Dreamnotfound one shots

Let me help you

Prompt: another sickfic bc they are good

Words: 1566
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"Hey, George?"

"Yeah, what's up?"

"Can you make some soup for Dream? He's like stupid sick right now" Sapnap questioned.

"What? How sick, is he okay?" George panicked. Not wanting his boyfriend to be sick.

"No. He can barely keep his eyes open for more than five minutes, and he won't move." Sapnap groaned.

George dropped the book he was reading, and rushed to their shared bedroom. Gently pushing the door open, George scoured the room for Dream.

He was laying in a mess of pillows, and snuggled face first into heaps of blankets. His face was pushed to side to breathe, but otherwise exhausted.

George had been sleeping beside him only hours before Sapnap told him he was sick. So this was definitely a surprise.

Walking towards the bed, George sat down on the edge. Seeing dreams lips parted. Meaning his nose was too stuffed to breathe.

He softly rubbed his palm over dreams forehead. Feeling his warm temperature, while pushing his hair away.

Dreams eyes fluttered open. The wonderful green irises being strained red from lack of sleep.
His eyes were droopy, and having trouble focusing on George. So he just closed them again.

George kissed his head, as Dream reached for George's arm. Wanting to feel less lonely.

He felt like shit. His head was pulsing with headaches, and he was shaky from random chills.

"Hey, baby.. how we feeling? Sapnap told me you weren't feeling well"

Dream groaned and nodded into the pillow. Fluffing his hair, George didn't know how to make dream feel less awful. Medicine could only do so much, and he was way too groggy to see a doctor.

Dream moved to rest his head on George's thigh. Feeling the fabric of George's sweatpants.

"Oh, Dream... you look awful" George pitifully cooed.

Dreams breath was hitched, and his palms were sweating uncomfortably. Still being far too sleepy to respond.

"Do you want to me to bring you some soup? It will make your throat feel better"

Not waiting for a response, George just left to get the soup. Not that dream noticed, or cared. He immediately had slipped back into sleep.

His throat burned every time he swallowed, and dehydration longed on his tongue.

George soon returned back with a hot bowl of soup, and a small cup of medicine.
He sat down, and helped dream sit up.

He watched dreams hazy expression, and he looked dazed out of his mind. His head was weighed down forward, while he let out huffs of tiredness.

Carefully scooping the soup with a metal spoon, he brought it to dreams lips. Green eyes met George's brown ones.

Pinching dreams nose, George fed him the medicine. Making sure he wouldn't taste it too much.

Dream swallowed the soup, and felt how full he already felt. He knew he didn't have an appetite, but still let George make him soup.

So he forced himself to eat it. Not wanting for George's soup to go to waste.

"Come on dream, you need to eat.. you're definitely malnourished.."

Dream hiccuped, while George softly giggled. Finding the 'hic' sound he made to be cute.
Continuing to feed Dream the soup, George smiled at his rosy cheeks complimenting his freckles.