memories-dnf

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tw: vomiting?
talking about drug use

george pov

george was awake the whole time dream was gone. he just couldn't sleep. he actually tried but gave up around 2 am. since then he was just watching tv on the couch while being tired but not being able to fall asleep because of guilt and worry after sapnap called him and told him dream just ran off.
he was very surprised to hear the door bell ring at almosg 4 in the morning. and despite his thoughts telling him he probably shouldn't open the door he still made his way to the door having a little bit of hope it's gonna be dream and they could just fall asleep cuddling. and as he opened the door he thought his prayers must've been heard until he noticed something was incredibly wrong. "george!" dream exclaimed happily immediately pulling him in for a passionate kiss. not fully processing what was happening he kissed as if it were an instinct back. prepared for tasting alcohol on dreams tongue but when that didn't happen, he pulled back to really look at dream. dream frowned at the loss of contact and stumbled into his house. "are you drunk?" he carefully asked, confused about the situation. "oh little george, georgie my beloved" george cringed at the nickname he never called him "georgie" and dream took a short pause before he continued "why does everyone think i end up drunk again? i found something better!" george was still visible confused not sure was these words meant. "what did you do dream?" george was worried now. he didn't want to admit it but it was pretty clear dream was on some kind of substance and if he wasn't drunk it must be drugs. dream just grinned and slowly pulled his phone out and took the phone case off. "dream what are you-" george abruptly ended his sentence when he saw the bag that fell from dreams phone "whoops".  george immediately made his way towards it wanting to pick it up but dream was faster. "no no no" was all that dream said before stumbling further into their house on his way to the bedroom george assumed. george was faster than dream though mostly because he was sober and could walk normally. "dream." he tried to get the other to listen to him but with no luck. suddenly dream stopped george thought he finally got him but instead dream just made a sharp turn for the bathroom. oh no no no this couldn't end well.

george quickly followed just to find dream sitting at the toilet, not looking all to well. "are you okay?" george knew it wouldn't make any sense to confront him now or be mad. dream needed some kind of comfort right now. dream didn't say anything instead he just shook his head which he immeasurable regretted it just made him feel worse. "okay i'll be right back, stay strong love" dream scoffed at the pet name. the brunette didn't hear it anymore though he was already on his way to the kitchen grabbing a few water bottles and then back to the bathroom. "okay here maybe you should drink something hm?" georges voice was gentle he didn't knew what dream took but it could end up terribly wrong if george was to harsh to him. dream just shook his head again. "why are you even helping me george? i'm on drugs right now! i am a terrible person." george scooted a little closer to dream and soothingly rubbed circles on his back. "look dream i don't know why you did this but you aren't a terrible person and right now its more important to get you to feel alright again okay? we can discuss this more tomorrow when you're sober."
before dream could answer he was already throwing up. and george stayed by his side giving him one of the water bottles to drink something every now and then.

they were probably about 2 hours in the bathroom before dreamed felt okay enough to stand up again and go to their bedroom. it was about 6am when they were getting into bed and dream was definitely more clingy and quiet then usual but george didn't expect anything else. he himself would know best how it felt to have a small overdose, nothing to dangerous but still extremely scary for yourself. he blamed himself for all of this, how couldn't he? he made mistakes after mistake how could he ever thought their relationship was gonna be normal. maybe they weren't good for eachother. what if they just brought out the worst in eachother? as much as george didn't want to believe it he couldn't help but to overthink until he heard small sniffles coming from dream. "i'm so sorry george, i didnt mean to- i" george shushed him and told him its okay, dream didn't need to be sorry. the brunette just hold him close until slowly the crying turned into heavy breathing and the heavy breathing turned into an even slow one. soon after george also felt the exhaustion taking over him and he slowly drifted off to sleep.

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this is gonna be dreams pov again- i actually hate switching pov's mid chapter but its just a lot easier to write in dreams pov.

when dream woke up he was surprised to see he was cuddled up with george in bed, didn't he left last night? it all came crushing down at him at once, how he left sapnaps, went to the bar with that weird bartender and then- did he do drugs? oh shit he did. all the stirring of dream apparently woke george up and he just looked at dream with a worried look. why was everyone always so worried about him? it annoyed him. "are you feeling okay?" was the first thing george said. his voice still being raspy and sounding tired. dream just nodded, he couldn't remember all what happend but the fact he was home again probably meant george knew he took something. "do you feel ready to talk about what happened?" was the second thing george asked him. dream felt like he was being interrogated and he didn't like it at all. especially not right after he woke up. "yeah just- just one second" suddenly though a wave of nausea hit him and he was quick to shuffle out of bed and making his way to the bathroom. once again. george followed him like a lost puppy making sure dream was alright. "god what the hell did i take yesterday-" the blonde quietly mumbled not noticing george had followed him. "you don't even know what you took? oh my god dream-"
dream knew this had been a stupid decision but he really didn't need anyone else telling him that too. "i know george okay, it was stupid, i know, you dont need to tell me" surprised by his own sharpness he just grabbed one of the still full water bottles that were still laying on the floor and drank almost the whole bottle without taking a break. "i'm gonna shower" was all that dream said before hushing george outside and locking the door. he didn't feel like it would be safe for george to be around any longer and he felt disgusting so he decided a shower maybe would help. he quickly took off his clothes, checking his pockets before taking his shorts off. to his surprise there it was. the small bag which probably ruined his life. he put it on the sink and then after taking everything off he got into the shower almost immediately feeling better.

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