VOTE BC IM BACK MFS (apologies for the wait)
There's no other way to describe George's feelings other than scared shitless, his palms sweaty and hair sticking to his forehead as he grabs the keys to the car and his phone. His heart pounds against his chest as the front door opens, warm hair heating up sweaty palms even more to almost unbearable.
He knows Adelia is going to be okay, she's merely going to be put on some form of breathing tubes for a few days and given an inhaler. But it's the thought of having to go back to that place, all of the memories held within the building. Slipping into the car he begins to drive, thoughts racing as he directs himself to the hospital where Dream is probably waiting, scared and alone.
His mind flashes back to forgotten memories, doors reopening he'd wished to remain closed forever, especially now with a child around. The chances of falling back into old habits have suddenly been raised as the way it used to make him feel comes crashing down upon his shoulders. The control it gave, the way he'd feel as though he could do anything as long as that one thing was in check, as long as he maintained it.
But with the adrenaline rush of control came a crash, one larger than anything drugs could ever give. Evenings spent analysing his body in the mirror hidden away from Dream, days upon days barely eating a thing until he gave himself anemia. Then from there refusing to take the pills, driving himself into a hole that forced him into hospital.
Salty tears threaten to spill down his cheeks as the memory of being told that Dream had resorted to his past methods due to the news of George being admitted to hospital resurfaces. The image of Dream attached to tubes and needles and monitors of all shapes and sizes, it hurt.
But he's going back there now because he's a father, and if there's one thing he will always do for Adelia it's put her first. So if Dream finds it too hard to be in that place, he'll offer to stay the nights instead of him, simply because he loves Dream and wouldn't want to see him suffer.
Even if it drives him to the edge, it'll be worth every minute to be able to say that he's looked after both Adelia and his lover. Because those two people will be worth more to him than he ever was.
He continues to drive as he bites his lip, mind directing him in where to go as an old friend would. Eventually, the hospital comes into sight and he can pull into a parking spot, quickly in clipping his seatbelt and rushing into the reception.
"I'm here for Adelia", he rushes out to the poor lady at the counter who looks, simply put, nothing short of bewildered.
"Relation?", she questions after a momentary pause to which George gapes, utterly confused as to why Dream hasn't warned someone of his arrival. Then it clicks that he hasn't actually said his name.
"Father, I'm George, Dream came with her", the lady raises an eyebrow at the mention of him also being the father before speaking again, to which George furrows his eyebrows.
"Room 403", she states simply before George nods and begins to navigate the familiar walls of the hospital. Because of course it had to be room 403, the one next to his that he'd suffered in. It was as though the world was trying to torture him in some way, test him to see how far he could go before a small gust of wind blew him over the edge of the cliff.
The elevator is too slow, the gentle ding it makes upon reaching the floor almost mocking as he scoffs at its sound and enters the floor. The walls haven't changed, none of it has, it looks the same as the day he entered. Sweat begins to head on his forehead as he takes in deep breaths, attempting to keep himself composed for when he has to enter the room with Dream waiting on the other side.
Hallways pass by with ease as he weaves through the halls, feet scuffing along polished marble as he walks past multiple hospital doors. Each door holds a different story, one currently ongoing and potentially traumatic for all those around it. Yet little do these doors know that all he's going to be doing is reliving trauma.
Eventually his legs carry him to room 403, a small plaque on the door signalling him that he's at the right room not at some poor other persons room. The lights are on inside the room from what he can see under the small gap at the bottom of the door.
Taking in a deep breath, he knocks on the door and hears scuffling around from within it before the door is pulled open and a distressed Dream instantly embraces him in a hug, eyes stained red from obvious tears that stain his cheeks.
"George", he speaks out of relief, squeezing the brunettes body tightly as though he's the only person in the world.
"Hi Dream", he responds softly, melting into the embrace before pulling back and pressing a gentle kiss to quivering lips, "Can I see her?", he speaks again whilst trying to keep calm.
Though what comes next is something he could never prepare for. Dream moves out of the way with a sniff and George can't do anything but gasp and bring a hand to his mouth.
Memories of Dream being attached to a ventilator and multiple tubes flooding his brain in comparison to his tiny baby who is attached to almost the same things. His heart clenches as he rushes over to her, she's asleep, breathing soft but wheezed as it's likely to be given the circumstances.
"Oh my god", he comments with nothing else to say and Dream pulls him into another hug. He lets his head fall into the crook of the blondes neck to inhale sweet vanilla scent that's the only thing that may calm him at this point in time. Salty tears begin to form in his eyes as he bites his lip and Dream runs gentle fingers through his hair.
"She's asthmatic", he speaks hoarsely, evidence of crying in the way his voice cracks, "Gonna be here a few days".
All George can do is nod and remain clinging to Dreams body, nestling his head further into Dreams neck, as a hope that perhaps if he falls asleep in the warmth he'll be able to work up from this bad dream.
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I'm back bitches, but I also have a lot of homework, and big ass mock exams in five weeks I'm meant to be revising for but also heartstopper.
out here pretending charlie spring isn't me but in male form kinda beat. ANYWAYS....
ily all <3
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