Blurry Nights

Chapter Twenty-Eight | Anything

George approached Sapnap, who nervously fiddled with his fingers, refusing to catch George's gaze. "Sapnap, It's about Karl." George frowned. Sapnap looked up for a moment before looking away. "Where is he?" Sapnap questioned.
 
George felt tears come to his eyes. He shut them in an attempt to stop the tears. "Dexile Coast... with Dream." 
 
Unlike before, Sapnap looked him straight in the eyes, terror in his widening eyes. Sapnap got up, slamming the chair onto the floor and grabbing the attention of everyone in the room.
 
"They are going to get him killed!" Sapnap yelled. George's jaw dropped to the floor. "What do you mean!?" 
 
George didn't give any care to anyone in the room, including the staff, who seemed confused with what to do with the situation.
 
"They are crazy over there!" "Everyone gets treated like fucking animals!" Sapnap snapped. "What do you mean?" Sapnap, how do you know this?" George pushed the angry Sapnap "Because I was there until my friend bailed me out!" Sapnap spat fire through his spit.
 
"He has no muscles on him; one jab with a pole and he will collapse!" I should be there! Not him! Me!" Sapnap targeted it at the staff. 
 
Dave came rushing in upon hearing the comotion, the patients stared at Sapnap with fear. "If you don't get back to what you are doing, I'll send you there too!" Dave snapped at the other patients, who scattered away, but Sapnap wasn't fazed.
 
"Do it!  "Send me there, bitch!" Sapnap spat at Dave, who stepped back not expecting that kind of response. Sapnap was pissed.
 
Dave got his bearings and motioned the staff towards Sapnap. He was able to punch one in the nose before he was grabbed and slammed against the wall. Sapnap wasn't as strong as Dream, but that didn't mean he wouldn't try.
 
They had to drag Sapnap through the doors, screaming and struggling in their grasp. Everyone looked around, frightened by what had happened. 
 
George sat down at a table, letting his mind flash back to what Sapnap said about Dexile Coast as he let tears cloud his view. 
 
He had to talk to Gibson.
 
"Everyone to their cabins, let's go!" Dave snapped, causing the patients to get in single file and follow the staff to their cabins. When George got to his cabin, he stopped at the door, causing the staff to stop and look confused.
 
"I need to talk to Gibson; I won't go inside until I talk to him." George was expecting them to say no and force him into the room, but instead they led George back to the main area.
 
He followed them silently until they came up to Gibson's office and knocked on the door. The door opened, causing a shiver to go down his spine. It was far too soon to be seeing Gibson after what he did.
 
"George, I didn't expect to see you so soon." He smirked, sitting down at his desk. George sat down in front of him, avoiding his eyes. "If you want to talk to me, you're going to need to look at me." Gibson chuckled. Despite how much fear Gibson gave him, he had to obey to possibly get Dream back. 
 
"What can I do to get Dream back here." George spoke with no emotion. Gibson laughed, "Missing him already? "Should have followed the rules then." George looked to the floor with guilt. "It won't happen again," was all George could say.
 
"How can I trust that?" Gibson questioned the evil smirk never leaving his lips. "I won't talk to him; go near him." "Whatever you want." George's voice was flat.
 
"You must understand, I am only trying to help you get better." "Clay is a distraction." Gibson spoke his voice cold. "I know."  George wanted to be obedient; maybe then he would let Dream come back.
 
"I'll think about it; now be good and go back to your cabin." Gibson sat up, letting in the guards who waited outside the door. Gibson and George exchanged glances before going their separate ways.
 
George followed them back to his cabin with zero problems. He climbed into Dream's bed, pulling the covers over him. The scent was fading away, replaced with his own. 
 
George wondered if Sapnap was put in the suicide room after his outburst. He wouldn't think any less. He questioned if Gibson was doing anything to the other patients like he was to Dream, and it made him sick to his stomach.
 
The door opened, startling George. Luckily, it was just Bad. "Doing any better?" Bad asked, sitting down on the chair next to his bed. George shook his head instead of responding. "I really am sorry about Dream; he seemed like a good guy." Bad said his voice soft and calm compared to Gibson's.
 
"Than help me?" George spoke, his voice coming out harsh even though he never meant for it to. "How?  "I barely know anyone here?" Bad pouted. George groaned, turning away from Bad. "I'll try, okay?" Bad concluded.
 
"Thank you." George gave him a slight smile before turning away again and telling Bad that he was done talking and just wanted to be left alone. Bad got up, leaving the room, and left George to himself. George finally let himself relax, letting his tired body drift into sleep.
 
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George had been woken up by nightmares all night, leaving him restless. After awhile, he gave up and just sat on his bed. He knew it might be a bit before he gets a response from Gibson or can go back to the main area after the chaos Sapnap caused.
 
George didn't mind being away from the staff and the strangers that he didn't care to know. He didn't want to get better anymore. How could he want to get better when the leader Gibson himself was a homosexual? As much as George didn't want to believe it, there was no changing.
 
George did believe that there was something wrong with him, but he knew there was no way of fixing it. He would be gay forever, but at least he would have Dream, right?
 

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Poor Gogs, Season 3 of Colony Of Kingdoms SMP just started and it's been amazing playing with my old friends but I still plan to make time for my lovely psychopathic children!

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Stay Calm, Stay Alive
Onyx

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Gibson stinks
- Arius :)