Dreamnotfound fanfic(smutty)

Operation

George's POV
"I won't forget." I said and Dream's arm went limp. I held his hand and kept watching his eyes. A part of me was hoping this was just a prank. Somehow Dream's eyes would spring open and he would be completely fine, but that won't ever happen.

I could feel people staring at me, feeling pity towards me. I'm not the one on a stretcher, I'm not the one who can't walk. It should have been me. Dream did nothing wrong, it should have been me. Maybe I wouldn't feel so shitty if he didn't tell me that number.

To know that he counted how many times people touched him because he couldn't do anything else about it was the worst part. He knew what was happening to him and he had to watch it happen to himself. Not to mention how well he seems to be now.

How does someone go from 86 strangers raping them, to almost fucking before a doctor arrives? It seemed unnatural, maybe something bigger happened.
"We're here now." The medic said and the doors opened.

I followed Dream to the surgery suite and helped prep him for surgery. They cleaned him off properly for the first time and I got to see more bruises and scratches I missed before. I felt worse with each one I saw. It should have been me.

Once he was on the table, they laid him on his stomach. He looked like a corpse in his condition. I watched them make an cut into his lower back. They said it was his pelvis and a bit of his spine. I would give him mine if it helped.

"Are you sure you want to be here." The nurse asked me.
"No offence, but I don't trust strangers around him." I said.
"It's always hard for the partner too." The nurse said.
"Of course, but at least his problem will be fixed." I said.

As the surgery continued, I felt more tense. What was taking so long? Is it worse than they thought? I kept looking and they kept trying to fix his spine.
"What about the hand?" The nurse asked. The surgeon looked at it and whispered something to the nurse.

"George, would you like to learn how to care for him after?" The nurse asked.
"Can I stay here?" I asked.
"Of course." The nurse said.
"Then yes, tell me." I said.

"His hand is infected, we did what we could. You need to make sure he's taking antibiotics, and getting plenty of vitamin C to fight that." The nurse told me.
"I'll definitely do that." I said.
"It's also important that his hips stay elevated. He won't heal right otherwise." The other nurse said.

"This is all very helpful." I said, for a moment I wasn't staring at Dream.
"We all want the best." The surgeon said.
"I'll probably let him stay in bed all day. I'll take personal care of him." I said.
"Wow, wish my boyfriend did that kind of thing for me." The nurse joked.

After the surgery, Dream was in a bed waiting to wake up. I held his hand and stayed by his side. I felt good knowing that no one touched him inappropriately while he was out. I get to be the one to tell him everything went well.

His eyes slowly moved and he grunted then rubbed his face. He looked at me and smiled big.
"Hi George." He said.
"Hi." I said and kissed him. I was so happy to hear him talk again.

"How did it go?" Dream asked.
"It was a successful operation. You'll be better in a month with proper care." I told him.
"That's it? I've had colds worse than that." Dream joked.
"Well, your hand is also infected. So no left hand for you." I joked.
"It's okay, I'll just use yours." Dream joked.

I sat on the edge of the bed.
"I made sure you were safe the entire time you were unconscious. I was right here." I told him. He smiled.
"Thank you. I really mean it." Dream said. He held my hand.

"I'll make it up to you." I said.
"You already did. Thank you." Dream said and smiled bigger.
"It still should have been me with the broken pelvis, not you." I said. Dream's smile faded.

"I don't think I could handle that." Dream said.
"But you can handle this?" I asked. Dream sighed.
"This is all physical. That no longer phases me much. But if it was you on that table I'd probably feel completely lost." Dream said.

There was a pause.
"Is that how you feel?" Dream asked. Tears welled in both of our eyes. I nodded and he pulled me to his chest. I cried against him and he let some tears flow as well.
"I don't want to watch you suffer. You don't deserve it." I said. Dream rubbed my back.
"I know." Dream said.

"You know, I would switch places with you." I said.
"I know you would, but I could never let you." Dream said. I cried more, Dream stopped crying and brushed my hair behind my ear.
"How are you so calm?" I asked Dream.

"This isn't the first time I've been on bed rest. It's the first time I can afford it." Dream said. I hugged him tighter.
"No. I don't believe that." I said.
"You've seen the scars on me George, did you think I was fine after that?" Dream asked. I cried more.

"I want to take all of that back for you." I said. Then Dream kissed me.
"It was all worth it. Now I'm where I need to be." Dream said. I couldn't stop my tears from flowing.

"It'll be okay. I'll get better." Dream said.
"You fucking better, because I can't live without you." I said.
"Then I guess I have no choice but to live." Dream said and rubbed my back. I felt safe, now that he's safe.