Hestia's Blood [DISCONTINUED]

Chapter 5.

this chapter will have the mention of insecurities, just a tw

3rd person POV:

After 2 days or so, Dream was already ready to go. The doctor checked up on him and his injury was fully healed, so there was really no point in making him spend more time in the hospital. Nothing much followed after, he was really just walking through everyday like it was nothing, but he knew that something was missing. There was something that he couldn't figure out, and when all the pieces started glueing together he just.. didn't feel the same. He acted the same, did the same stuff, but it would never feel as if he was content.

And back with Techno, Wilbur would start to notice his brother tending to lose interest in things just like he did. The brunet thought that Tech was finally finding his happiness, because the past few days he actually got out of bed to do something and he even talked more than usual. Wilbur knew that Techno was just holding back on something, but he didn't have the place to talk to him about it since Wilbur figured out that Techno wouldn't tell him anything no matter how much he trusted him. So he'd hang out with him more oftenly, being as patient as he can for Techno, while the pinkette was confused because he got so much unwanted attention.

But Sally has been getting desperate with her research on developing medical supply for people with vampirism, so she decided to follow her intuition and call the patient which had her interest, Dream. It was probably a stupid decision but she really had no other path to take.

So there was Sally, waiting in a medical office which you'd go in for a shot or a meaningless cold, it was so early in the morning and Dream wasn't even sure why he was summoned by the doctor. He stepped in and took a glimpse of Sally who stood behind a desk, he noticed some books hidden under, at her feet and countless of organised files that weren't to his concern.

"Hello Dream, how's your leg doing?"

She seemed a bit surprised by his presence.

"Uh.. good but, why was i called here? Do you have bad news for me?"

He stood with his hands in his pockets and swung back and forth in place, unable to find a way to decompress his energy.

"Oh well- this is a proposition i have related to your blood type" She leaned forward, resting her chin over her hands.

"You see i'm conducting a.. research and i believe i could put your blood to use for.." She paused for a second as if it hurt her to lie. "Humanity, yes, i could make a very useful medicine if i figure out how it functions and how your blood cells are working"

Dream could notice how awkward she seemed to talk about this, he figured that she must be lying about something, but he didn't know what would it be.

"So what i'm asking of you is that you give me a sample of your blood, for all we know you could be host of a rare type of blood, and it could be very useful"

The blonde took a glimpse of a box on the desk, it was full of syringe. Their needles gleamed with the light that shined through the window.

A sigh escaped Dream's mouth.

"Erm, okay, i'm no expert but if you need it for medicinal purposes or whatever then you can take it"

She clapped her hands once in sync.

"Great, you can sit right there" She pointed to the examination table by the window.

Sally got up from her seat and started rummaging through the drawers, searching for something. While Dream took a seat, though it was clear he was as uncomfortable as possible the moment he sat on the soft cushion. He wasn't scared of needles or pain, but the hospital in general just induced a very strong feeling of anxiety for him, even when Puffy would take him to get vaccines he'd be crying and wailing like crazy while she's dragging him down the hall, and once the doctor was about to give him the injection he was as calm as possible.