Forced love // dreamnotfound

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The sense of thinking actual thoughts came back too, forcing him to worry about the whole situation.

What is happening? Where is he? Why can't he move and what is this beautiful voice?

Then came back his memory. About Dream and where he was probably still at. Maybe he got out of there a long time ago, but those memories just haven't came in yet.

All of them ended only at him passing out, none of them seemed to go any further.

He felt like he started flying. Air was hitting him and he was moving around. It didn't take long until he felt a surface underneath him again, and the same angelic, magnetic voice playing around in his head.

He felt his own voice speak up. Not saying any words, just a high pitched groan. But he was still missing his touch and movement, and sight.

He started focusing on why weren't these senses working for him. He focused on what he could see, but all it was was very unfocused figures and shades.

It all started unblurring, letting the world and mind in. He could faintly see the room, not the one he remembers passing out in, but one where he has spent time in before.

Could he be back home, back from this long nightmare?

The fog started slowly dying out, and he could see a face in his view. It was a beautiful face with the beautiful voice, the angel that was pleasuring him with it's presence.

All that was left of the blur all together disappeared, he was back up, all of the sights of the world back. It was Dream, with the angelic voice and features.

His angel.

But at the same time his biggest enemy.

He turned his head towards Dream, seeing how incredibly worried he looked for some reason. Dreams eyebrows as flexed as they could get.

George was living the dream right there. It felt good to be in such a high state of mind.

"George? I think he's back!" Dream yelled and looked away from him. "W..." Was all of the word that he could say. He could see everything normally, his brain was thinking normally, all he had trouble with was talking and any type of movement.

"Come on George, please!" Dream yelled out again. Why was he yelling at him, what is happening. Is he dying? "Wha..." The word seemed almost complete, a whole word.

"What is i..." The T didn't quite get out yet. "Oh my God! You're not dead!" Dreams forehead softly landed on Georges upper stomach.

"What is happenin..." The ending of the words cut off, he was slightly moving his head, still feeling light as air, a leaf that landed on this exact couch.

"You're going to be alright." Someone sniffled in the background of Dreams voice.

George weakly lifted his hand from the elbow, up to Dreams face. "What is happening?" George made a full sentence. Proud of himself, but at the same time worried why could he make only one.

He gulped a lot of the saliva that had started to leak from his mouth. He caughed as the action stung his throat.

He sighed and reached his hand that was in Dreams grasp up to his eyes to scrub them awake.

He started sitting up and two fast gasps ringed in both of his ears from each of his sides. "Woah, you shouldn't do that." Dream said and pushed him back to the sleeping position.

He got all of his senses back, but at the same time they all felt weak, like only fifty percent of them were actually functioning.

His head did indeed get slightly dizzy from not even fully sitting up. "What is it?" George watched Dreams still worried look. He turned his head and on the opposite side of Dream was Sapnap, looking just as worried.

"We thought you died. You literally weren't responding at all." Dream sounded worried with a scent of frustration.

"What? Wasn't i just sleeping?" To be honest, George wanted to go back to sleep, still feeling tired. He closed his eyes. "No, George, no more sleeping." Dream shook him violently.

"I'm tired." George simply said hardly being able to open his eyes. "Okay, sit up." Dream put his hand under Georges back and helped him push his body up.

"I'm so tired, what time is it?" George fought for his eyes to stay open. "It's nine pm." Dream answered.

If George remembers correctly, it was about 5 pm when he fell asleep.

"Can't i just go back to sleep?" Dream gulped and was about to say something, but quickly stopped himself. "I don't know, i have no idea what just happened to you."

George looked at Dream. "Did you eat lunch?" "Um. No." Dream squinted his eyes at George. "What do you want?" Dream stood up and slowly headed towards the kitchen.

"I don't know." Sapnap was still nervously shifting on his feet besides the couch. Dream started making something, what exactly not to Georges knowledge.

Sapnap smiled at George when he glanced over at him.

Looked like a sandwich what Dream was making, he put it in the oven for a few seconds to hotten it up. He carried two of those on a plate towards George and sat next to him.

He put the plate in his own lap and gave George one of the beautiful sandwiches.
He bit in it and slowly chewed. Dream started handing him the other, right after he put the last piece in his mouth.

"I'm not hungry anymore." George said looking at the ground. "Are you kidding me? Eat it right now, I don't need this to happen again." It was a firm voice, one that George didn't enjoy hearing.

He slowly took the bread in hand as Dream pushed it to him. He slowly ate it with Dreams and Sapnaps eyes on him.

The second one was also soon finished. "How are you feeling?" Dream had gotten back to his normal voice. "Really tired." "Hm. That was really scary, you know. I went over to you, because i wanted to watch Goss Girls, and i see you're sleeping. I just go up to you and shake you, trying to wake you up." Dreams voice was getting louder and louder with every word.

"And you're just not budging. I thought you were ignoring me, so i kept trying to wake you up, I even asked for you to stop and just get up. You weren't giving any type of reaction at all."