Dreamnotfound fanfic(smutty)

Wake Up Please!

(Warning: death, disability, drugs)
Dream's POV
I just want George to be happy, but I know that it's impossible. I watched him cry in front of me. I wanted to cave immediately and comfort him, but I needed to let him sweat.

I left and sat on the bed. George went into the bathroom and shut the door. After a while the crying died down and I thought George would come to bed and talk. Instead I heard something fall in the bathroom. Something heavy.

"George?" I called sheepishly. When he didn't respond I stood up and ran to the bathroom. The door was locked. I tried to reason with myself. He's probably fine.

"George? Are you okay?" I asked. No answer. I pounded on the door one last time. Still nothing. I kicked it in, breaking the hinges. I feared the sight in front of me.

"George! No! No!" I started yelling as I ran to his side. I looked in his hand to see an empty pill bottle. I read the label, it was morphine.
"Fuck!" I screamed and started crying. I didn't want it to end like this.

I desperately felt for a pulse, a breath, anything to indicate George was alive. It was so weak. I called 911 immediately. As the ambulance was on the way I held George and cried.

They put him on a stretcher and I followed to the hospital. I stayed and watched them pump George's stomach. They told me there's a chance he won't wake up, but he has to. He doesn't get to leave me.

I waited by his unconscious body. I held George's hand and constantly prayed he would wake up. Soon I saw his face start twitching and got excited. Then the machines started acting up. I call for a nurse immediately and she told me not to touch him.

I sat down nearby, thinking about what I'm going to say to George. I love him so much, and it hurts me that he can do this to us. Finally I heard him shift again. I kept my eyes on the machines, just in case it's another false alarm.

"Dream..." I heard George say weakly. I got up and grabbed his face. My eyes wandered all over it, I couldn't believe he was okay. I smiled then kissed him for a long time.

When I pulled back George looked away and tears came to the corners of his eyes.
"I thought I lost you forever. I was so scared. Why did you do that?" I asked. George held my hands against his face.

"You should have let me die. I ruin everything." George said. I sighed and kissed him again.
"Please don't hurt yourself George. I'll do anything. I don't want to see you like that ever again." I begged. George cried.

"I hate my life." George said. I took a breath.
"Why?" I asked.
"Because I can't do anything right." George said and burst into tears.
"It doesn't matter." I told him.

"I'm a monster." George said. I cuddled up to him in the bed.
"You aren't a monster. You're the person who dragged me for miles to get me away from a gang." I reminded him. George rolled his eyes.

"So just because I saved one person means I'm fine to kill my best friend." George said and turned away from me.
"You did so much more than save me." I said immediately.

I got George discharged and we went back home. Skeppy and Bad were waiting for us. George hadn't met the new Bad yet.

"Just so you know, Bad's head isn't quite right." I told George before we met them.
"At least he isn't dead." George said. I smiled.
"Good." I told George.

George and I entered the living room and Bad was sitting right next to Skeppy. I waved and Skeppy waved back. Bad was hyper focused on his nails.

George walked in and knelt in front of Bad.
"Hey buddy." George said. Bad looked at George and smiled then looked back at his hands.
"He doesn't talk much." Skeppy said. George sighed.

"Do you remember me?" George asked Bad. Bad nodded. George smiled.
"I'm sorry. This is all my fault." George said and walked away. I held out my arms and let George cry against my sweater.

"Is he doing any better today, Skeppy?" I asked. Skeppy looked at Bad and smiled.
"He is. He said a few sentences today." Skeppy said. I smiled.

George looked up at me.
"Did the doctor say he'll get better?" George asked.
"He said recovering will be slow." I told him. He hugged me tight.

"I want to die." George said. I waved at Skeppy and Bad and left them to it while I brought George back to the bedroom.

I laid George down and went to throw away all the medicine in the bathroom.
"Dream?" George called. I stopped and turned around.
"Do you think I can change?" George asked.

I thought for a second.
"You've done it before, what's the difference?" I asked back and finished baby proofing. I cuddled up to George and held him tight.
"You can't die." I said to him.

"I don't have anything here for me." George said.
"No, but I need you here. For me." I said. George shook his head.
"No you don't." George said.
"I'm not kidding. If you die, I die." I told him.

"That's not fair." George said.
"It's more than fair to me." I said.
"But you have so much to live for still." George said. I kissed him.
"I only have one reason I'm still here." I said. George shook his head again.

"I won't let you die." George said.
"Then from now on, whatever you do to yourself, I'm doing it too." I told him. He looked at his hand.
"I don't want to hurt you." George said, crying. I kissed him.
"Stop hurting yourself then. I love you." I told him.
"I love you too." He said.