Dream one shots

Dont do it. (Pt. 2)

tw: blood, self harm.

I feel like writing sad chapters and things like this is a type of therapy for me. It helps me release all the bad thoughts without slipping into my old mindset. That probably sounds ridiculous.
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*dreams pov*

~three weeks later~

"Hey, I'm home!" I announced to the guys as I closed the front door. After not hearing anything I went into the living room, they weren't there. George's room, nothing. Until I heard the faint laughs coming from Sapnaps room, I pushed the door open to see them laughing at a video. My girlfriend nowhere in sight.

"Where is Y/n?" I asked, feeling myself get nervous. What part of '24/7 supervision' did they not understand?

"She said she wanted to take a bath to relax." Sapnap stated, after a brief moment we all looked at each other wide eyed. As if on cue we ran to the bathroom door, frantically knocking.

"Y/n?" Nothing, "Y/n! Open the door!" I banged on the door with my closed fists, praying she would open it. "How long has she been in there? You guys were supposed to watch her while I took my sister out!" I scolded them, fear settling in worse than before.

"I don't know!" George yelled back, looking at his phone and becoming flustered, "twenty minutes, maybe more."

I pushed them away from the door, took a deep breath and kicked the door in. The frame of the door splitting in the process but I didn't care.
Y/n's safety matters more than a replaceable door.

None of us were prepared for what we saw on the other side.

Y/n was unconscious in the tub, the water tinted a light shade of red. All she had on was fitted shorts and a sports bra, she was pale, under eyes dark from the lack of sleep she's been getting.

I dropped to my knees, sobs bursting from my chest. I crawled to the side of the tub and put my arms around her, pulling her out of the water. Cuts scattered her body, some deeper than others.

"Call 911! NOW!" I held her limp body in my hands as I screamed to whoever was listening.

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"She's stable for now." The nurse told us as we sat in the waiting room. I haven't said a word since I watched the EMT's roll her out of the house on a gurney.

"Thank you." Sapnap said to the nurse, she gave us a weak but caring smile and exited the room, leaving us alone. "Dream, I-"

"It's not your fault. I shouldn't have left." I said, my eyes stared at the tile on the ground. Dry tears were stained onto my cheeks, I think I've run out of tears to cry. My body was numb, knowing I could've prevented all of this.

"We thought she was getting better." George whispered, placing a hand on my shoulder. All I could do was nod, I wanted to say more, tell them I didn't blame them for what happened but words weren't forming.

We sat in the uncomfortable waiting chairs for hours, none of us daring to move until she was awake. Sapnap and George were going on their third cup of coffee to keep them awake. I didn't need caffeine, the fear of loosing her was enough to pry my eyes open.

"We have good and bad news. She's awake and asking for Clay." The doctor announced. I perked my head up and he tilted his head to the left, gesturing for me to follow. After we were in the hallway he began speaking again, "although she's awake we cannot allow her to leave easily. With this being her second attempt she's considered a danger to herself and is unable to make her own decisions. You're listed as her spouse so you will step in as her substituted consent."

"What does that mean?" I asked, not quite understanding any of this.

"It means that you decide if she's fit to go home or if we should admit her to psych. I understand this is a big decision so take all the time you need." I thought about my promise I had made to her, how I promised I wouldn't let them take her away. And now I had to be the one to decide if she was okay enough to go home.

"I promised I wouldn't let anyone take her from me..."

"You love this woman, correct?" He questioned, I looked up at him like he was crazy. Of course I do, more than anything in the world. I nodded my head. "Think about what's best for her. She needs help, real help. Think about what's best for her future."

Without another word I pushed open the door to her room. She had an IV and bandages along her arms, I wanted to cry seeing her sit there so helplessly. She lifted her hand the best she could to reach for me and I rushed forward, grabbing her hand gently and sitting at the edge of the bed, fighting tears.

"Hey baby.." I whispered, using my free hand to push her hair away from her face, "I talked to your doctor."

"Did he say I could come home?" She asked, her voice was scratchy and weak, only making this decision even harder. I knew what had to be done.

"Actually, princess, you're gonna go stay somewhere for a little bit, okay?" Her heart rate picked up, I felt her hand beginning to shake.

"No no no! Clay, no!" She cried, clinging to me.

"Hey, hey, listen." I held her head in my chest, trying my best to keep my composure. I looked up, taking a shaky deep breath. This has got to be one of the hardest things I'll do in my entire life, "You won't be gone long. These people want to help you feel better, alright? As soon as you're okay you'll come straight home, right back to me. I promise."

"Please don't send me away." Her tears slipped down her cheeks as they soaked into my shirt.

I knew this was what's best. It's not that I don't want to take care of her, it's that I can't. Caring for someone with an illness I don't understand how to help with will only make it harder on her.

"I have to, baby, it's the only way you're going to get better." I carefully tilted her head up a bit and placed a kiss on her forehead. "I'll be waiting for you at home. I promise." With that I stood up. I had to rip the bandaid off and leave, let the doctors to their job. Her monitors began beeping as her hands reached forward, begging for my grasp. I stepped back, letting myself cry. She began screaming and tugging at the soft cuffs that were placed on her wrists.

"Clay!" Nurses rushed into the room and tried getting her under control. "Clay, please!" I backed up even more, accidentally bumping into the wall before I turned out of the room. I fell onto the ground out of sight so she couldn't see me, trying my best to steady my breathing.

"I want to go home!!" She cried, moments later I heard nothing. Absolute and utter silence. They must have sedated her.

"You made the right choice." The doctor said from above me.

"How long will she be admitted?" I asked while I signed the papers he had handed me, my leg shaking as I sat on the cold ground. I handed the clip board back and began biting the skin off my thumb to the point it was bleeding, blood coating my tongue.

"It's hard to say. Go home and get some rest. Any updates we will call, any decisions to be made we will call."

I wiped my tears, trying my best to remind myself that this was the best option for her to heal.

"Let's go." I said to George and Sapnap, they were practically falling asleep in the chairs.

"Is Y/n coming home with us?" George asked, I could sense the doubt in his question. Deep down he knew she wasn't.

"I, uh, I admitted her. I didn't know what else to do." My voice was monotone, showing no emotion other than the hot tears flowing down my face at a consistent pace.

"She's gonna be okay, Dream." Sapnap said. I ignored him and walked out of the hospital.

Once we got home I sat on my bed, staring at the wall and counting down the days until she was home.