collapsed in front of my house." He said as he rubbed small circles into the back of his hand. "I was so scared, you were barely breathing and your pulse was weak. I thought I was going to lose you. You're so dumb." George's gaze remained low, he couldn't meet the taller's eyes.

"Oh come on now, you're not getting rid of me that easy." Dream tried to lighten the mood, giving George's hand a light squeeze offering a small smile. His face fell as he locked eyes with George. He watched, frozen as the older boy's eyes welled up with tears as he bit his lip. Dream didn't move as George's hand made its way to cup his face gently.

"I need you to tell me you're going to get better."

"Georg-"

"Please baby, just say it to me." Dream bit his lip, he raised a shaky hand to the other boy's hand, leaning into the gentle touch.

"I can't promise you anything and you know that." He said letting out a shaky breath. George's eyebrows furrowed, he clamped his eyes shut as to not let the tears spill.

"Please you're going to die Clay. Is that what you want? please you're nothing but skin and bones." George said angrily as hot wet tears slid down his cheeks. "It's not fair, you have to get better."

Clay frowned and looked away. The other boy pulled his face back to look at him. "Please." He repeated. "Please baby say it to me, tell me you're going to get better, for me."

The taller stared down at the crying boy. "For you?"

"For me" he repeated. Dream sighed before he leaned foreword to rest his forehead on George's. He didn't say anything. The other boy went silent as well his body began to tremble which said it all.

He pulled the older boy into his chest frowning as he felt his shirt grow damp with droplets of water. George was right, it wasn't fair. It wasn't fair to make him deal with this. It wasn't fair for Clay to give up on him. The feeling that something about what he'd been doing to himself was right, settled deep within his gut. He tried to bury it. He was exhausted. Mentally drained, tired of pretending to get better. Tired of everything.

"I'm so tired,"Clay breathed as George sobbed against his chest. He wrapped his arms around the boy before him. "But for you, I can try."
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Word count: 965

I don't like this chapter