I Can't Be Fixed. (DNF Angst)

Chapter 7: Him.

♡George pov♡

"Just get out." Dream demanded.

I looked over at him. He had eyebags, and his face was pale.

"You can't help me." He mumbled.

"No, I can't, but I can be here to support you." I replied.

"I don't need fucking support. I did it on my own last time, and I'll do it again." He told me.

His fingernails were digging into his arms, itching for another dose of whatever the drug was.

"I want to be here for you. You deserve a break, Dream." I said.

"People like me don't get breaks. It's one thing after another. I need to keep my guard up." He stated.

"But you're safe right now. When was the last time you slept?" I asked.

"A couple of days ago." He mumbled.

"So sleep." I told him.

He shook his head.

"I need to be awake to protect you, Sap, and Karl." He replied.

"How about this. You go to sleep, and I'll wake you up if anything is wrong. Even the smallest thing. I promise." I said.

He looked like he was thinking.

"If anything happens at all, you'll wake me up?" He asked.

I nodded and laid on the bed. I opened my arms, and he laid his head on my chest. I carefully ran my fingers through his hair as his body relaxed.

"Now go to sleep, my pretty boy." I said softly.

He smiled a bit. His mood has been horrible the past couple of days because of the withdrawals and not sleeping.

"I'm sorry for yelling at you yesterday." He mumbled tiredly.

"It's okay." I replied.

"No, it wasn't. I brought back bad memories for you." He stated.

"I forgive you. Now go to sleep." I demanded.

He sighed before closing his eyes.

♡Clay pov, the previous day♡

I don't want to talk to anyone. All I can do is dig my fingernails into my skin. I feel empty. I feel angry. There was a knock on my door, and it opened. George came in with a glass of water.

"Oh, I thought you were asleep." He said.

I lightly bounced my leg, irritated at his prescence.

"Why would I be asleep? It's noon." I stated harshly.

"I don't know. Just thought you were sleeping in." He replied, walking over to me.

He offered the glass of water, and I shook my head.

"You haven't left your room all day. At least drink some water if you don't want to eat." He said.

I stared him down.

"I don't want it." I stated.

"Dream, I don't care what you want. You need to drink this or eat something." He told me.

I stood up and stared him down. He backed up a bit.

"Don't fucking tell me what to do." I said angrily.

He backed up more. I walked towards him, and he walked backward until he hit the wall.

"I'm just trying to take care of you." He replied.