It Was Enchanting To Meet You. || DNF

42. Enchanted leaf.

The sun was just beginning to rise, slowly peaking out from the treeline as George stayed awake, leaned up against the wall as the rays of sunlight bathed the cavern's floor. Every now and then, his brown eyes would glance over to the overheating blonde who slept peacefully, concern lacing his pretty features as he awaited his awakening. The brunette was tired, but not tired enough to fall asleep and abandon his plan on staying on watch out.

However, as George began to drift in and out of consciousness, a muffled shuffling sound of movement caught his attention, causing any feeling of exhaustion what so ever to leave his body as he snapped his head over to where Dream was laying. The blonde's face was scrunched up in annoyance and tiredness, the sunlight beaming him straight in the face as he attempted to adjust to the sudden blare of light.

"Goodmorning," George greeted, pushing himself up as he slowly and carefully made his way over to the sick dirty blonde, cautious as to not startle him. Emerald green eyes found hazel nut brown, a small smile lacing the blonde's lip as he responded with, "Goodmorning, George." The brunette just hummed in acknowledgement, taking the now dry cloth off the blonde's forehead, pressing his palm against it before moving away. "You're fever hasn't gone down in the slightest," the brit muttered bitterly under his breath, causing Dream to cock an eyebrow, amused. "It's only been one day, Georgie, calm down," the once masked man said. George scoffed, rolling his eyes as he retorted with, "I know that. And don't call me 'Georgie', idiot."

A low chuckle rumbled out of Dream's chest, his throat raspy from the lack of hydration as he watched George leave through the mouth of the cave, patiently waiting for the boy's return. And just as expected, George came back, the cloth now wet once more as he approached the familiar blonde. "Here," George said, sitting down at the edge of the makeshift bed as he hunched himself over, perfectly placing the rag on the boy's tanned forehead; all while Dream gazed up at him in admiration; the way that the brunette's eyebrows pinched together when he was really focused on something was enhancing, or how he gwaned at his bottom lip. Perhaps, it was how his eyes squinted together in an adorable manner.

"Did you sleep at all last night?" Dream questioned, taking notice of the dark bags that bloomed under the knight's eyes. "No," George deadpanned, not seeing a reason as to why he should lie to the blonde who saw right through him; having the ability to read him like an open book, an ability most people didn't have. The emerald eyed boy hummed under his breath, his eyelids still heavy with exhaustion as a gravy cough pushed past his lips. "Take this," the brunette instructed, tipping a bottle filled with water into the once masked man's mouth so that he could drink from it.

The water glided down Dream's throat with ease, satisyfing the dry skin as he relished in the moment of relief spreading throughout his body. "Thank you," the blonde muttered under his breath, moving away from the bottle as he offered the brunette a soft smile, who only evidently frowned in response. "Dream, you're getting worse," the hunter stated, causing the green eyed boy to sigh quietly. Of course Dream knew that he was getting worse; he knew it from the second he got bitten, but he didn't want George to be more stressed than he already was. "We have to do something," the hunter whispered, almost as though he was talking to himself rather than anyone else.

The brown eyed boy tore his gaze away from the ill male, gazing outside of the cave as his mind journeyed else where. "What's on your mind?" The sea green eyed boy asked, though he already knew the answer. "I'm trying to figure out how to make you heal faster-- or something that could help you with the sickness for now," the brit stated, causing the American to slowly nod. Before Dream could say anything, he watched as George gracefully slipped off the solid concrete, approaching the few small satchels that was here when they first arrived. "Maybe there's something in here that could help us," the hunter stated, though it sounded like it was more of a question.