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and the universe said you are not alone (2)

putting the comfort in hurt/comfort B)

tw // panic attacks (?), injury description

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The naivety of drifting through half-consciousness is a blessing. Your mind is blank, and everything is peaceful. You're not quite unaware, but you are just teetering over the edge of perception. There are no sounds, no visuals, no smells that can ruin the feeling. The only issue is that the second you start to become aware of the feeling, you begin to return to the material world.

Your mind opens up, welcoming in the sounds of outside, the different scents and textures. The smell of something cooking, the sound of birds chirping happily, and the feeling of soft pillows beneath you, cradling your body like some precious gem that needs to be protected. It feels nice to be sitting upon this imaginary pedestal, where you are the most important, resting at the top without a care in the world. You have no worries nor concerns for the outside world.

Nothing out there matters, for in this chamber of daze and somberness, there is you and only you. Embrace the hold of the universe, as it neither drags nor pulls you from unconsciousness, merely holding you close, loving and kind, letting you dwell in the simplicity.

And as you begin to wake, the first feeling pokes through, breaking the bliss; there's another moment of nothingness, only with more awareness. You think no thoughts but can sense the fading unconsciousness.

Then all the feelings rush in, overwhelming your senses and waking you up properly.

Wake up Dream.

Dreams eyes snap open, the anxiety and fear hitting them immediately, not allowing them to assess the situation as it comes back, hitting them full force. The blonde sits up, body aching and head spinning from the sudden movement. Black spots enter their vision, and they struggle to see straight, nausea mixing in their empty stomach. Their breathing eradicates, and suddenly all they can manage are shoot sharp breaths. Their eyes refuse to focus, still caught in a half-dragon state, resulting from the panic.

They squeeze their eyes closed, trying to get a grip on their mind, forcing their hybrid instincts back. They keep pushing, trying to take over, screaming and roaring at Dream to give in. Dream scrunches their eyes more, eyes furrowing in concentration. They can feel their eyes switching, body indecisively changing focus. Dream clenches their fists, screaming internally at their hybrid side, authoritative and dominant, until it finally begins to cease control.

They fade entirely after a few moments, forcefully suppressed down, and Dream lets out a breath of relief, opening their eyes. They glance around the room, hazy and panic-induced mind not recognising what should be a familiar setting. Their vertigo doesn't allow them to realise they are safe, and Dream sits in bone-chilling terror.

Despite this, the blonde feels warm for the first time in forever. Confused at the realisation, their eyes shoot down, examining their lap to see a thick, red blanket laying there. It's familiar, but they can't connect the puzzle pieces yet. They try to delve into the feeling, but their head throbs. Still, they take the blanket off themselves, whimpering slightly as it tweaks their wrist, which is now bandaged tightly and splinted.

Dream double-takes before lifting their hand up, twirling it around and examining it. They eye it strangely, staring at it with confusion for a few seconds. The white bandage is expertly wrapped, supported by a stick-like thing that holds their wrist straight. They touch it cautiously before shrugging it off. The kidnapper probably just wanted to heal them before they're cut up and sold off to some creep. It's the only plausible explanation their dazed mind can put together.