Blurry Nights

Chapter Twenty | Drugged

Dream let out quiet breaths, he was fast asleep now. Neither had been bothered since the two had gotten to the cabin. It made George slightly worried, but in the end Dream was out of Gibson's reach.

He let out a deep sigh, glancing over to Dream. He let his eyes fall onto his lips, shaking the feeling to kiss him away.

A knock on the door interrupted his thoughts, causing him to jump out of the bed and shake Dream awake. Startled, he woke up with wide eyes glancing around in a startled haze.

"Get up, someone is here," George whispered. Dream, now more alert, got out of bed to answer the door. He was met by a group of staff members, the two were outnumbered. Dream moved in front of George, giving the staff a death stare.

"Both of you. Come with us, don't try to fight." Dave stepped forward. 

"You can do what you want to me but, you can't have George,"  Dream growled.

"You both broke the rules, and you both will receive the treatment needed so it doesn't happen again," Dave said his voice demanding.  

"You won't touch him, I won't allow it!" Dream stood his ground.

"Your clearly outnumbered, don't make this hard on yourself." Dave motioned to the group of staff members. 

"Don't make this hard on yourself," Dream shot back.

George knew Dream was getting into a fight that he wouldn't win. He was scared, he knew what they were capable of. He wanted Dream's protection but also didn't. It would get him hurt.

"It's fine. There's no point in fighting." George tried to step around Dream but he held his arm out, blocking George. No touch was shared.

"You're going to get hurt." George looked up towards Dream. 

"No matter what I do, I'm going to get hurt. But you don't deserve that, you did nothing wrong." Dream frowned, letting his hand fall back to his side.

With Dream somewhat distracted, they took the chance to lunge at George. But Dream stopped them, throwing a side punch landing straight in their gut. They stumbled back, another member stepped in trying to grab him but instead ended up get slammed into the ground.

Two came after him this time, being able to get one hit on Dream before he twisted them around than into the floor. George knew any minute he would be surrounded.

Dream switched back and forth between the two until one was knocked out against the wall. Dream broke another's nose and knocked out another before checking on George, obviously in pain.

They used that time to attack him all at once, landing kicks and punches wherever they would connect. Dream fought back, kicking one to the ground and punching at the another.

"Dream look out!" George screeched as another came behind him with a needle. Unfortunately Dream was too focused on the others to notice. They pushed the needle into his neck. He slammed them against the wall, causing them to drop the needle.

He tried his best to fight off the mob, but was growing weak. Dream stumbled to George, grasping onto him like his life depended on it.

George tried to hold him up but he was starting to stumble. "I'm sorry... I couldn't save you." Dream mumbled, a teardrop falling from his eyes onto George's shirt. He held him, running his hand through his hair. The staff didn't do anything and merely watched.

George held him until the staff approached him, ripping Dream from his grasp. He freaked and started to scream. "Dream! Dream!"

George tried to push the staff away from him, but he wasn't Dream; he couldn't fight them. They dragged George away from him kicking and screaming.

George was dragged to his cabin, getting thrown into his room. He ran to the door but wasn't fast enough. The door was already closed and locked.

"Dream!" George banged at the door until his knuckles bled. George slid down the door onto the floor. He pulled his arms to his chest letting all the tears fall.

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George didn't know that he fell asleep until he woke up against the door with his neck sore. He forced himself to his feet. He didn't know how long he had been asleep for. He didn't know how long Dream had been gone.

He walked over to the door, jiggling the doorknob to no avail. He kicked it out of frustration and walked away, making his way to Dream's bed. He got under the covers, taking in Dream's scent. He began to cry until he had no more tears left.

George heard the door unlocking. He ran toward the door in a desperate attempt to escape, but unfortunately they were waiting, grabbing George right at the door.

George kicked the man in the groin, causing him to stumble back. Hopeful, he ran out the door, slamming straight into another staff member who held George so the other could inject him with the needle.

Since George was smaller the effect was quicker. He stumbled instantly, feeling his energy drain like a full bathtub with the plug pulled. George tried to fight back, but it was useless.

They held him, walking him down the hall. Though weak, George glared around, looking for Dream. He never found him though, and he was pushed into a suicide room, stumbling to his knees.

He got up stumbling around looking for any kind of exit. The room made him dizzy being surrounded by nothing but white.

No wonder Dream never wanted to stay in this room.

Tired, he slid against the wall and onto the ground. He held his eyes open, watching the door for anyone to come in. There was no way George could get pass anyone in this state.

George eventually let his eyes close. If he wanted to find Dream, he had to sleep the medication away.

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George groaned, waking up in the room still. To his surprise Dream was across from him, sitting against the wall. Dream looked up from the door noticing George was awake. He gave him a weak smile but didn't move.

"Dream!" George tried to rush over to him but instead he stumbled falling to his knees. 

"There's no point in trying; we're drugged." Dream let his head fall.

George frowned, crawling over to Dream and leaning against the wall. He looked over at him and rested his skull on George's shoulder. Every attempt Dream made to move did nothing. He couldn't even keep his head up. George could at least lift his head and crawl around. Dream could do neither.

"What did they give you? You can't even keep your head up," George asked, looking over at him. 

"I don't know, but it's strong, I can't even think straight."

"They basically demobilized you."

"Yeah.. Can't fight if I can't move," Dream sighed.

"What happened after they took you away?" George asked, but Dream was too tired to answer. "Just sleep Dream, I'll take care of you."

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Los drugas! Anyway! Not discontinued just busy, I've been Playing Red Dead Redemption three week straight then playing some house flippers! But Im going to try to get back to writing but don't hold me on that!

Stay calm, Stay Alive
Onyx

drugs are bad kids

~lead editor ruby