SEDATEPHOBIA | Dream

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No one expects an angel to set the world on fire.

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*3rd POV*

Isn't it scary how easily a human's mind can be shattered? How fragile someone can be? How difficult yet easy at the same time it can be to read what's going on inside someone's mind?

It takes seconds, or it can take more than a lifetime to decipher someone's thoughts.

It's frightening how simple actions can be enough to crush someone's heart and leave a scar.

DREAM sat on the bed of the little ICU. He stared at his hands as they shook and he felt like he was caught in a maze as he stumbled from one thought to another.

Cold sweat damped his forehead and shirt and the air around him felt like it was turning thinner with every second.

He was either at the verge of fainting, or he was about to have a panic attack.
He didn't know what he'd get, but he knew that it was slowly coming.

The anxiety creeping into his skin making his blood freezing cold yet burning him at the same time. The paranoia of feeling watched and under pressure. The pounding in his head making him feel like his eyes might bulge out of his head.

People often tend to forget that Dream still, in fact, is a breathing human with emotions, and all that just because of the mask that actually hid his flaws from everyone.

But that's what the point of the mask is after all, right?

And then, like the light touch of a feather yet harsh pull back to the reality, a calloused hand gently grabbed his hands that were starting to claw at his skin.

"Hey."

His breathing stopped before he followed the arm, Nick's figure entering his sight.

"Clay."

And a heavy exhale left his mouth as he remembered.

My name isn't Dream.

My name is Clay.

It was a little reminder that let him feel at ease as he sometimes forgot who he really was.

CLAY watched the way Nick slowly sat up, groans of pain leaving his mouth since his big wound hadn't fully healed yet.

He felt as helpless as a little lamb as he didn't even find the power to push Nick away while the latter carefully put his hands behind his head before loosening the strap, making his mask onto the soft bed sheet.

Nick smiled at his best friend sadly.

It had been long since the last time he saw his face, and he looked even more tired and sick than last time.

Nick was starting to worry about his brother.
About how he really was feeling right now and about how mentally stable he was after everything that has happened so far.

Clay's emerald green eyes had somehow lost their glow and his skin was paler than a corpse's. Dark rings and bags of fatigue decorated his eyes and his lips were parched and held no colour. The only thing that remained the same was his freckles that still prominantly spread across the bridge of his nose and cheeks. His disheveled dirty blonde hair had grown to the point that it almost completely covered his eyes.

To sum it up, he looked half-dead.

"Hey bud.",
Nick's voice cracked at the end as he tried to lift the mood with a smile.

Clay's face remained blank before he also spoke up.

"George."

Tears filled Nick's eyes before he opened his arms, getting caught off guard when Clay immediately accepted the embrance, hugging his best friend tightly as they silently cried into eachother's shoulder.

George was their third brother.

George was always there for Clay when Nick couldn't.

George was gone.

The boys pulled away before they looked at eachother again only to be met by gentle smiles.

"We'll survive."

"For him."

They nodded at eachother.

Nick and Clay basically grew up together. They were like brothers, or maybe even held a bond stronger than that.

One's presence healed the other.

Meanwhile on the other side of the building, someone else was breaking down, fearing their own existence and purpose in the world.

ELEANOR was a mess.

Her eyes were wide as she sat on the floor limply while staring at Alfred's smirkig form.

"My little lamb. Don't be afraid. I'm doing this for your own good. It will wear off on a minute and you'll be able to move again."

He actually injected her with something that disabled her fron moving. And now she was alone in the lions den.

Weak and defendless.

She was afraid.

"Wha- a- you plan-ng."

Her words were slurred and she found herself at the verge of tears again.

"Don't be afraid."

He crouched down infront of her again before he started to caress her cheek gently, making her want to vomit and move away, but she couldn't.

"As I said - I'm here to help you."

She suddenly felt tired.

"Take a little nap. Everything will be clearer once you wake up again."

And she fell asleep.

In the end, was everything clearer though? Or was it rather even more believable to make her forget how to tell reality and lies apart?

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Tbc

I'm sorry for the boring chap :(

Word count: 886 words

See you next time my lovely PoTAEtoes ;)❤️

20.12.2021