Blood & withered roses || Dream x George x Sapnap

|| Four ||

CW || Blood. Cigarettes.

As an early light broke through the clouds, spilling the dawn over the lands, Dream removed the cigarette from his mouth and blew out a huff of smoke from his chapped lips. The blonde sighed, rubbing his eyes as he hoped for the nicotine to keep him awake, since it was a rough night... Usually, he'd let himself drift off for half an hour or so every now and then, just to keep his mind and body refreshed, but he hadn't been able to catch a wink of sleep all night.

Dream heard a shuffling come from behind him, but didn't bother turning around until the man that he'd met yesterday came and sat down beside him. "Sleep well?" He asked, taking another deep puff of the cigarette. "No... I kept waking up in the night, i'm not used to sleeping like this... I usually have to wake up every couple of hours to scare off the infected from my spot, y'know... It's become almost instinctual to be a really light sleeper at this point." Sapnap muttered.

"Yeah, well, don't worry... I'm just as tired as you are... We all are." Dream replied. Sapnap gave him a loose grin until he noticed the cigarette. "Hey, dude, isn't smoking really fucking bad for you?"

Dream shrugged him off with a groan, turning his head away. "Don't tell me that I defended your ass and let you stay here... All for you to be a fucking health freak nerd or something..." Sapnap shook his head. "No, I just don't think that you really wanna get lung cancer in the apocalypse, y'know."

"I'll be fine, Sapnap, stop worrying about what I'M doing and focus more on yourself," Dream said, looking back at him. "Hey... Wait... Hold your arm out for a minute." "Okay..?" Sapnap answered, slowly holding his left arm out for Dream to see, wincing as the blonde put out his cigarette and grabbed his limb. "Dude, these bandages are fucked... Take them off while I get some new ones."

"What, why!?"

"THOSE are more likely to GIVE you an infection than keep one away... Now take off the fucking bandages or i'll rip them off myself." Dream replied, Sapnap internally rolled his eyes but followed the instructions, carefully unravelling the rolls of yellowish fabric from his body until every bandage was off.

Dream returned with some fresh medicinal supplies and began to clean off the wounds with alcohol swabs, causing Sapnap to bite his bottom lip to keep from yelping out in agony. The blonde began to rewrap his dressings, applying a lot less pressure than Sapnap was used to, which surprised him, because he usually just tried to wrap his bandages as tight as possible in order to keep the blood in. "Why... Why are you doing this so lightly?" He asked, confused.

"Because... This is how you're supposed to do it?," Dream replied, equally confused. "Yours were so tightly wrapped that they were practically cutting off your circulation, Sapnap, i'm honestly surprised that you've made it this long... Your dressings have been causing, like, swelling in the afflicted areas..."

"Oh... Well... I'll, umm, i'll keep that in mind for next time..." Sapnap laughed shakily, still wincing as Dream wrapped the wounds on his arms. "Are those burn marks?" Dream asked, gesturing at the skin with some slight concern. "No, well, some are... The rest are just cryptant wounds, they're fine, they just need a bit of time to heal, y'know..."

The blonde sighed, just cutting at the bandage and snipping it to the correct size. "You're a stubborn one, aren't you?" Sapnap just shrugged before sneering at him, sticking his tongue out. "I'm just being myself, you're just too dumb to realise my pure genius."

"Do you really want to end up down there? Because, unless you shut your mouth, you're going to be zombie chum."

"Do it, pussy."

"Alright, doesn't really bother me, now George will stop nagging me about bringing you back.-" Dream replied, pulling the roll of bandages away and placing a hand on Sapnap's back. Before the raveonette could react, he was shoved off of the edge of the platform, and yelped loudly before covering his face with his hands.

Slowly opening his eyes, Sapnap was surprised to see that he hadn't hit the ground, and looked around confusedly. From somewhere above him, Dream chuckled, and he realised that the man had grabbed him by the back of his shirt collar. "You're a piece of shit." He growled, wanting to thrash around and try to drag him down as well, but that would just be terrible for both of them... Especially him, if Dream just dropped him or his shirt ripped, as he could see a few infected stumbling around in the light fog.

"Come on, you really think that i'd just let you fall that easily? If I did, then what would've been the point of yesterday... Also, if you'd fallen, it would've wasted my bandages." Dream said.

"Whatever... Just... Hey, how the fuck do I get back up!?" Sapnap demanded, tossing his arms up in aggravation. "Alright, alright, don't throw a fucking temper tantrum." Dream laughed, reaching his other arm down and grabbing Sap's wrist, before pulling him back up over the edge of the platform. As soon as he was back up, Sapnap punched him in the shoulder and inched away from the edge. "Yeah, no, i'm going back to sleep... You're a fucking psycho, dude."

"Go ahead... It's still gonna be hours until George is up, anyways..."