Love Bites

Chapter 19: When It's Over

warnings: swearing, graphic wounds, death/talk of death

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Dream feels George's hand slowly fall limp on his chest, fingers trailing over his shirt before falling out to his side.

He blinks hard, fighting to see through the tears, and leans down. "George...?"

He's met with deafening silence.

Dream stares down grimly at George's beaten and bloodied body, realizing just how much the poor human had endured. So many cuts, scrapes, bruises, and of course the damn bullet wound. He thinks he might throw up at the scene.

"No no no-" He whispers, pulling the body to his chest. "George, wake up, please...please don't leave me!"

The tears and blood on his face stain George's shirt as he cries, loud sobs escaping his worn body in waves. He heaves, shaking, clutching his boyfriend's body close to his chest. He's crying so hard he can't breath, curled over and gasping to try and get air into his lungs.

After a moment, he feels something. His sobbing comes to a halt, fat tears continuing to roll down his cheeks.

His eyes fly open in shock.

What..?

He waits impatiently, placing his hand on the center of George's chest.

It happens again. George's chest rises slightly beneath his palm, before falling back down, just as soft.

Dream exhales loudly, almost smiling in disbelief. His tears fall onto George's blood-stained shirt.

He's alive.

He's still alive. Oh my god.

There's a slight stutter in the way George breathes, almost looking like twitching more than anything. Dream realizes that his life could dissipate if they don't get help soon.

He urgently hooks his left arm under George's knees and his right arm under George's back, picking him up cautiously but quickly. In his haste, he forgets how weakened he is, nearly dropping George back to the ground, just barely managing to stand with the extra weight.

"I-It's okay, it's gonna be okay, George." Dream whispers hoarsely, leaning back against the wall for balance. He looks around as if someone will tell him what to do. For the first time, he doesn't know.

What am I supposed to do? I don't have anything to heal him, the only healing supplies I know about are at his house. But there's no way I'll make it all the way back there in this state. I'm losing strength and blood...

Dream looks around frantically, then remembers when he sees the cell number 'C418', that they didn't even save Sapnap with all of their effort.

We don't have time to save him, though, George needs help now, he needs-

Dream exhales, an attempt to rationalize and organize his scattered thoughts.

Sapnap.

He'll know how to help, surely.

George wouldn't want me to leave him here.

He looks down at his boyfriend again, feeling a pang of worry in his exhausted chest. He reaches up, brushing a stray strand of dark brown hair out of his face with his knuckles.

He looks peaceful.

"You're gonna be okay." Dream promises, and begins walking towards the cell with newfound determination.