Operation: Merciless

Chapter Forty-One | High

Chapter Warning: Heavy drugs (and some making out [my favorite]) are involved in this chapter. If that triggers you I suggest against reading this chapter, good luck and thank you for reading!

~OnyxButNot (and former editor ruby <3 and han)

~George's P.O.V~

The day felt longer than usual for George, perhaps because Dreamer hadn't visited him again. George had followed Dreamer's instructions last time, so it made no sense to him that Dreamer was ignoring him. Then again, Dreamer was unpredictable.

The door suddenly swung open, startling him. George watched as Dreamer approached his bed.

The masked man sat beside him and let out a sigh. "I really missed you, George... Nothing was the same without you."

George didn't know how to react; everything inside him was telling him to run, but he couldn't move a muscle. Something about Dreamer's words intrigued him.

Dreamer leaned his head near George's, their foreheads touching, and he gently held George's cheeks in his grasp.

George could feel Dreamer's breath against his neck.

Dreamer pulled a fast move, using a hidden needle to jab into George's neck. George tried to reach for the weapon, but he had already weakened. He clung to Dreamer as if he were a lifeline, his head collapsing onto Dreamer's chest, suddenly too heavy to hold up.

Dreamer lifted George into his arms, and George went limp in his embrace.

His vision blurred, seeing only fragments of light flashing by. He knew he was being moved, but he had no idea where. Everything seemed to double, then triple, then swim across his vision.

He was placed on some kind of table. The surface sent a shock through his body; it was cold.

Dreamer gripped his shirt and removed it from his body. George tried to grab onto his shirt to stop Dreamer, but his hand-eye coordination was off, and he instead grasped at the air.

Dreamer pushed him onto the table strapping him down. George reached for Dreamer but found he had already walked away.

In his loopy state, George reached for Dreamer, whining. "Dream... Dream—"

Dreamer walked over, taking George's hand in his. "Calm down, you're alright," Dreamer hushed, brushing the hair from his eyes.

"Dre... Dream," George mumbled, reaching for Dreamer and trying to sit up.

"Georgie, lay down." Dreamer gently pushed him back onto the bed, causing him to whine.

George's vision blurred again as he watched Dreamer seemingly vanish into thin air, only to reappear like a shadow. Dreamer brought over various medical equipment and inspected them, then grabbed George's arm and moved it a few inches.

George could practically hear the alarm bells in his head going off. He pulled his arm away, but it was only dragged back with more force.

With the drugs affecting him, George couldn't put up much of a fight. Dreamer placed a blood pressure cuff around his left arm. "Relax, George, relax..." Dreamer whispered, which only heightened George's fear.

Dreamer held a bunch of wires in his hand, attaching them to different parts of George's chest. George guessed it was a heart monitor. But why did he need a heart monitor?

George's vision cleared up momentarily, and he saw Dreamer lower an oxygen mask onto his face. He turned his head away, trying to avoid the mask.

"George," Dreamer scolded.