A Lovely Mess

Day 14 cont

"Hey georgie, wake up" Dream shook georges arm lightly, george awoke yet clutched for his arm instantly letting out a yell in pain.
"Shit george- are you okay" He panicked moving his hands away from him, george just nodded.

"What's the matter- are you hurt?" Dream frowned looking over at george and how his face scrunched up in agony.

He had pulled up on the side of a road, they'd just gotten into Montana and he had been driving for a couple of hours, through the night.

"i'm fine" George regained himself and sat back rubbing his throbbing head, Dream handed him a small circular white pill and a bottle of water with a smile.

George was quick to take it, making sure to down the pill, he always hated the scratchy feeling of pills falling down his throat.

"Why'd you stop, there's no way we're in Iowa yet" George rubbed his temples, opening his eyes and wincing slightly.

"It's late and i'm exhausted, if i don't sleep i'm going to end up passing out at the wheel" Dream stretched his arms feeling the comfortable cracking as his muscles lost the tension they held.

"Oh, okay"

"I'll lay the back seats down and then we can cuddle?" Dream said crawling into the backseats through the centre of the car, he did so pushing the back seats down.

"George?" he looked into the front after not hearing a response, George seemed incredibly zoned out

"Oh baby" Dream got out of the car and walked to georges door, he opened it and unlatched his seatbelt before lifting him and placing him in the backseat. Dream pulled himself in and locked the car.

"Dream" George mumbled as he shivered, Dream pulled the blanket over them as he wrapped his arms over georges frame.

"yes love"

"I'm scared"

"Scared, why's that?"

"Because i'm lying to you"

"Lying, how?"

"m' hurts" George whined

"Georgie, what's the matter"

"mm-" he paused scrunching his face in pain, he gripped at dreams hand until it turned white. "- arm"

"What's wrong with your arm baby?" Dream shifted his position so he was sat up

George didn't reply, just a tired whimper.

Dream sighed and pulled his sleeve up to check the wound that george seemed so pained by.

He froze seeing the bite marks.

"Baby-" he choked his gaze still firm on it "Baby was this a dog?"

he didn't want to believe it

"z" george mumbled, the oxy had really gotten to him

"you- that's not right you'd be turned by now georgie?"

"m' mmnue" george mumbled, dream couldn't quite make out what he was saying, georges arm dropped and he had soon passed out, "fuck." dream said followed by a strain of curses, he lifted georges head and slapped his cheek gently in an effort to wake him

"Georgie, wake up" he continued to slap at his cheek.

Dream began to panic

what if he turned

Dream lifted up georges eyelid, his eyes weren't bloodshot neither were they pale like the dead's- in fact they seemed brighter.

George began to mumble slapping dreams arm away in a weak attempt.

"Baby" Dream mumbled brushing his thumb over his face

"it wasn't the flu" george mumbled, his head aching more than ever before

"What wasn't the flu?"

"In june"

"what was it"

"'mm 'ankle" George groaned

Dream lifted up georges trouser leg, a healed over bite he had never noticed before.

"George?" He looked up to his face

"Immune" He said before passing out once again.