Blurry Nights

Chapter Fifteen | Fine

Dream refused to look at George as he inspected his body, tapping water on the wounds. "You're an idiot," George sighed. Dream gave him a slight smile before pulling away as he tapped a sensitive spot.

He grabbed his shirt from George and pulled it back on, much to his dismay. "Dream, I wasn't done," George complained.

"I'm fine, I'll be fine." Dream pushed himself into a sitting position, groaning in pain.

"Dream! My God, lie down! You're going to hurt yourself." George pushed Dream back, stopping him from getting up.

"I'm fine. I'm used to dealing with this alone," he said.

He raised his eyebrow. "What do you mean?"

"I've been Gibson's pet for a long time. Long before you got here," Dream said, leaning back into his bed. "I used to think it was fine; that it would make me better." He paused as if he was looking back into the past, and it was screaming at him to be quiet. "...But eventually I learned that it would change nothing when I met that boy.

"I really wish you weren't here. This would be so much easier," he finished, running his hand through his messy hair.

George shook his head. "Well, I am here, and I met you." He gave Dream a comforting smile, and he gave him a slight smile in return.

"Can I lie next to you?" George asked. Dream's face looked panicked for a moment before he shook his head.

"It's best if you stay in your own bed." By the look on Dream's face, he was hiding something.

"What are you hiding from me?" George asked, inspecting Dream as if he would just get the answers.

He shook his head again. "Nothing. I just want my bed to myself. Plus: I'm quite tired."

He still felt as if Dream was hiding something and had to know what. George would just have to wait till his cabinmate was asleep. With that, George nodded to himself and went to his own bed.

He couldn't be sure if Dream was asleep because he was hidden under the covers, but George trusted his instincts.

George carefully slipped out of bed, creeping his way over to Dream. He heard no noise, saw no movement, nothing. He carefully lifted the covers, revealing the markings that were already discovered.

He inspected the areas he had missed, but his gaze was instantly drawn to a certain spot on the sheet, which eventually led him to another. George's eyes widened, and he covered Dream back up before scurrying back to his bed.

George didn't know what to do. What could he do? Dream was bleeding! His fury was all he could see. He wanted to beat Gibson shitless, and the desire grew with every day that passed.

He waited nervously for him to wake up. George couldn't deny what he knew, and he needed answers that only Dream could give.

When Dream peeked out from the covers and saw George's face, he frowned, confused. George got a chair setting it beside Dream's bed.

"Why do you hide secrets from me?" He crossed his arms. "I already know what Gibson is doing to you."

"I know. There's nothing you can do, so there's no point in going into details," he sighed.

"What else are you not telling me?" George asked, nervousness making his voice quiver.

"George, it doesn't matter," Dream groaned, annoyed with all the questions. "You know everything, what else am I to tell?"

George sighed. Time to reveal what I really know. "I saw the blood."

"And? Like I said, you know what he's doing." Dream sounded almost emotionless.

"Dream, I'm begging you! You can't keep doing this!" he begged, but he still refused.

"I'm fine. I'm not going back to that room. I'm not going to be without you." Dream glanced over and ensnared George in his emerald gaze.

Neither wanted to look away. George knew how he felt about Dream, but he had no clue how Dream felt.

He looked away, a clear blush on his face. "Sorry," Dream apologized.

"It's fine." George blushed back at Dream.

It had begun to get dark, the stars peeking through the cabin's single window.

Dream was clearly tired. George had a hard time sleeping, tossing and turning all night long.

He had nightmares about what Gibson was doing. He wanted to wake up crying, but didn't want to wake Dream. George could never go through what he was without breaking down. He wasn't strong like him; he could break so easily.

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The sun streamed through the window, lighting the once-dark room.

George heard shuffling from Dream's side.

He turned around, catching a tired Dream who had messy hair and bags under his eyes. Clearly, he didn't get much sleep either.

George pushed up, sitting on top of his bed. Dream was still under the covers, almost trying to avoid his cabinmate, but his eyes always wandered back to George's brown ones.

"Did you get any sleep?" Dream raspy morning voice spoke through the silence.

George shook his head. "You haven't either," he chuckled to lighten the mood.

Dream pulled the cover off himself, stumbling out of bed, his legs shaky. George got up too, rushing over to Dream's aid. He took the help, though his face said otherwise, twisted into a look of worry and alarm.

"I just need to use the restroom and take a shower," Dream said nervously. George nodded, helping Dream to the restroom. He let go of him, holding onto the sink counter for support.

"I got it from here, thanks." Dream gave George a slight smile, but he was too worried.

"What if you fall? You can barely stand up?"

"I'm a mess, George. I really need a shower."

"Then let me help." George didn't know what exactly he was saying, but Dream's face turned deep red in embarrassment.

"No! Are you crazy? We can't shower together!"

"I—I don't have to take off my clothes if it makes you so uncomfortable, but I refuse to leave you alone in case you fall and hit your head." George crossed his arms.

Dream shook his head. "You can't, I'll be fine," Dream tried

"I'm not leaving."

Dream looked back and forth for some kind of answer for what to do. He came to a compromise quickly. "How about you stand outside the shower, and if I fall, I'll tell you."

George didn't want to say "Yes" because he just knew Dream would fall without his help, but at least it was something. "Fine," he concluded. "But I'm coming in if necessary."

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