Everything Gets Better

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Warnings:
-Eating disorder behaviour (starvation/purging/binges)
-Throwing up

Sapnap's POV

~ One Week Later ~

'It's going to be okay,' I heard Dream's voice trying to comfort George who was pushing his legs against the back of the bed, tensing up his whole body. Today was his first day of chemo and I never saw anyone this nervous before.

He even cried a while ago, which he never did, and told us how terrified he felt. He genuinely wanted to go home and never have any treatment again, but we promised him it would be okay and would only cause him to recover from the cancer.

'Do you want me to sit behind you?' Dream suggested. 'I know you don't like the physical affection a lot, but I just want to hold you because you're completely tensing up all your muscles.'

George thought about it for a second and nodded slowly. Because he felt so awful, he couldn't resist Dream's offer and scooted forward so Dream could sit down behind him.

He climbed into the bed and rested both his legs on the sides of George's thighs, wrapping his arms around George's waist. George stared at the IV in his hand with the chemo drugs flowing through it to go to his veins.

'Try to relax yourself, I got you,' Dream reassured him. 'You're safe with me, lay down in my arms and close your eyes.'

George started relaxing his muscles a bit more and lifted his legs up, turning more to his side. He rested his ear on Dream's chest and his eyes started to shut without him wanting to.

'You can sleep for as long as you need to,' Dream smiled, running his hand over the very short hairs on George's head. He shaved it for the surgery, but it had been growing back a tiny bit. However, he would most likely lose it again because of the chemo...

George stopped fighting against his sleep and before we realised, he fell into a deep sleep.

~~~

Dream and I had been very quietly talking about whatever while George was asleep. We were purposely avoiding the subject food or anything that had to do with that which left an uncomfortable and unspoken tension between us.

After a while, George suddenly woke up with a panicky face. He sat up immediately and looked around him. 'I need to throw up,' he panted, talking with a scared voice.

I already prepared for this and stood up, grabbing the bucket from next to his bed. I gently put it down on his lap and saw Dream hold his arms tighter around him while I ran my hand over his sweaty back.

'Relax your muscles, George. It'll probably come easier if you do and then it'll be over for now,' I suggested, trying to comfort him since he was completely wet from sweat because of the nerves and panic going through his body.

⚠️ Throwing up

However, I noticed he was trying to relax himself and not even a minute after that, he gagged loudly and threw up the things he ate before the chemo. He sobbed softly and coughed, spitting out some of the saliva in his mouth.

'Do you want some water? You can try to lay down again,' Dream tried, but George shook his head heavily.

'Throw up again...' he mumbled, staring at the bucket. Not even a few seconds after he said that, he gagged again and threw up the rest of what he ate this morning, laying down again.

⚠️ Over

Dream reached out to get him his water bottle and let George rinse the water in his mouth to get the taste away. He spit it out in the bucket again and laid back down on Dream's chest.

I grabbed the bucket and walked to the bathroom, throwing it into the toilet. I cleaned the bucket with some soap and water and flushed the toilet, going back to the room. I put the bucket next to his bed and sat down, trying to grab his hand.

He allowed me to and rolled to his side again, looking at me. 'Thank you both for being here. I'm never like- so cheesy or whatever and I definitely don't want to show my emotions because it's uh- uncomfortable to me. But uh- I'm actually really happy you're here. Wilbur is busy sometimes and I just... don't want to be alone during these things.'

'We won't be busy at all because I cancelled all my meetings and just uploaded a video so there's no need to post any time soon,' Dream replied.

'Same,' I added. 'I didn't upload a video but I mean... I'm Sapnap, I only upload once a year anyway.'

George laughed softly and lifted his legs up. 'I feel so sick right now and it's making my emotions go all over the place. I feel like I can cry without a reason, but also just snap and get really angry out of nowhere.'

'That's a side effect of the drugs,' Dream replied. 'It makes your mood bad unfortunately. But we are here to cheer you up!'

'Can we maybe... watch your newest video?' George asked quietly. 'I haven't been able to watch it, but I'm always very curious how you managed to get out of certain situations in manhunts.'

'Of course! Sap, didn't you bring your laptop?'

I nodded and stood up to grab my bag, taking my laptop out. I logged in after it turned on and put it down on George's lap. He sat down straight and Dream rested his head on George's shoulder while he looked it up.

I put my chair closer and put my head against George's arm, grabbing his hand again. For some reason I felt pretty emotional too, but I couldn't tell if it was because I worried so much about George or if it was because Dream and I fell back into our old patterns.

We had been starving ourselves for three days now and sometimes ate something small. However, I caught Dream throw it up whenever we did allow us to eat so I started throwing up too, eventually binging on food again.

I didn't want anyone to know I binged so I inject my insulin, threw up and exercised about five hours at night. Honestly, my slightly healthy thoughts were completely gone again as long as Dream kept starving. If he would continue this, I would as well... We both had no idea that we were literally slowly dying...

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