the day i lost you - dreamnotfound/gream

Cutie

There was George, lying there. Eyes open. Alive.

I lost it right there. I didn't lose him. I had him.

I broke down, burying my face in my hands, loud sobs emerging from my mouth. I trapped Tommy in a hug, squeezing him so hard that he might explode. He started crying too, both of us surprised but overjoyed that he was alive.

I looked over at George, who's eyes were also glossy, some tears falling down his cheek. I pulled away from Tommy and walked over to the side of his bed, gently cupping his face, scared if I was too rough he might break.

"D-Dream-"

"I f-fucking love you, don't ev-er do that ever f-fucking again y-you dumbass. I tho-ught I would n-never see y-you alive again, ne-ver be able to t-talk to you, laugh w-with you, cry w-with you, k-kiss you, c-caress you, lo-ve you. I thought you w-were fucking g-gone."

He smiled a bit, still crying, and wrapped his hands around my neck, pulling me down and squeezing me tight. Tommy and the doctor left, talking about what was wrong with George, and leaving us alone for a bit.

I stayed inside the room, being with George, still sobbing. I climbed in the hospital bed with him, lying my head on his chest. He started playing with my hair, planting kisses on my head. I lifted my head off of his chest, and cupped his cheek, caressing his face with my thumb.

I slowly pulled him in for a kiss, being as gentle as possible. Our lips met in a long-awaited, touch-starved, but extremely passionate, kiss. I didn't even care about how his morning breath tasted, I wanted him.

He entangled his fingers in my hair, slightly pulling on the ends. My right hand was cupping his face, the left wandering up his shirt a bit, him shivering at the sudden movement. He pulled away a bit, looking slightly startled but amused.

"D-Dream, we're at the hospital-"

I sheepishly smiled, cheeks going red, "Oh- Yeah, sorry."

"Kiss me more though, idiot."

I smirked, and pulled him in for a second kiss, our lips moving in sync, slightly reopening every time they met. I licked his bottom lip, asking for entrance, to which he denied, smirking. I reached down and slightly squeezed his ass with my left hand, to which he gasped, allowing me to slip my tongue in.

I wanted to taste every inch of him, mark him up as mine again. I explored every part of his mouth with my tongue, butterflies and electricity erupting in me every time my tongue brushed up against his.

We heard knocking on the door, and we immediately pulled away, eyes going wide. I climbed out of the bed, instead standing beside the hospital bed, mustering a, "Come in."

The door opened a few seconds later, Tommy and the doctor coming back in. The doctor sighed, starting, "George had an artery ruptured in his leg, causing him to lose so much blood that he went into a coma. He has a very rare blood type, but we luckily had someone donate blood who had the same blood type as him."

I nodded, and he continued, "His body now has the right amount of blood, and he should start functioning normally soon. He needs help doing some things, as his body is weak, and I suggest no sexual activities or heavy lifting for a few days after he gets discharged."

George snickered a bit, poking my side. My face turned beet red as I ignored George, and kept my eyes on the doctor. I nodded in understanding, "Thank you, doctor. Do you have an estimated time he should be discharged and free to go home?"

"He woke up this morning, so around sometime tonight, maybe 12am."

"Thank you."

He nodded, and left the room, leaving me, Tommy, and George.

Tommy wiped his eyes, and pulled me in for a hug, more tears spilling out of his eyes. I patted his back, rubbing comforting circles on it, "Tommy, I-its okay. See, e-everything worked o-out."

He nodded, still silently crying into my shoulder.

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*time skip: a few minutes until George gets discharged from the hospital*

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I woke up, George's head on my chest. Tommy went back to his house around a half-an-our ago, as he hasn't slept hardly at all in a few days, and I convinced him to go sleep. George was lying there awake, and smiled when he saw I was awake. I pressed a kiss to the top of his head, sighing.

The doctor came in, smiling slightly when he saw us cuddling, "George is free to go. Please round up anything you brought in here that you would like to take with, and you can be on your way."

"Alright, thank you."

I picked up my clothes I got from Tommy's house earlier, and handed George the pile. He took off the hospital gown and started trying to put on the sweatpants, but was struggling, as his body was still weak. I helped him slip on the sweatpants, then helping him pull the sweatshirt over his head.

He smiled, and butterflies exploded all over my stomach, "C'mon, cutie, lets go."

He smirked, looking amused "Cutie?"

I laughed a bit, "I mean you are cute. What do you want me to call you then, sexy? How about, annoying British boy who I love to death and kiss every ten seconds?"

He smiled, and went up on his tippy toes, giving me a short, soft kiss. I snaked my arm around his waist, and we walked side-by-side out of his hospital room, to the main desk. He gave them his full name, and room number, and they then confirmed that he was allowed to leave.

I texted Tommy that we could leave, and a few minutes later he pulled up to the hospital in his car. George and I climbed in the backseat, his head lying on my shoulder the whole way to Tommy's place.

At this point it was almost 12:30am, and considering that Tommy and I haven't gotten hardly any sleep in a couple days, we fell asleep almost immediately. Tommy said goodnight and walked to his room down the hall on the left almost immediately after we got inside, and I took George off to the guest room I slept in last night.

I stripped down to my boxers, him eyeing me the whole time, and we lied down, and he climbed on top of me, planting kisses all across my bare chest. He lied his head down, entangled his legs in mine, and we drifted off, in a blissful sleep, wrapped in each others embrace.

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duh, you think I would kill George? I aint no bitch WAIT AHH WHATS THAT ONE BOOKS NAME- ITS ABT GEORGE WHOS A KING AND DREAM WAS SENT TO KILL HIM, AND THEN GEORGE ACTUALLY DIES? LIKE DREAM WORKS FOR TECHNO? ITS HAS LIKE 1 MIL READS, SHIT I FORGOT THE NAME, PLS COMMENT IF YOU KNOW, BUT LIKE IM NOT GONNA DO THAT TO YALL, THAT BOOK FUCKED ME UP FOR LITERALLY WEEKS AFTERWARDS, I WOULD CRY EVERY TIME I THOUGHT OF IT FRFR

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