Together?-Dreamnotfound

Chapter 6

TW-PANIC ATTACK A LITTLE BIT OF FIGHTING.

The next morning Dream was woken up by the smell of fresh eggs, he didn't want to eat though, because as soon as he woke up, he realized he wasn't waking up with George, like he should be. He got up off the couch and walked into the kitchen with a groan, his back hurt terribly from sleeping on the couch. "Hey, you're finally up, you want some eggs?" Sapnap said, with a pan in one hand and a plate in the other. "No." "Okay, then what are you going to eat?" "I'm not really hungry right now." Dream said in a low voice, and sat down at the counter. Sapnap turned the stove down really low so he could put the pan of eggs back on it. He walked over to Dream and sat next to him, he put his arm around Dream's shoulders and said, "Listen, this won't be the worst of it, if you can't deal with this, then you'll never be able to deal with the real thing." "I know, I know, but what is it, you're acting diff, you told me you you would tell me before you did anything, what did you do?" "Shhhh no more questions." Sapnap replied. "Nick?" Dream raised his voice, dragging out the 'i'

"I'll tell you a secret if you show me what you did to yourself last night." "You're the one who told me to do it, why do you need to see?" "Show. Me. It''

Dream rolled up his sleeve and showed Sapnap what he did, "Wow, that's quite a work of art, alright, I'll tell you my secret now." Dream sat back down next to Sapnap. "That knife that you cut yourself with, was the one I intended to kill George with-" "I know that you idiot." Dream cut him off. Sapnap sighed, clearly annoyed. "As I was saying, when that failed, I killed Karl with it, and successfully too." Dream bolted up out of his chair. "You killed Karl already! Nick! You told me you would tell me when you were going to!" "Yes, and you can't do anything about it because we have a plan. Now, call Alex down here, you know that plan, stick to it." "ALEX! GET THE FUCK DOWN HERE RIGHT NOW!" "I'm going to kill him," "No you're not, you wouldn't touch George if I'm around." "Don't underestimate me Clay, we have a plan, and your going to go through with it whether you like it or not understand?" Dream nodded softly. Quackity came down and rubbed his eyes and stretched. "What Dream?" "Look, sit down next to me, I'm sorry Alex, I know this is gonna be rough." "What Clay, you're scaring me, what is it?" Dream sighed and put his arm around Quackity.

TW-BIT OF PUNCHING HERE

"Karl, didn't really just 'take a break'. Nick um, Nick, um, he uh-" Dream knew Quackity loved Karl and just wasn't exactly sure how to tell him that he was gone now. "Nick killed Karl, Alex, Karl's...dead." Those two words, 'Karl's dead' those were the most important words Quackity had ever heard in his life, with those two words, Quackity got up out of his chair and walked over to Sapnap, he punched Sapnap straight in the face and yelled, "YOU MOTHER FUCKER, I HATE YOU!" Quackity kept punching him with tears streaming down his face and Dream grabbed Quackity's arms and pulled him away from Sapnap. "Calm down Alex, don't hurt him, we'll call the cops on him instead." "And, now would be my time to go, just know I'll never really be gone though." And with that, Sapnap dashed out the front door and ran away. He didn't even take his things, just his phone, his wallet and Karl' life. Quackity sat back on the couch and just cried as he looked up to the ceiling, Dream put his arm around him and sighed, "It's gonna be okay, I promise." He felt terrible inside, he could've stopped Sapnap, but he listened to him, he was intimidating, and he din't realize that others would die, if only he wasn't so selfish and was willing to get hurt, Karl might've not died.

TW-PANIC ATTACK

George had just woken up in a hospital bed and said, "Where am I , why am I here?" in a low voice. No one else was in the room so no one heard him. "Dream?" "Dream! Dream where are you!?" George was breathing really heavily and was shaking, his world was turning blurry, and there were many people coming in the room at once, "What's wrong, are you okay?" "I need to see Clay, right now." George let out through shaky breaths. The nurse didn't know what was wrong so she called Dream. "Hello, sir, this is Florida Medical center, we need you to come over right now, it's George." Dream was worried about this but regardless, said, "Okay I'll be over soon." He turned to quackity with a look of worry on his face.

