A Lovely Mess

Day 22 cont 2

This chapter is based on From now on - the greatest showman soundtrack

Dream glanced to George for a second, George simply cowered not saying a word, he shook his head no as if to tell Dream to keep driving, but he didn't. He pulled his gun from his pocket and got out, it was raised high and aimed at the two before him.

"Jesus- Don't shoot us!" Tubbo raised his hands, as did Ranboo.

Dream kept the gun up, he couldn't trust anyone not after what happened, especially old el rápids residents

"Seriously man! we don't want trouble" Tubbos voice broke, Ranboo gave a sympathetic glance to his accomplice.

"i won't give you any trouble, just get on your way." Dream sighed, lowering the gun.

"We can't-" Tubbo choked.

"Why"

"We need your help"

"well i can't, we have to go" Dream sighed looking back to the car.

"Please? Just one thing, it's all we ask"

"What?"

Ranboo glanced to the ground as did tubbo.

"He's bit, we can't do it ourselves- he doesn't want to turn." Tubbo continued to stare down as his words fell out, barely a mumble

"Who?"

"Just come, please?"

"I'm not leaving George."

"You don't have to, but he might not like it."

Dream sighed, gesturing for George to exit the car, George shook his head desperately, not wanting to, but Dream gestured with more urgency this time and hesitantly George exited the car.

He was quick to cower beside Dream, loosely grabbing his free hand and holding on for dear life, George's body was battered and bruised, he was frailer than ever, Karl and whoever he was with must've really done a number on him.

Dream kept his free hand on his gun, ready for anything. His other held George's hand to comfort him as he followed Ranboo and Tubbo.

They made their way into a small wooden cabin tule building, it was rotting away and over taken by moss and types of fungi, the roof broken in and leaking.

Against the wall, bleeding and crying was Tommy.

The boy shivered, he was skimmed, his breathing scattered.

"Oh god, oh god" George tried to turn around and leave but Dream kept his grip tight on him pulling him in.

"How longs he been like this?" Dream questioned, his hand rubbing George's back as he cried into his shoulder, knowing he was a cause.

Ranboo shrugged, "we don't know, we found him like this, he was a little more talkative earlier but- it's just gotten worse." He sighed, his hand resting on Tubbos shoulder as they all peered down at the boy on the floor, Tommy jolted slightly coughing and spitting blood.

Dream leant to George whispering in his ear, George pulled back slightly followed by a gasp.

"Dream i can't- that won't work."

"you can only try love."

George shook his head no.

"George."

"Dream."

"Please, just try for the kiss."

"it's- gross- i can't do- god." George took in a deep breath looking down the floor.

Dream sighed. Tubbo and Ranboo continued to stare at them questionably

George took a glance to Tommy, how the boy cried continuing to tremble.

Now was a decision that he had to make.

He took a step over, kneeling, reaching out and letting his hand rest on Tommy's shoulder.

"Hey kid." He had to stop himself from choking out a sob through the words, he glanced up, his eyes glazing over and turning a light grey almost as if his pupils were no longer there.

"I'm sorry." George finally choked the words out, hot tears falling down his cheeks.

"I didn't mean for this to happen, it wasn't meant to be like this."

"I forgive you George." He croaked, his throat clearly dry, possible dehydration. George reached up feeling his forehead, it was hot.

"I'm going to- i'm going to try something, i don't know if it'll work but it's worth a shot-"

George took a deep breath, biting Tommy.

For a moment, tommy fell limp.

"NO-" Tubbo yelled, he attempted to lunge forward, yet Ranboo grabbed him gushing him.

"Fuck." Dream grunted, letting his hand run through his hair.

"No wait-" George stepped back a little.

Tommy sat up, wiping at his eyes, the colour had since changed to a deep purple, similar to George's.

"TOMMY-" Tubbo ran over, grabbing him and holding his friend.

"Tubbo-" Tommy choked, tearing up again.

"What's going on" He spoke again, looking around.

"Wilbur?" He spoke once more.

"Not wilbur tom, we've got you, you're okay." George broke into tears, rubbing his arm.

"I'm sorry for leaving tommy, i'll never go again- i'm sorry i'm sorry i'm sorry." Tubbo continued.

Tommy continued to look around, confused