It was very, very, clear that Dream never goes out much or did. As for the first time after face revealing, he's been everywhere, he's almost traveled the whole world. But, after every single trip, he'd become sick with something.
As of right now, he was in Antarctica filming a Mr Beast video, and he was sickly ill. Coughing up blood, his voice was strained and cracky, and he looked dead. On top of that, he was in -20° weather, and that didn't help at all. He had to see some special doctor in Antarctica and try and read some language he didn't understand. He wanted to be home under his covers.
Though, throughout this harsh journey, he stuck by George's side. George seemed to be worried about him but kept to himself a bit as he didn't want it to be noticeable. But whenever Dream got a glimpse, George would be staring him up and down with a concerned look, it made Dream smile.
It sucked when he had to sit in his tent, alone, while he could hear his best friends laughing and having fun. It hurt him, why did he have to get sick now. He shivered under his sleeping bag, his hair draped over his eyes as he coughed and coughed. He groaned in pain as his stomach squeezed against his ribs.
He rolled onto his back, his arm falling over his eyes as he started to grow hot, he thought that would be impossible in such cold ass weather, but he was. He could hear George, Karl, and Sapnap filming their banter podcast, he smiled as he heard them. He reached over and snatched his water bottle, taking a quick sip before scooting back under the covers.
It felt like at least an hour passed before it grew silent outside, the only sound coming from the gusts of cold wind nearly knocking over their tents. He tried to wrap himself up in as many things as possible, but it wasn't really working. His eyes were heavy from exhaustion.
Suddenly, the sound of the tents zipper filled the air, his eyes popping open as he raised his head, his arm coming off his face to catch a glimpse of a figure in a orange coat. He smiled when he caught whose face it was, his arm falling back on his face as his head laid back against the soft fabric.
The man in the tent shivered and let out a breath as he sat in the corner. "How are you feeling?" He asked, staring at the blond who laid helplessly under the sleeping bag. "Could be a whole lot better, but I'm alright I guess." Dream replied, his voice croaked and raspy. The man giggled before scooting up next to his head, looking down at him.
"It's freezing out there." The man said, Dream lifted his arm off his face and stared up at the man. "Oh? No shit George." He said, they both laughed. George's fingers danced their way down into Dream's hair. "Are you still in any pain?" George asked, his face dropping to a more serious and concerned look. Dream chuckled, which turned into a cough that led to him sitting up to spit into a bag.
"Fuck, no." Dream let out, taking a breath. He laid back, his head falling on George's leg. "Are you cold?" George asked, going to pull more things onto him, or even just hold him. Dream shook his head and sat up, slightly pushing away from him. "I'm burning up." Dream said, his eyes heavy. "How's that possible?" George laughed. "I don't know, but I am." He said.
"Maybe it's because you-" George started but was cut off, "no, it's not because I grew up in Florida George." Dream chuckled. "I was more going to say it's because you're too hot for your body to handle, but.." George said, giving him a shrug. Dream grinned and sat up next to him, a shiver running down his back.
"What are Karl and Nick doing?" Dream asked, his head tilting down slightly to look into George's chocolate brown eyes that stared up into his foresty green eyes. "Recording a video for Karl's YouTube." George said, his eyes falling down to his boots. Dream smiled. "Is Jimmy still not back yet?" Dream asked. George shook his head. "How long has it been?" He asked, George only shrugged. "Wish I knew."
"I just wanna go home, I'm tired of being sick." Dream said. George sighed. Dream started growing cold again, extremely cold. His teeth chattered as he shivered, trying to slip back under the sleeping bag in his tight compression long sleeve shirt and his warm, heating pants. George looked at him. "Thought you weren't cold?" George said. "Well, I am now." Dream said, his eyes falling shut as he shivered hard, the wind blowing against the tent.
George sighed before slipping down and wrapping his arms around the blond, pulling him close against his chest. Dream let out a light cough before grabbing onto the coat wrapping George to keep himself warm from the weather. "God Dream, you're freezing!" George said, rubbing his hands up and down Dream's arm. "George, it's fucking -40° out, of course I'm going to be cold!" Dream said.
"Usually you're warm, like you've never been cold to the touch." George laughed. Dream shrugged and laid his head against his chest. "Just, keep me warm please George, I don't know how much longer I can take this stupid weather." Dream said. George laughed and held Dream tightly, slightly rocking them as the cold breeze whipped through. They could hear Karl and Sapnap a few feet away.
"Hope you get better Dream." George let out. Dream grinned and lifted his face, opening his eyes. "Thank you George, I love you." Dream replied. George only rolled his eyes and squeezed him tighter. "You'll feel better once we get home, I promise." George said, his hand still rubbing up and down Dream's arm. Dream let out a hum before his eyes fell shut. "I love you Clay."
