Blurry Nights

Chapter Twenty-One | Bad

The time seemed to go slow in the room. Dream was sleeping peacefully on George's chest. There was nothing to look at, nothing to do.

George's energy had come back and he was able to think clearly and plan an escape. He thought Dream wouldn't be in the same room as him, so there had to be a reason.

When George heard the door unlock, he turned towards it but didn't move from his spot, not wanting to wake Dream. He gave them an evil glare, telling them not to step any closer. Dream couldn't protect himself, so George would do it for him.

"What do you want?" George growled. 

The man seemed different. He looked from George to Dream. "I'm just here to give Clay medicine..." he said, seemingly confused by his hostility. 

"No, leave him alone!" George snapped. 

The member backed off. "I promise I won't hurt him. I'm just following the rules."

Who is this guy?

"Who exactly are you? I've never seen you before," George said. 

"I'm Darryl, but you can call me Bad. I just started working here," the man answered. "Can I sit?" 

George was wary, but something in him was telling him to trust him, so he nodded his head. 

He sat across from George, keeping his distance.

"Do you know what's in the medication?" he asked. 

Bad shook his head. "No idea. I just do as I'm told." 

George raised his eyebrow. "Can I see it then?"

Bad looked around nervously. "I don't know if I can do that."

George sighed. It wasn't like he would know what it is. "Are there cameras in here?" 

"I don't think so," he answered. "Also, they didn't tell me your name." 

He didn't think there was any harm in introducing himself, so he went right ahead. "George. This is Clay; just call him Dream." George motioned toward the sleeping Dream. 

"I heard about Dream. Heard he was in trouble when I got here." Bad frowned.

Dream darted up, looking around the room in a panic. He noticed Bad sitting on the ground, and got up, blocking George. 

"Who are you?" he demanded. 

Bad scooched further away from the pair.

Dream looked like he was about to kill. 

"Dream, it's okay, this is Bad. He hasn't done anything to me," George said gently.

Dream was much more alert now that the medication had seemed to fade. Bad was obviously afraid of Dream due to the rumors which were mostly true.

"I really need to give you this medicine and get out. They're probably freaking out by now," Bad said, his words shaky. 

"Hell no!" Dream growled. 

George shook his head. "Just give me the medicine, I'll hide it."

Bad looked from George to Dream. Before he was able to do anything, a group of staff members entered the room, staring him down. Dream stood his ground, preparing to attack the staff at any moment.

Dave stepped forward. "Darryl? What's going on?" 

Bad's face conformed to a look of terror. "I was trying to give him it, but he was asleep when I got here! He just woke up." 

He was half-right; Dream was sleeping when he walked in.

"Come on. Gibson wants Dream and George in his office." Dave didn't even try to keep it quiet as if he were mocking the two. 

Bad looked back at Dream who hadn't changed his stance since the staff first came in. He got up and gave a slightly guilty look as he held out the pill. "I need to give you this."

Dream slapped the pill out of his hand, then stepped on it, turning it into powder. Bad didn't look surprised, just more nervous. 

Dave snapped, attacking Dream. Bad jumped out of the way, startled. 

He lunged back, slamming Dave to the ground. But as soon as he did so, the other staff were on top of him.

George tried to separate them, but he wasn't as strong as the others. Nobody saw it coming. The needle stabbed into Dream's neck. 

He stumbled back before getting his breath back. This time, Dream was able to take them down, but it wouldn't make a difference; he was already injected.

Dream panted, holding Dave down as the rest of the staff got their bearings, leaving the room before Dream could snatch them.

Bad glared at George, then at Dream. Dave panted still, waiting for Dream to weaken before trying to escape, and he did.

Dream tried to keep his balance and keep Dave on the ground, but he was already losing his strength. He stumbled against the wall, allowing the staff member to get to his feet and back toward the door.

Bad looked confused. George could only guess he was trying to decide either to stay and check on Dream or to go with Dave, out of the room. He gave Dream a saddened look before following Dave out.

George rushed over to Dream, catching him before he hit the floor. "

God damnit.." Dream mumbled, his words slurring. George sat on the floor, taking Dream with him.

He ran his hand through Dream's messy hair. "I'm sorry Dream." 

Dream shook his head, "Don't be, this isn't your fault."

He watched him as he took in a big breath. He was tired and seemed to be swaying in and out of consciousness. No words were said as Dream passed out.

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George watched the door, just knowing it would open. 

And it did, revealing Gibson with his hands stuffed in his pockets. He walked over to Dream and George, stopping a little bit away from the two.

"Clay always makes everything so much more complicated than it needs to be. If he would have just taken his medicine when Darryl gave it to him, he wouldn't be in this situation. 

"Nevertheless, work must go on, just as soon as Clay is more aware of his surroundings." Gibson chuckled.

George's eyes widened, his heart beating out of his chest. He was terrified. Gibson gave George a smirk before leaving the room.

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Onyx

i wanna punch gibson cause he's a meanie head

~lead editor ruby