paint splattered scars || dnf

The Call

Yo! I'm glad y'all are enjoying this and tysm for almost 2K reads??! We were at 1k yesterday I think. But let's jump right into the chapter because I may or may not have left off on something big yesterday.

TW: texting and drinking, hospitals, cuts, injuries, broken bones

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Dream arrived at his house after about ten minutes. He decided to text George, just to let him know. He stopped Sapnap's bike and left it in the side of his porch. He'd almost hoped that George would beat him there, but he knew it was unlikely. Bad's house was much closer to his own than Karl's.

Though, after about ten minutes of waiting, Dream began to worry, and by the time another ten had passed, he called Karl.

"Hey? Has George left yet?"

"Yeah? He left, like a half hour ago. Is he not there?"

"No, he isn't. I— One second I'm getting another call." Dream accepted the call, his heart beating rapidly. He almost didn't hear what the person on the other end said.

"...is this Clay?"

"Uh, yes. It is."

"Hello, Clay. I'm Nurse Eret at the local hospital. This number was the only one saved in our patients phone. Do you know a George Davidson?" asked the person on the other end.

"I... What?"

"Are you a relative of George Davidson? He's been in a car crash and this is the only number that in his phone that was saved."

"Wait— What happened to George?!"

"I'm sorry, he's been in an car crash. His car was hit from the side at an intersection. He's stable but he is unconscious."

"Was it an accident?" Dream asked. He wasn't scared or sad or angry. Not in that moment.

"Yes, a car accident."

"No- No did he do it on purpose."

"I'm sorry, sir— Can I call you sir?"

"I don't care what you call me! Is he okay?!"

"We aren't sure about the circumstances of the crash yet. And yes, he should be okay. He has a few cracked ribs and like I said, is currently unconscious. We'll have some more information soon. Would you like to come in to the hospital?"

"Yes! Yes, I'll be there soon. I'll be there."

"Okay. I'm sorry again."

Dream hung up the phone. His face felt tingly, like it was going numb from frostbite. He knew that soon he'd be too panicked to get anywhere, so he grabbed his keys inside and jumped into his car as fast as he could.

It didn't take long to get to the hospital, but the wait to talk to Eret again and see George felt like a thousand years. The worst possible cases were the only thing he could think about. It made his stomach swirl, and not in the way it usually did when he thought about George. No. No, this was bad.

Dream knew what was coming. These were the early signs of a panic attack. The nausea, the tingly face, the racing heart. Dream hadn't had a panic attack in months. He'd been okay, but it felt like the world was crashing down. His world, specifically.

That's selfish. You're not the one unconscious in a hospital bed, he thought. But... no, that wasn't his voice. That was the voice he hadn't heard for months. This can't be happening—

"Clay?" asked a person with a British accent, not unlike George's. "Are you Clay?" they asked. Dream glanced up at the little tag on their shirt.

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