Danger on the Horizon ( A Dream & GeorgeNotFound Fanfic)

Chapter 14 - Only Human

The steady drumming of rain against the roof slowly pulls me into wakefulness. I lazily roll over and rub my eyes. The room is greyly lit due to the heavy cloud cover I can just see through the blinds. The bed is so comfortable, I don't want to move – I'm still tired. Everything feels so oddly normal.

I lie still for a few moments, trying to plan out my day.

Did I have a video to edit? Was I supposed to be recording one with Dream-

In a flash, the events of the past weeks hit me again. Dream's here, so are Sapnap and Bad.

"Oh my God - Dream. . ." I sit up way too fast, causing black dots to briefly cloud my vision. Shoving away the warm blankets, I finally get up. I've gotta go check on Dream – I swear to God if he didn't sleep last night. . .

I trip as I get up and open the door unsteadily, glancing at the clock as I do so.

It's only 7AM. I grab an extra hoodie from my drawers and shuffle over to Dream's room. His door is ajar and I can see him sitting huddled in blankets, on his phone. I frown at that. He sees me and waves, a tired smile lighting up his face. "Morning George." he says sleepily.

I edge into the room quietly so as not to disturb the others sleeping in the living room. "Hey. Sleep well?" I ask.

Dream winces as he tries to move over so I can sit on the bed as well. "Uhh, yeah."

I raise an eyebrow. He is pale as a ghost, with dark lilac patches under his eyes. He looks so worn out – I don't think he went to sleep at all. "You're lying, aren't you." I take a shot in the dark, knowing the only way to get anywhere with Dream is to call him out and tell him how he's doing. Because he's not gonna tell you otherwise.

Shrugging, Dream pulls the blankets closer around him and scrubs a over his face. "It's just a headache." his voice is muffled by his hands.

"Did you take-"

"Yeah I had some earlier." Dream cuts me off, looking up at me with the corner of his mouth lifting slightly. "I guess I'm just waiting for them to kick in."

"Right."

Ughh why does talking have to be so awkward. It's so much easier to talk when I don't have Dream's freckled, exhausted face staring earnestly at me. I have so many things I need to ask him – but I just can't.

He tilts his head on the side, gazing out the window to watch the downpour. "I like rain." he murmurs thoughtfully, before scowling at his casts.

Deciding it is time for breakfast I stand up, instantly gaining his attention.

"Wait – where are you going?"

I am going to ignore how much those words just made my heart sink at how nervous he sounded. "Are you hungry?" I ask, stepping towards the door.

Relaxing a little, Dream frowns. "Not really."

"Want some tea or coffee or something?" I question, and Dream screws his face up.

"No thank you!" he states with a vehemence that surprises me.

"What's wrong with coffee?"

I laugh at his obstinate, amused smile as he slams a fist into a pillow. "It's disgusting! I hate coffee!"

"Not much of an answer, but I'll take it." I'm about to leave but I hear Dream's voice pipe up again from behind me. I turn to see him shoving of the covers and reaching over for his wheelchair. "Wait a minute – Dream be careful!"