Mr Dream. DNF

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10.48AM, Treatment Room Three

George knocked on the door labelled 3, he was right in front of a treatment room that they used for their patients. Today George was trying the hot rings treatment on Dream. The hot rings treatment was when someone heated up various metal rods with different shaped tips, then used them on their patients. George, however, wasn't particularly looking forward to this. He suddenly felt bad for the criminal and didn't want to see him in pain, however after the ice bath treatment the hospital wanted more to be done to Dream and more notes about him.

George's boss, the head of the hospital, was disappointed in George. He usually would have diagnosed a patient by now and have a full file on them. However with Dream George had only gotten a few pages full of useless information and still hadn't figured out what was wrong with him. It wasn't that George had no information, it's just he didn't want to put it into the world. If the hospital figured out what was wrong with Dream he would be sent to an even worse hospital where laser treatment was given to sort them out, plus George's appointments with the criminal would stop. And, surprisingly, George didn't want them to stop.

When George walked into the room Dream was laying on a metal table with his legs and arms strapped down with thick leather belts. A guard was heating up the iron rods in an oven on the side of the room, but turned when George entered. She turned and smirked at the doctor.
"Good to see you doctor Notfound."
George looked at her for a second before walking towards the table, "Good morning ma'am."
The lady laughed and walked towards George, "Oh please doctor, don't be so formal with me."
She was directly behind George now and harshly tugged his arm so he was facing her. She leaned in and grabbed George's tie, "You know doctor," she slowly moved herself closer, "No one is gonna be here for a long time." She emphasised the words long time and tried to stroke George's hair, however he grabbed her arm and pushed her away. Shocked, she gasped lightly and rolled her eyes.

As she walked towards the door, she called out. "You know it's rude to turn down a girl."
George rolled his eyes now and sighed.
She mumbled something under her breath. Before she walked out the door, she asked, "Are you gay or something?"
George turned around quickly in utter disbelief. "My sexuality has nothing to do with me turning you down. Nor is whatever you tried to do at all appropriate for a work place! What crazy thoughts you must have to assume I would want to have intercourse with you in front of my patient! Now get lost before I make you lose your job." The lady stomped out the door and slammed it shut, making the entire room shake.

George sighed and gripped the bridge of his nose. "Gosh, I can't wait to go out tonight." He muttered to himself. Dream heard it though, "Where are you going tonight George?" he questioned. George laughed and went other to the hot metal rods. "No where you should be concerned of Dream, now how about we start today's activity, hm?"
Dream hummed. "I would love that George, what have you got planned?" George smirked and brought a tray full of hot rods over to the table. "Can you guess, Dream?"

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A booming laughter could be heard from room 3. Dream was hysterical, almost crying from the laughter. The criminal was shirtless and an array of burns littered his chest. In some areas he was bleeding, in others his skin was a foul shade of red. His hair stuck to the mask from sweat and his arms clenched with every hit from the scolding rods. He wasn't in agony or any form of pain.

George screamed and slammed his fists onto the table in defeat. George was upset. He didn't know why but something inside him created a burning passion to hit something. He had taken out his anger on Dream, using the rods he had poked and burned Dream's perfect skin until he had enough. It wasn't fun anymore to torture people. George didn't get that urge to give unnecessarily brutal treatments to patients just to see them squirm, their faces twist and decided wether they should tell George the truth or face even more punishment. Dream broke all those urges with one thing, his laughter.

That stupid laugh that terrified nurses and his victims. That booming laugh that started with a high pitched wheeze but ended deep and mysterious. That laughter haunted George's mind, was the first thing he thought of when thinking about the criminal. It was funny if you thought about it. One laugh can strike fear into so many people.

George began to giggle now. Softly, then louder and louder until it was the loudest thing in that room. Louder then Dream's laugh. It was high pitched and menacing, as if this was the most hilarious thing in the world. It almost sounded like a scream.

Dream wasn't laughing anymore. He was silent for a long time until George stopped. George banged his fists on the table a second time and screamed a high pitched scream that left the room silent. He turned to Dream.
"YOU!" He grabbed Dream's hair and harshly pulled the criminal towards him. Dream's face was inches away from George while he laughed.
"You little psycho!" He yelled, "WHY do you find pain funny. Just why. It doesn't make sense to me. Everyone I've ever had in the history of me working here has hated my guts. They hate how I dig so deep into their mind and bring out every piece of broken memories until we get to the problem. Then I give them some drugs, hurt them a little just because it's fun, then I send them on their merry way. But you.." he stuttered and began tearing up. He fell against Dream's chest and they both fell onto the table.

George's breathing began to get irregular and he started sobbing quietly. He lifted his head to look at Dream before dropping it back down. He was gripping Dream's shirt tightly and laying on top of him, but George took no notice. "George.." Dream started to speak.
"DON'T SPEAK! Just shut up.." his voice cracked.
George sucked in a breath.
"I don't know what you've done to me Dream, but whatever it is has gotten to me mentally. Your special. So different from anyone else I've ever had. It's this emotion, this weird emotion I feel around you. And I don't know how to explain it."

"George please I-"
He was cut off by the sound of the door opening. In came Karl sprinting over to his friend and grabbing George's shoulders reassuringly. He looked at Dream with disgust. The criminal's face was covered by that mask, but Karl could just about see a small tear roll down the side of Dream's face.
"Let's go George, c'mon." Karl whispered softly. Two guards came through the door to take Dream out. Karl was almost out the door with a sobbing George clinging to him when a guard spoke. "What should we do with him, Dr Jacobs?" Karl looked back at the sunken criminal and sighed. "Just.. put him back in his cell. We'll deal with him on Monday."

When George left the room, all eyes were on him. Everyone seemed to be still and silent as pitiful stares followed the two towards the exit.

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