Spiritually Flawed (Drista Content) COMPLETED

New Man

Phil spent the entire night consoling Drista. As soon as he would doze off in the chair, a nurse would come wake Drista up. Which would mean he had to get up again to soothe her. It was one of Phil's worst nights, but he managed to get through it. Unfortunately he hadn't contacted Dream yet, or even seen Technoblade.

Dream came into the room that morning, and woke Drista up yet again by knocking.

Drista sat up slowly. "Dream?"

"Are you okay?!" Dream ran over and trapped her in a brotherly hug. He pulled back when he realized he was hurting her. "I'm so sorry for leaving you behind, I shouldn't of left you with that crazy bastard."

Drista shook her head. "No, Techno is good. It was the voices, he didn't want to hurt me. I promise."

Dream ruffled her hair. "Shh, you're tired. I'm going to take you home now, okay?"

"Wait... HOME home?" Drista tilted her head.

"Yeah, someone has to take care of you now." Dream sighed and turned to Phil, who was pretty much a zombie in the chair. "Thanks for staying with her...you should go home."

Phil stood up, not needing to be told twice. "No problem mate, I'm so sorry about this...I would of never seen in coming..."

Drista sniffled and cleared her throat. "Phil, don't forget to check on Techno. He's probably scared."

"He should be scared..." Dream mumbled under his breath. He felt betrayed by Techno. He trusted him to keep Drista out of harm's reach.

"It wasn't him..." Drista continued to insist. "I swear Dream, it was something else. I don't know what, but he would never hurt me."

"I know you trusted him Drista, but you're being delusional. Come on, let's get you checked out..." Dream helped her up from the bed.

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Dream took Drista back to Techno's house to collect her dogs and things. Drista was still mad at Dream, but was too exhausted to express it.

While she was collecting her things in her room, Ben called. "Not a good time, what's up?" She answered.

"Oh damn, what's wrong?" Ben asked.

"It's...something happened, my brother is here to pick me up. I'm going home. HOME, home." Drista sighed. She wanted to go home so bad in the past, but now she knew Dream didn't really want her there. The only reason he took her back is because she got brutally attacked.

"Fuck...do you actually want to go home?" Ben could tell by her tone that she wasn't happy about it.

"I mean...not really, I'm not even wanted there..." Drista kept her voice down. If Dream heard he'd definitely try to convince her otherwise.

"Don't go then. I can come get you. You can come crash with me. Hell I've got a bit of money saved from selling shit I shouldn't. We could get a hotel. At least until you work things out with your douchebag of a brother." Ben offered to take her away.

"Don't call him that...I guess we could...Dream gave me like 20 minutes before he wants to leave. I'll have to leave now before he comes to check on me." Drista lowered her voice even more.

"Okay, I will meet you halfway. I'll leave now too. Bring anything you need, and I'll get us a hotel room." Ben was honestly shocked by how willing his former victim was to trust him again. Though Ben realized it was due to her poor mental state and her trauma. He could easily take advantage her on a bad day, but he resisted the urges to bully and control her again. Ben wanted to be better, he wanted to fix his own trauma and health. Surely, he wanted to fix Drista too. He owed it to her.