Jealousy // dreamnotfound

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tw// throwing up, mentions of addiction/drug abuse

"Lucas?"

George's voice rings through the empty hospital room, looking up at his brother through lidded eyes that are much heavier than he remembers them to be.

"You're awake," Lucas says softly, smiling a little.

"What are you doing here? And why am I here?" George asks, growing even more aggravated at the sight of his brother as well as the fact that he is in a hospital bed right now with an aching body.

"I know I'm probably the last person you want to see right now, but you're not doing well, George. I'm worried for you, you've been unconscious for around a week now," Lucas says, and perhaps if George wasn't so caught up in being angry at his brother, he'd have noticed the genuine look of concern on his face.

"What makes you think I want you here? How about you leave me like you left me the first time?" George scoffs, clutching his stomach in pain. The yelling really hurts his already weak stomach.

He catches glimpse of himself in the mirror in front of him and sees just how terrible he looks. He was sickly thin before, but now it's just even worse, and he's sure being unconscious didn't help with anything at all.

"I know I was a shitty brother in the past, but I want to try and redeem myself," Lucas says with a frown. "You need help, George, professional help."

"Fuck you," George says, then he realizes why he's having outbursts. "Why am I feeling like this? No, no no no this can't be happening!"

"George..." Lucas tries to calm him down but the brunette only swats his hand away. George knows what's happening again, and he doesn't want it to.

"No! Leave me alone! I- I need something. I feel sick, I need medicine. Get me pills, something," George says, but he finds that what he needs right now isn't pills, but rather something he thought he wouldn't ever need again. "What did they do to me?"

"Who?" Lucas asks.

"The fucking people in the alley, Lucas! They poisoned me, they fucking forced heroin into me like I was some experiment and now- I feel like a monster! I feel sick, I need it again," George says, scratching at the skin on his arms.

"Calm down, you're okay," Lucas says gently. "You don't need heroin, or any drugs for that matter."

"Yes I do, I feel sick. I'll die without them!" George panics. "Where's Dream? Does he know about me?"

"Dream is at his dorm right now. He was with you when you were unconscious, would you like me to call him over?" Lucas asks, and George notices a hopeful look in his eyes. It's like he wants Dream to come over.

"No, please don't call him. He'll be disappointed in me if he sees me like this," George says, clutching his stomach. "I'm going to throw up."

George does throw up, a multitude of times actually, and Lucas helps him through each and every one of them. The brunette is still apprehensive about trusting his brother, but it's all he has right now. It's not like he can call his parents, or even Dream for that matter.

"What am I going to do? I feel disgusting," George says, shaking out of both fear and his cold body temperature.

"The doctor will be here in a moment," Lucas says, seemingly anxious as he taps his foot on the ground.

George takes this time of silence to study his brother's expression. He looks concerned, but also maybe a bit angry. George wonders if he's being forced to be here right now, as he knows his parents wouldn't come. Plus, it wouldn't be the first time Lucas has had to watch over George during his addiction.