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TW- PROFANITY/ALCOHOL USE

WC- 1726

--(Y/N) POV---

"(Y/N)?"

Why did I have to be the waking face? Why did Sapnap leave to make me to take care for the dying green fella? And why the fuck is George still sleeping?

"Dream?" I whisper slowly as I stand still keeping my back towards him. He hums in answer, probably in mega pain because I haven't dosed him up. "I'm gonna need you to put your mask back on. I don't-" I stutter as I twiddle my fingers. "I don't want you to feel uncomfortable."

God, I'm so awkward.

"Oh, right." The male opposite to me mumbles, clearly in pain. I feel so guilty; I should be the one in his position or better yet, six feet under. But for some spectacular reason, he decided to jump in and save me. Of all people, he saved me, the enemy.

I heard the small click of the mask and the slight shift of the bed. I take this as my time to turn around.

"Now that you're awake, you can chug up this healing pot," I say walking to his side of the bed with a slight smile. "It'll quicken the recovery and have you walking in no time."

My hand closes around the cork of the potion bottle to pop it off. As the cork flings into the air, I lower myself to sit on the bed right in front of the masked male. I couldn't help but notice the black circles of his masks' eyes following every movement I made. I would call it creepy, but I'd only be lying to myself.

Once fully sat, I adjust my eyes to meet Dream's. He seems to be in a daze. Unmoving and unbothered by my small actions. I clear my throat, "You're going to have to drink this." I say looking down at the potion and back at him.

He seems to snap back into reality and lets out a small breath, "Right," he says as his hand reaches out to take the bottle from my grip. His hand gently brushes against mine as I try to hold back a blush.

fucking touch starved

Never knew the over-usage of alcohol could make me delusional. Gods, I need to touch some grass.

Dream lets out a small chuckle. "Tongs, (Y/N)? You make me question your survival tactics every day," He laughs after finishing up the potion.

I put my head in my hands. "You're breathing now," a sigh comes out of my mouth as I look back at him. "You would of never guess that tongs would save your life, huh?"

He cackles, "You make a fair point, (Y/N). Thanks for making me your test monkey, though I could've died."

"Maybe that would be a win in my book," I lie.

"Oh come on," He laughs. "I know very well how dead you would be without me, (Y/N). If I didn't save you, you would be killed at sight. But now? You have a future."

"A future of what? Grief, pain, and agony? Dream I'm alone in this world. Every person I meet has left me one way or another." What a mood change. Throwing my emotions at the enemy.

"When have I ever left you, (Y/N)?" He whispers with a tint of seriousness in his tone. "Because from what I remember, you left my side to join your crazed brother in a drug-making country. We were friends before all of this. Don't you remember?"

My mind drifts off to the night on the hilltop. We were watching the sunset. Together, as friends. Not fighting over some stupid disks. What was the point in those disks anyway? They ruined us. They ruined everyone.