DNF ONESHOTS

Sick

Dream is sick and George will to anything to make sure he ok."

*fluff and a lil drama*

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George walked in to the dorm and he felt his heart drop when he heard the sound of throwing up. He dropped his stuff and sprinted into the bathroom.

"Dream!" The brunette boy yelled as he ran over to the blond  haired boy who's head was over the toilet, his large hand grasped tightly around the seat.

"D-Dream what wrong, when did this start?" George said with worry. He ran his hands over the boy's back.

Dream wanted to respond to his boyfriend but he couldn't before he got the disgusting liquid in his throat again..

George felt his stomach cringe as he watches boyfriend get sick again.

George didn't hesitate to call the doctor. He knew he didn't have the strength to carry his boyfriend to the car, bringing the doctor to him was the best bet.

As he waited for the doctor he did everything  he could to help the taller boy. He helped the weak male to the couch, even though George wanted him to go to the bed, Dream said he didn't want to get sick in it, so the couch it was.

George has a weak stomach but there was no way he was leaving the boy he loved to suffer alone. He kept placing a cold rag on the burning males head and would hold the bucket when he would get sick.

The doctor showed and instantly took the boy's temperature, it was 102°F. George became worried, very worried.

The doctor said he had a stomach bug, and prescribed him some pills and gave George some tips and went on his way. He was told to stay away from the sick boy but there was no way in hell he was doing that.

George had a mental breakdown when he realized he had to leave his boyfriend while he went and picked up the pills. Dream told him he would be fine but it didn't stop the older form going over the speed limit to get to the pharmacy.

George got back and found that the blond  haired boy was sound asleep. But he did check to see if he was breathing. The brunette was paranoid, he had never dealt with someone this sick before, much less his boyfriend.

He made his way down besides the boy on the couch, he didn't want to wake the younger but he knew he had to , he needed the pills.

"D-Dream wake up, I have the pills." The older said as he shook his boyfriend.

The youngers tired eyes slowly opened.

He looked at the boy and tried to sit up but was too weak. The brunette saw and instantly held the sick boy.

He helped his boyfriend take the pill and then laid him down, trying to make him as comfortable as possible. 

He made himself comfortable on the floor and ran his hand over the boys forehead feeling the hot skin on his fingertips.

"George you need to get away from me." The younger boy said.

"Hell no, I'm not letting you get through this alone." George said with a stern voice. Dream thought it was cute how he was trying to look strong but it didn't work.

"I'm serious George."

"So am I." 

Dream growled and turned his back to the smaller boy, sometimes he wished the older wasn't so stubborn. He didn't want him getting sick.