LifeLine ~ (Dnf? - Angst)

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George had suffered with mental problems for years. This wasn't anything new to the others. They sent Him to a hospital a year ago and he seemed to come out worse than he was before.

He won't talk about what happened in the hospital. When he returned he didn't speak to either of his friends for nearly a week.

Dream slowly awoke and came to his senses. He glanced around the bare walls of George's room before realizing the brunette was not next to him. His heart dropped for a moment before he took a deep breath and stood up.

He threw His legs over the edge of the bed and gained his balance on his feet. He heard the shower running in the bathroom connected to George's room. Carefully walking over to the door Dream placed a couple soft knocks on the door.

"George?" He said in a whisper. He could hear faint sobs from inside the room. "George? Are you alright?"

"Go away." The other responded. Dream looked at the door for a moment before sitting down right outside.

He paused, "..George you know I love you, right?"

The other choked on a few sobs before responding, "I told you to go away."

"Fine, fine, I'll leave you be." Dream stood up with a sigh and left George's room. He walked down the hall and into his bed room. Laying down in his own bed he dragged his hands down his face with a groan.

'Dumbass,'

He cursed himself mentally. He grabbed his phone and scrolled through the few notifications he had gotten over night.

He threw his phone with a quick flick of his wrist.

'Fuck, fuck, fuck,fuck, why did I say that.'

The blonde held his hands over his face. He took in a sharp breath and dragged his nails down his face trying to sooth his nerves; letting his hands fall over his stomach when he reached the end of his face.

Bitting the inside of his cheek he sat up and moved quickly to his feet.

The overwhelming feeling of anxiety was too much for Dream. He walked to his door and threw it open with quite a bit of aggression. He walked back down the hall into George's room. He opened the door, not bothering to knock first.

George was now laying on the floor with wet hair. He was wearing a red hoodie and black shorts. He had his arms sprawled out to his sides and he did the same with his legs. He laid looking at the ceiling and don't even turn to look at Dream when he entered the room.

George had tears running down his face, he closed his eyes.

"I told you-" George stopped his sentence as Dream sat down and pulled George up into a sitting position. Dream quickly hugged the other tightly. George let his hands fall to his sides limply as the blonde hugged him. He laid his head down on the talkers shoulder and continued to cry as he was before. Dream rubbed his back slowly as the brunette cried harder.

George hugged Dream back with all the effort he could give.

"I'm... really sorry."

"Shhh.." Dream pushed George's head towards himself. "You have nothing to be sorry about, okay?"

George nodded and pulled away from the hug. Dream whipped the tears off of George's face and smiled at him.

"Listen to me. All I have ever wanted is for you to be safe. I love you so much and you are perfect in every goddamn way, and if anyone tells you differently they are an idiot. I am always here for you and I am not leaving any time soon. I will never judge you for anything, ever."