paint splattered scars || dnf

Stay Safe

Another new chapter after yesterday? :00

That's right i wrote this instead of doing my homework.

Hope y'all like this chapter. I have a feeling you will... Or... idk maybe not. We'll see. And yk, comment while you read bc i wanna see y'all's reactions.

Tysm for the reads n stuff this is way more than i ever could've asked for <33

TW: (spoilers ahead) self harm, abuse/abuser, panic/anxiety, hospitals, violence, blood, mention of underage drinking, car accident, death, attacking shit, voices (barely this chapter) (lmk if i missed anything!!!)

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His voice is just barely there. It's a little raspy and very quiet. Still, it's enough. Dream stands up quickly, almost knocking over the chair as he shoves past Bad and Sapnap.

"Hey— hi— George..." he splutters. He can here Eret behind him, probably rushing to get another nurse or doctor.

George squints his eyes in the light, not responding to Dream.

"Are you... okay? How're you doing?" Dream watches as tears form in the corners of George's eyes. He reaches for Dream's hand desperately, his eyes widening as some doctor enters the room.

"No... no. Please get... get the fuck away from me. Please no- no no no- I can't- Dream, please-" His voice breaks a bit, probably from disuse. He's gripping Dream's arm like if he let's go he'll float away.

"Out of the way. We need to check him," the doctor demands.

Dream stumbles out of the way. Sapnap and Bad must've been ushered out of the room, because they're no longer sitting there in the chairs.

"No please! Please-" George screams.

He sounds so fucking terrified. Why- Why does he sound so scared.

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"...clay?" George spots his blond hair and atrocious green hoodie first. It's so fucking bright... he thinks.

In a moment, Dream is beside him. He's asking him questions but he can't answer. His brain is trying to sort through everything at the moment and it's top priority is figuring out where the fuck he is.

The disgustingly too clean smell and bright lights should've given it away, but what really makes him realize is the person in scrubs rushing out of the room, calling for a doctor.

George grips onto Dream's arm. The last time he had to go to the hospital... It didn't end well. In fact, it ended horribly and probably should've resulted in a second hospital visit.

Hospital's contact parents. And legal guardians.

He's going to know I'm here. He's going to have to pay for this... Fuck how long have I been here?

George's eyes widen as the doctor reappears with the nurse from before. No no no.

George is aware of the screaming and only seventy percent sure that it's coming from him.

He can not be in a hospital. No operations, no blood tests, no medications. Those things cost money. Money that can not be wasted on him or... Things may not go too well.

Dream is pushed out of the way.

The doctor is asking him questions he thinks, but he can't answer with his heart in his throat. George lashes his arm out, hitting the doctor in the face harder than he meant.