Dysphoric (DNF-ftmGeorge)

Part 52

I love how people have just started calling me overloard all of a sudden 🧍it's so odd yet so brilliant.

I use he/they pronouns btw for those who r asking.

Third person:

"George?" Dream repeated.

He and Sapnap exchanged a glance, "hey George?" Sapnap called, also receiving no response.

"George if you don't answer we will kick this door down!" Karl yelled.

"IM FINE!" George blurted, he wasn't sure what to say, he was having a small freak out. This was so embarrassing. He didn't want help with this.
Maybe he should just cut it off?
Nono. This is his only proper binder, it'll take months to order a new one.
Maybe he should just wait for it to dry?
No that might take too long, it would just damage his ribs.

He flinched at the sudden pang of pain his felt in his ribs. Shoot.

"No you're not, George" Sapnap protested, "you told me you weren't. You seemed like you were in pain and you need help with it." He reminded, "let Dream in to help you. Please."

There was no way of escaping it, the back of his binder had rolled in a weird way, hurting his back and ribs along with the front which also couldn't be budged. He really did need help.

'Just agree and get this over with. It'll be fine. Dream won't judge, right? It's okay. Just unlock the door. Just say you will.'
"Nono I've got it."
'Shit.'

"No. No you haven't." Sapnap rolled his eyes at his obvious lie, "now unlock the door and stop being stupid, nobody judges you or anything for needing some help"

He unlocked the door but didn't open it, Dream nodded at Sapnap thanking him before taking George's hint and opening the door himself.
He still had his hoodie on.

"Okay George, I think the only way we can try and do this is if I try and fix the back while you do the front," he explained, "is that okay with you?"

That was actually the perfect plan for George, he nodded in response, he wouldn't have to show his chest.
Dream stood behind him, the brunette rolled up his hoodie so it was just on top of his binder.

"I think it might be easier if you take off the hoodie" he stated.

George shook his head, he didn't want to reveal his arms to Dream. The taller didn't protest against it, George's dysphoria was odd, they both knew that, it targeted random or all parts of his body at random times and if he was feeling a bit dysphoric and wanted to keep it on his arms? Then so be it.

"Alright. That's fine." He muttered, most of his attention on the back of his binder, "alright" he started, "if it hurts or anything, please just tell me to stop and we can figure out another way alright?"

George nodded his head, understanding.

Both of them fiddles with both sides of the binder, after unrolling it and such it did eventually manage to slip off, it hurt tho, but he didn't care he just wanted it off.

Finally he could breath, the binder was still on, just not over his chest, it was still on his arms and round the top of his chest.
"You might need to take the hoodie off to take the rest off" he frowned.

George pulled the hoodie down and turned to Dream, "thanks but I can do this part alone" he smiled, grateful for the boys help.

"You sure you're alright?" He questioned.

He gave him a thumbs up, "yep. Sorry for making you help me with that." He was trying his best not to make the situation anymore awkward for the both of them, but to be honest Dream didn't really mind as long as George was safe.

"Okay. I'll be outside alright?" And with that he left and informed the other two that everything was okay now.

George took the hoodie off, then the now salty binder, put his looser binder on, and pulled Karl's hoodie on top. It looked swagger. He looked so flat in Karl's hoodie that he couldn't stop smiling.

He opened the door, "crisis averted" he gave them a thumbs up.

They were all so happy to see George's smile, something that was recently a rare sight.

The amount of times he smiled would only increase after that day.