Dream POV:
I rush in the building full of medical professionals.
"Where is my son?"
"Mr. Dream, come in. They brought him in a half an hour ago-"
"Is he alive?"
"Yes but he has a bullet above his hip and lodged in his right arm. It already got infected. I regret to inform you but I do not think..."
Silence. The disbelief could not be described. Not one facial expression, not one word could explain it.
"Can I see him?"
"Right this way."
As I walk tears fill my eyes. George was right, I knew he was always right. In should have spent more time, put more effort, stopped focusing on history and lived in the moment! My heart breaks even more when I see him laying in that hospital bed, telling me all he did, telling me how he followed my every word and command.
"I did exactly as you said father! I held my head up high..."
"I know, I know."
I crack at his shaking weak voice.
"I know you did everything just right!"
"Even before we got to ten..."
"Shh!"
"I was aiming for the sky..."
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Away From The War ~ A Dreamnotfound Fanfiction
Short StoryIn a secluded luscious garden, far far away, two boys have their first interaction. They find their safe place within each other, a place away from the violence and blood shed. Away from the war. WARNING! Technoblade is used in this story. I underst...
