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29

George

tw: strong s/h 

I wake next to Dream. He's already awake and is staring at the ceiling. Early morning light is filtering in through the curtains and it's just enough to see Sapnap asleep on the other side of him.

Why's my shirt off?

Oh. Right.

It's all starting to come back in an awful headache sort of way. Like all of my bad decisions are paying me back for what I did. 

Nauseating stomach pain rocks my body and I sit up quickly, crawling over both of them and practically falling off the bed.

"What's wrong George?" Dream asks me.

"Don't feel so good." I dry gag. Dream gets up quickly, wrapping a hand around my back.

"Bathroom. Stat."

Today is getting worse. A hangover and bad decision forming a cloud in my head.

Leaning over the toilet my sides heave but fail to make me sick. The feeling is so disgusting that right in that moment I wish I was dead.

Instead I start crying. My entire body is shaking, nothing being bought up to ease the pain.

I hit the sink to try and shock myself into stopping but it doesn't work. I just have to breathe through it. My tears drop into the bowl, the water rippling. 

"Sorry George," Dream says quietly.

I cough, an ugly sound that hurts my stomach more.

"What for?" I choke out. I gag again and finally vomit. My body relaxes and I sag down, closing the lid and shutting my eyes. Sweat beads on my forehead. I wonder how Dream isn't as hungover as I am. I also wonder when Sapnap will come out.

Sapnap.

Just thinking about him makes me so incredibly guilty that I nearly cry again.

"I'm sorry that I didn't think better of what happened last night," Dream says.

"We were all drunk and nearly died yesterday," I reply. "I don't think any of us could have really thought better."

Dream considers that for a moment. He makes eye contact with me.

"Are you okay?"

I wipe my eyes. "Peachy."

"Physically and mentally Georgie. Are you okay with what happened?"

Am I okay with what happened? That's a good question.

It was... fun. It was also heavily influenced by alcohol. In no way was the experience bad.

But I look past that and I don't feel okay. I wish that I didn't say anything, that I didn't encourage Sapnap. He's already got a partner. Karl.

"Oh Jesus Christ Karl," I gasp. "Oh no we've successfully ruined his relationship he's going to hate us and Sapnap is going to be sad and-"

"It won't be ruined," Dream says gently. My mind is spiralling, all of the possible outcomes that this could lead to have hit me like a car. A very big, loaded car. "This has happened before remember?"

My brain ticks. Guilt tripping over lost memories. I've been through way to much in the past seventy-two hours to even think of moments from mere weeks ago.

"I probably do it's just not with me now," I say, shrugging apologetically.

"Karl got drunk and hooked up with a guy not long ago," Dream says. That does make something in my head illuminate. I do remember that happening. "He was honest and Sapnap dealt with it. Now it will be the other way around. They will be okay, they've been friends for a long time and they probably really like each other like we do."