"Alex, I need to go see George. Are you going to be alright here?" Quackity nooded, and Dream grabbed the car keys and started Driving. He ran what seemed like so many yellow lights and got to the hospital in record time. He ran to room 404 without even consulting the receptionist. He bursted through the door and pushed through the people to get to George. He saw George, and immediately knew what was going on, he was having a panic attack. George told him he started getting them on the plane to America. Dream grabbed George's hands and sat down next to him to remind him that he was here and he would be okay. "George, it's okay, I'm here now, you're okay, look at me, I won't leave you, ever again, not with Nick, not here, not anywhere, I promise. You're okay George, I love you." George looked at Dream, his world became clear again, he didn't know what he would do without Dream, he wouldn't be the kind of person he was today without Dream. "I love you too." Even though George had said it many times before, the words felt sweet, like seeing your best friend smile, or eating a chocolate bar, they were sweet. He really did love Dream, and after so many complications, they were together again. They needed each other. Dream hugged George, it was for real this time, how was he supposed to live if George was gone. George kissed him lightly on the cheek, Dream smiled, but he knew he couldn't get too attached. Their eyes were both filled with tears, "I didn't think I'd see you again for so long George, I didn't know what I'd do to be honest with you my love." George smiled, he was still a little weak, he did pass out multiple times from the pain, so it made sense too. Dream turned to one of the doctors and asked, "Can you please, for the love of God, discharge him already, I can't wait any longer, and he seems fine." George nooded, "Yes, please. I just wanna go home." "Well, I suppose so then. Yes, George, you can be discharged." The doctor handed Dream crutches to help George out of bed. Dream put his arm around George and handed him a crutch, he helped him walk out of the room and into the elevator.

When they got in the elevator George looked at Dream's arm and asked, "Dream? What's wrong with your arm? Are you okay?" "Nevermind me? Are you okay?" "Thanks, I'm fine, but seriously what's wrong with your arm?" Dream sighed, should he tell George the truth? He decided against it, "It's nothing, I just slipped and fell." "What, on a pile of nails?" George said sarcastically, "What actually happened, Dream? Did Nick hurt you?" "No, the truth is, I-I missed you so much and I couldn't take the pain of wondering if you were alright or not, and so I just, well.." "You did this to yourself Clay?" They had gotten out of the elevator and were walking to the car. "Yeah.. I did." "CLAY! WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT!" George had tears running down his face, he was more upset than angry, Dream could tell, so he said, "I'm sorry, Love, but I just wanted to feel something other than guilt and worry, and regret, I wanted to feel pain, George." "Guilt? What could you possibly feel guilty for?" "Because I left you alone with Nick, even after what you told me he said the other night." "Dream, look at me, you did nothing wrong, you didn't know what Nick would do." "Yeah, I guess you're right.." "Where is Nick?" Dream helped George into the car and he started it. "He um, he ran off, we were gonna call the police, but couldn't in time, he said he'll be back though, so we have to be careful." "Oh, how's Karl taking all this, seeing as he's Nick's boyfriend." Oh god, how was Dream supposed to tell George that Karl was dead, that he was never going to see him again, and he didn't even get to say goodbye, no one did. "Um, okay, and this is gonna be really hard to take, I'm sorry for this George," "What is it, you can tell me anything, it's okay." "Nick, he um-he killed Karl, George, Karl's gone." George put his hands over his mouth and tears streamed down his eyes. They were sitting in the parking lot with George crying on Dream's shoulder. "Why would he do that? I loved him, Clay, I loved Karl." He said, muffled between sobs. "I know darling, I know, I did too." Dream started crying too, he was rubbing George's back and they both sat there for a little bit before leaving.