Haven | Dreamnotfound

Too stubborn to die

Chapter 9

George was standing up by the door, leaning against the wall and watching Dream.

The boy was asleep. Or unconscious. George couldn't really tell at this point. He had moved him to the floor so he wouldn't fall off the toilet while doing the stitches.

It was a horrible experience, and made George realise he didn't even remember the time he got stitches in his leg, he had fallen unconscious.

Dream didn't until after he had finished.

George's hands were still shaky, and still coated in blood. George tried to clean the wound as much as possible before beginning and Dream had begun to cry at that point. Each thread and tug at his raw and injured skin just made Dream squirm and cry more.

George had cried a bit too. He was never good with other people crying, and he remembered how it felt in his leg. Dream never let go of George's shirt the whole time. A few times he wanted to hold George's hand but he had needed both hands free to stitch it up.

When George finished the stitches and tied them off, that's when his hands started shaking. He cleaned the wound again with water and Dream just sat their shaky.

George was pretty sure he was talking to Dream the whole time. Apologies, reassurances and even trying to tell a story to distract him. He wanted Dream to pass out. It would have been easier for them both. But the boy didn't.

It wasn't until after George had bandaged his arm again that Dream fell asleep. Or unconscious. Either way, his eyes were shut and his breathing was steady. He was still a little pale, but at least he wasn't crying. George took the material out of his mouth when he'd finish and wiped the tears off his face for him.

George kept looking out of the door in the hopes Sapnap would come. But he hadn't yet, and it had been a couple of hours.

George wanted to go find him, but knew he couldn't leave Dream. He wanted to go look in the gas station to see if there was anything useful, but knew better than to go alone. He wanted Dream to wake up, so he wasn't so alone while he waited. But he also wanted Dream to rest.

George hadn't moved from his spot for hours, the blood on his hands had dried and he knew he should wash them but couldn't bring himself to go to the sink yet.

Eventually, after the sun had passed it's peak in the sky, Dream stirred and George stared at him in apprehension.

"George? Sapnap?" Dream murmured, shifting on the floor, eyes slowly opening, blinking as he took in his surroundings.

George walked forward and knelt in front of him. Dream winced when he moved his arm, and looked down at the lack of sleeve, examining the bandaging.

"How are you feeling?"

"Not great, but a little better." Dream said, wiping his face. "Where's Sapnap?"

"He's not here yet."

"How long has it been?"

"It's um..." George wasn't sure whether to tell Dream or not. "It's the afternoon."

"Shit. Sapnap said he'd be here by lunch. It's been hours. There were only a few humans, he should be here by now." Dream tried to get to his feet, but George stopped him, hands on his shoulders.

"You've lost a bit of blood, and running back into the forest is going to get us nowhere. Sapnap could come here in the time we try to find him. Let's just wait the rest of the day and then decide what to do if he doesn't show up." George tried to reason.

"I can't leave him out there alone." Dream said, determined.

"He'll be fine. It's Sapnap. He'll do everything he can to get here."