It Was Never the End DreamNotFound

Chapter 13

George POV

The monster's saliva was venomous. 

Bile rose in George's throat at the sight of Dream's wound. Wilbur saw the injury and instantly took over. 

"Tommy, relight the fire and get me a knife. George, I need water and towels." 

George stared blankly at Wilbur before rising to get the requested materials. As he passed Tommy he noticed the boy's shoulder had been wrapped in bandages. Will works fast. He must've did that while I was removing Dream's shirt and hoodie.

George grabbed the towels quickly, and brought two canteens back to Wilbur. He wished the towels were clean, but he supposed he should be grateful to have towels at all. They'd really gotten lucky with the supplies in the workshop's hidden room.

Wilbur barely spared George a glance as he lifted the top of Dream's body. "George, I'm going to need you to go behind his head and hold him up like this." 

George was confused as to why Wilbur wanted Dream sitting up until he noticed the bite wounds on the back of Dream's shoulder. Wilbur handed him a towel to put on his lap. Swallowing hard, George positioned himself where Wilbur instructed. 

Tommy returned at that moment with the same small knife he'd polished that morning with Dream. The blade of the knife was glowing red. 

George's eyes flicked from the knife, to Dream, and back. "What are you going to do?"

"We need to drain the wound and cut off some of the infected skin." Wilbur's eyes were focused as he took the knife carefully from Tommy. George remembered that Wilbur was best friends with Niki, who was the doctor for the Sleepy Bois.

"You might want to look away." Wilbur warned before he lacerated the wounds. George gagged at the pus-filled blood that leaked from the fresh cut. Dream groaned softly but stayed unconscious. Wilbur moved efficiently, cutting off some of the deeper purple flesh around the wounds. 

Once he was done removing infected skin, he grabbed a rag. Dumping water from the canteen onto the rag, he wrung it out and pressed the damp rag to the edges of the wound. George closed his eyes as Wilbur drained infected blood from the wound.

Cradling Dream's head against his chest, keeping to the left side of his body, George stroked his hair gently. He felt as though he were holding a human-shaped inferno. 

"Do you have a needle and thread?" 

Without opening his eyes, George nodded. "Dream keeps it in the small pocket on the side of his backpack." 

"Tommy, go get it." Wilbur ordered. 

George could feel Dream's body trembling softly. Even unconscious he was clearly in pain. 

It was a long moment before Wilbur's voice announced, "I'm finished. You can open your eyes now." 

George cracked open his eyes to see Dream's shoulder covered in neat stitches. There was a pile of unspeakable rags beside Wilbur, who was doing his best to clean up the bloody mess. 

"Is he going to be okay?" George lowered Dream's body gently to the ground. 

Wilbur frowned. His light brown eyes stared darkly at Dream. "I don't know. We'll just have to wait and see." 

"Isn't there anything else you can do?" George could hear the hysteria in his voice, but he didn't care. 

"I've done all I can, George." Wilbur sighed. "I removed infected skin, drained and flushed the wound. I didn't want to close the wound just yet, but it was too deep not to stitch right away. There's no medicine, what else am I supposed to do?"