Blurry Nights

Chapter Sixteen | Gibson Doesn't Own You

George sat on the toilet seat, hearing the water run. He wasn't very happy at the fact Dream wouldn't let him in there. George wouldn't care, but he was afraid Dream would trip and fall.

Dream had taken off his clothes in the shower so George couldn't see anything, which he was grateful for, because whether he liked it or not, he thought Dream was attractive. The staff would stun George for any thought he kept hidden.

"Shit," Dream mumbled, grabbing George's attention. He got up, prepared to go in if needed.

"You okay?" George asked, looking at the curtains as if he could somehow see through them.

"YeahㅡI'm fine, just touched a sensitive spot," Dream reassured. It didn't change the fact that He was now much more alert knowing he was in pain.

"Are you sure?" he double-checked, hoping that Dream would change his mind and let George help.

"Yeah, I'm good," Dream said, seemingly distracted by something.

"...Is something bothering you?" he asked slowly, hoping for some kind of useful answer.

"No, just tired," Dream answered. George sighed, sitting back down on the toilet seat despite wanting to be prepared to help him.

George heard the water shut off, easily grabbing his attention.

"Can you hand me a towel?" Dream asked.

George handed him a towel. "Can I at least help you out of the shower?"

He peeked out and nodded slowly, pulling the towel around his waist. He took Dream's hand, helping him out. Dream stumbled for a moment before stabilizing himself. "Thanks." Dream smiled. His hair was damp, and the only thing hiding Dream from George was the towel.

...And George couldn't lie... he wanted to see the full extent of the damage done to Dream. Yes. The full extent.

"Can you leave so I can get dressed?" Dream asked.

"No, but I can turn around," George chuckled and turned away from Dream.

Once he was done, he got in front of George. He felt so small next to Dream.

"Your bed is a mess, and you're clean... So do you want to just sleep with me again?" George asked, but it wasn't like he was lying; Dream's bed was indeed a mess.

"I guess..." Dream replied nervously. George smiled, reassuring him that everything would be fine.

George helped Dream into George's bed. He disappeared into the covers in an instant out of habit. He felt somewhat safe under the covers, so George understood.

George came in beside him, joining Dream under the covers. The two stared into each other's eyes, neither wanting to break the precious eye contact. Without thinking, George brushed a loose strand of hair out of Dream's eyes. Dream didn't pull away like he usually did.

It seems like Gibson hasn't made his walls go up 100%, he mused silently.

"You're cute," Dream said without thinking, his eyes instantly widening. "I'm sorryㅡIㅡ"

George stopped him from speaking further, a shy smile on his face. "It's okay, I'm not going to tell anyone or hurt you, ever."

Dream touched George's forehead for a second before pulling away with a deep sigh. "I want to kiss you so badly..." Dream mumbled causing George's eyes to widen and his heart to race.

"What's stopping you?" George asked. He knew the consequences, but he could care less. He could never want the same more.

"Gibson," Dream mumbled. He touched foreheads with Dream, hushing him again.

"Gibson doesn't own you," he said in a soft tone.

"He does..." Dream whispered, looking away from George's eyes despite them being right in front of him.

George knew Dream wouldn't do it, so George had to. He connected lips with Dream for a moment, a short while. He pulled away after, running his hand through Dream's messy hair.

"Gibson doesn't own you."

Dream blinked a few times before putting his hands around George's waist, pulling him into his chest. George let out a deep sigh, taking in the warmth of Dream.

"We're doomed..." George mumbled into Dream's chest.

"Yes. We are." Dream didn't lie: he knew how bad the situation was.

The two laid there, just taking in each other's warmth. Eventually, though, they got some much needed sleep.

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They woke up to an alarm. Clearly, the meetings were over.

George groaned, snuggling closer into Dream's chest.

"George, we gotta get up." He tried to wake him up.

George opened his eyes, backing away so he could see his sleepy face. George smiled at Dream who smiled back in return. He helped him out of bed and they walked together, out of the cabin and into the main area.

They sat next to each other this time. The rest of the people waited for an announcement to be made or some kind of speech. Gibson appeared causing George to let out a low growl that only Dream could hear.

He walked up in front of the group with a cheery expression. "Morning! Meetings should continue as usual! Extra treatment has been approved for select patients, so members of the staff should come and get you when it is your turn," Gibson said causing George and Dream to exchange glances.

What exactly is this new treatment? he thought, his stomach flipping.

The group was dismissed, and everyone went their separate ways. As much as George wanted to stay with Dream, he knew he had to go his separate ways until they got safely back to their cabin.

George found Sapnap who seemed more nervous than usual. He was shaky and alert, glancing around as if looking for something.

"Sapnap?" George asked with a frown.

Sapnap leaned closer. "They took Karl."

George's eyes widened. "What?" he whispered, trying to hide how frightened he looked.

"I messed up, okay? I don't know what to do..." Sapnap tried his hardest to keep the tears in, but they threatened to spill over.

George didn't know what to do. This made no sense.

"You're friends with Dream! Ask him; he's been taken through the doors," Sapnap begged.

"Calm down, okay? I'll talk to Dream, everything will be okay," George hushed as tears dripped down Sapnap's cheeks.

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Only could be fluffy for so long. What do you think happened between Karl and Sapnap?

Stay calm, Stay Alive
Onyx

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