Special thanks to my assistant. I was playing Doors and I CANT FUCKING PASS LEVEL 50 THAT THING CANT HAVE A RANDOM PATH IT FOLLOWS ME.
uhm, anyways, I'm going to post 3 chapters so in this you dont have to comment ur ideas, do it after the final one. It will be 2 fluff and one smut, so enjoy :D
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Not everyone has a strong immune system, they get sick easly when the weather changes quickly and have to be careful going outside with the wind.
(Fun fact, I have this and now I'm sick, like every other summer :,D)
It was the end of summer, usually there would be sunny and hot days, or, windy and rainy ones. This weather did not do much good to George, who was now sick.
It wasn't anything bad, just a normal cold.(I'm surprised u English ppl call it like this-) His nose had a little red shade to the sides for all the times he passed a patch on it, he felt weak and sleepy most of the time.
That is why he stayed in bed, he hated this, he loved going around the house and helping with all sort of things. But now, he just wished he could breath properly and keep his eyes open.
Dream was taking care of him, he would bring food and drinks to him, along with medicines. When he wasn't outside, streaming or cleaning the house, he was with George.
He would do anything the other would ask to make him feel better, it made both of them happy.
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"He will never drink this.."
Dream sighed as he saw what the doctor gave him. It was a small bottle with a white cap, all sort of things written on the paper that hugged all around it.
When it came to medicine, food or new experiences George would always decline. He was stubborn and didn't like new things much, especially if they tasted like oranges.
He grabbed the little bottle along with a cup, he had a defeated face knowing it would be a lost battle with the brit. Patches followed him close to his feet, her tail barely touching him.
He opened the door slowly as to not disturb the other, he smiled seeing him sleeping peacefully. His back was facing him, a fluffy blue blanket over him, giving warm to his body.
He was in a fetal position, arms on his legs as his mind traveled in the land of dreams. The blonde made his way to the other side of the bed, looking at George's face.
His eyes were closed shut, his mouth was slightly agape, showing his teeth, his chest rising up and down slowly.
Dream didn't want to wake him up but he had to, he looked so cute like this. What he didn't have the courage to do, did Patches. She jumped on the bed and got close to the brunettes ear, meowing almost too silently in it.
She then ran towards the blonde and jumped down the bed, hiding quickly under it. He thanked her mentally for not making him do that, she's a smart girl.
George squirmed, opening his eyes just to close them again with a groan as the light outside hit them. The clouds in the sky making a really bright white shade, it was even worse then the sun itself.
"Darling you need to take your medicine"
George opened his eyes again, now looking at him. Dream sat on the bed and showed him the bottle along with the cup. He just got a confused face in response.
"That is not what I usually take..."
"I know but, the doctor said you have to try this"
"I don't want to!"
With that he hid his head under the blanket again, trying to fall asleep. Dream sighed and put both of the items down on the nightstand. He got closer to George and laid down with him.
His breath making the blankets fluff move just slightly.
Cute, brown eyes poked out of the cover and looked at him. He smiled back, they seemed angry but he didn't care, what he was caring about now is how he would be able to make him take the medicine.
"Open your arms"
The raspy voice said, letting the blanket fall down his arms, freeing them. The blonde did so and found George shoving himself between them, his face laying in the crook of his neck.
He listened to the uncoordinated and weak breath against his skin, he was breathing with his mouth.
"Breath with your nose, its better for your health"
He felt George close his mouth, the now weak air coming from his nose. His hands began to explore the blonde's body, he actually did it unconsciously but the younger didn't know.
He slid his right hand under his arm, now caressing his back as he pushed Dream back to him, his head going upwards making the other do the same.
They were now neck to neck. The blonde felt the others Adam's apple bob up and down, making him do the same.
After that there was no movement, just silence. Dream didn't know if George was trying to give him signals or not. As he was trying to get comfortable without waking him up, an idea came to his mind.
Your mind is too weak now to process things as good as before, I can just trick you.
It was true, its like when you are drunk or something, that is how George was after waking up when he was sick, that is why some of the things he does or says don't make sense or don't seem to be said by him.
He slowly turned on his back and grabbed the cup, placing it on the covers. He took the bottle and poured the medicine into the cup, all of this while trying not to spill it over the bed.
He then throwed the now empty bottle on the nightstand, just for it to roll down on the carpet floor. He sighed, and grabbed the cup again, he sat on his elbow with the other arm, helping himself to sit up propely.
George woke up again, he could quickly fall asleep, sitting up too in front of the blonde. He looked at the cup in his hand and looked up at him.
"It's some juice, want some?"
"Juice?...yeah why not.."
Dream chuckled as he handed the cup to him, he really was easy to trick. He watched as he grabbed the cup with both hands, bringing it to his mouth.
He drinked all of it without complaining, probaly couldn't taste it as much. He then closed his eyes when he finished it, holdeing the cup between his legs. He looked like he was trying to catch his breath.
"What kind of juice was it?"
"Does it matter?"
George hummed and heanded the cup at him again, Dream picked it up and placed it on the nightstand. He was quickly dragged down on the bed again, the brunette enjoying his warm body before going to sleep again.
Dream decided he had nothing to do, so he just slept with him, enjoying his small presence.
