Little daydream

Recovery

Little: Dream
Cg: George
Babysitters: Drista, Dreams mom

Tw/Cws: Surgery recovery, mentions of soreness, sleepiness, medication, Dreams irl name is used multiple times, fever.

Plot: Dream's recovering from surgery and he slips

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When Dream wakes up he feels.. rough, to say the least.

A machine is beeping right by his head and he feels all drowsy and sore. He can vaguely remember what happened. He had surgery and he's home now, home as in his parents house.

It makes sense that he'd be in his parents house, considering his mother is a nurse, but he can't help but feel a longing to be home, his home.

And he may be feeling a bit small.. which would explain his feelings. Big him would never admit that he wants to be home, he'd just be grateful for anything given to him.

Dream looks up at the sound of a door opening, he doesn't really know what he was looking at before.

His mom pokes her head in, smiling when she sees Dream awake. "Hey Clay, how're you feeling?"

Dream lets out a small hum and tries to shrug, he winces at the sudden soreness he feels.

"Hm." His mom comes into the room, she's carrying a water bottle and his pain medication. Dream hadn't realized how dry his mouth is.

He wants to reach out for the water but he knows he needs to be patient.. and also he doesn't know how far he'll get with his sore muscles.

So he waits until his mom is standing next to him. She holds the bottle up to his lips and he forces himself to drink slowly, sighing at the cold water against his dry tounge.

"Better?" She asks once he pulls away. Dream nods carefully, trying so hard not to move his body.

He doesn't know how to voice that he wants to go home. He doesn't even know if he can talk properly.

So he lays his head back instead, relieved when the pillow behind him takes away the slight ache in his neck.

His eyes feel heavy and he doesn't understand why, he just woke up.

But he does know that his body is fighting to heal and he needs to rest a lot so he doesn't fight the drowsiness. He lets his body relax, sinking further into the sheets. His eyes are half closed and he can just make out his mom tidying up.

She comes over to him and sets a hand on his cheek. "Just rest up baby, you'll feel better soon." She says quietly. He's glad he has his mother to help him through this.

Her soft voice lulls him back to sleep and she presses a kiss to his forehead before leaving the room.

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When Dream wakes up for the second time, his sister is sitting on the chair by his bed.

He blinks at her slowly, not registering her face clearly through the thick fog clouding his brain.

She waves at him and he tries to wave back. In reality, he doesn't really move his hand at all but he thinks that he did and it's the thought that counts.

She laughs quietly and he's glad to see her smile. Everyone has been so worried the last few days, he hates it. He hates having people worry over him.

"Oh." She says, smiling like she knows something. Dream hums in response. "You're totally little right now, Right?" She asks. Dream just blinks at her, how does she know he's little? He never said anything!

She laughs louder, "I always know, it's a sister thing." She says, shrugging. Dream sticks his tounge out at her.

His sister goes quiet so he looks up at her. She hesitates before asking, "Does it still hurt?" She looks worried, he doesn't like it.

He tries to shake his head but even that small movement makes him wince at his sore muscles.

Now she just looks more worried. He wants everyone to stop worrying so much.

"No, m' okay." He mumbles, his voice sounds raspy and unused but he needs to tell her that he's fine.

She hums but doesn't look convinced in the slightest. "Really, I am!" He says, trying to convince her.

"Okay I believe you, now stop moving so much." She wiggles a finger at him and he follows the movement with his eyes.

"Yeah, you're definitely little." She says and Dream huffs. "M' not." His voice is small and unconvincing but Drista just laughs softly.

"Sure you're not." And Dream takes that as a win because he can't tell that she's being sarcastic. And Drista doesn't have the heart to tell him.

He goes to say something, probably "Told you so." or something along those lines, but when he opens his mouth, a yawn escapes instead.

"Are you tired?" Drista asks and Dream goes to deny it but he stops himself because he knows how stubborn his sister is.

So he nods slowly instead. He lays back again and she pulls his blanket up so it's resting below his chin, keeping him warm and safe.

"Rest up, so you can feel better soon." She says and he mumbles something back. Or tries to at least, it's a little hard to talk at the moment. She seems to understand though because she nods.

His eyes slip shut and the lamp is turned off.

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Dream knows that he's awake but he can't seem to open his eyes. They feel like they both weigh a ton and they feel sore, as if he's rubbed them raw in his sleep.

His entire body is sore. And cold. He feels chilled, like his thick blanket is just a thin sheet. He can also feel that he's sweating, which is making him even more uncomfortable.

He whines softly, hating feeling like this.

A hand is placed on his cheek and he presses closer to it. He hears a soft laugh and it sounds like..

"Papa?"

George hums softly, confirming his suspicion. Dream smiles despite the pain.

"Can you open your eyes for me, love?" George asks and Dream whines again. "Hurts." He mumbles.

"What hurts?" George asks, concern in his voice. "Body.. an' face. Feel all hot." Dream mumbles. "That's weird.. I'm gonna get your mum, okay?" Dream tries to protest but George is already gone.

While George is gone, Dream tries to focus on opening his eyes. He knows he can  but it hurts too much and he doesn't want to.

"Clay?" His mothers soft voice reaches his ears and he mumbles out a quiet reply. "George-." Dream cuts her off with a small "Papa." as if he's trying to correct her.

"Okay, papa told me you're in pain?" He can hear the smile in her voice. "Mm, hurts." He replys and he feels a cold hand pressing against his forehead.

"Hm, a fever. That's normal after a surgery, it explains the pain and feeling hot." His mom is talking to George, he knows, and he's dozing off again. His head sinks into the pillow and away from his moms hand, who seems to notice instantly.

"Clay, baby, stay awake a little longer for me, okay?" He whines but nods anyway. He's tired and wants sleep but his mom asked him to do something.

Soon, George speaks up. "You need some medicine, love." Dream nods, agreeing. "Say ahh." His moms voice comes next and he opens his mouth.

She feeds him some grape fever medicine and it tastes gross but he swallows it because he knows it's going to make him better. She has him drink some water after and the nasty taste goes away.

"Sleep?" Dream asks quietly and George answers, "Yes lovely, you can sleep now." He can feel a hand in his hair, combing through tangles and smoothing it out, and it helps to lull him to sleep.

He sinks into a comfortable, dreamless sleep with the knowledge that he'll be better soon.

And George, and hopefully Sapnap, will be here when he wakes up next.

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A/N: We finally know what his surgery was for :) so proud of him -T☆

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