Purr For Me (DNF)

A Sob Escaped My Lips

Quackity's POV

I woke up with a pounding headache and an urge to puke my guts out. I tiredly sat up and looked around. I was on the floor, leaning on the wall. Dream and George weren't there. Karl and Sapnap were draped on the sofa, while Wilbur was passed out at the table, a drink still loosely clutched in his hand.

Wilbur groaned and sat up, rubbing his eyes. "Big Q?"

"Yeah?" I mumbled back. "Wha-" I clamped a hand over my mouth and ran to the bathroom, bending over the toilet and puking what felt like half the ocean out.

"You OK?" Wilbur asked, kneeling by my side and rubbing my back, taking care not to touch my wings, which were sensitively painful at that moment.

"I don't know," I managed to get out before vomiting again, then sitting on the floor, leaning on the wall. "I think I drank too much. How are you not hungover?"

"I'm not so susceptible to hangovers," Wilbur answered, throwing me a smirk. "Unlike you."

"Shut up," I coughed, trying to get rid of the bitter taste of vomit in my mouth. "I need some water."

"Sure." Wilbur went out and came back with a cup of water. "Here," he passed me the cup and I put my lips to it, drinking hungrily. "Thanks," I sighed, wiping water from my mouth with the back of my hand.

"Anytime," Wilbur smiled before sitting next to me. 

"Oh god, I don't feel-" a voice spluttered before the sound of footsteps sounded and drew closer to the bathroom.

Sapnap ran in, a hand over his mouth like me and proceeded to vomit in the toilet. "Sap, you OK?" another voice groaned.

"Yeah," Sapnap called back. "Hey, Quackity, Wilbur."

"Hey," I rasped. 

"You OK, Quackity?" Sapnap asked, turning on the tap at the sink and cupping a hand, collecting a scoop of water before gargling with it and spitting it out.

"Yeah. Wilbur's totally OK. He isn't hungover," I said. "Lucky," Sapnap remarked.

Karl appeared. "I feel nauseous," he groaned. "I think I'm going to spew my guts out. My head is killing me."

"Where're Tommy and Tubbo?" Wilbur asked. "In the guest room," Karl answered. 

"Then where are George and Dream?" Sapnap said.

"Oh my god, I swear if they had sex-" I stood up and ran to George's room. No one was there. I went to Dream's room and opened the door.

George's POV

I blinked and opened my eyes, a wave of exhaustion overpowering me. The room wasn't mine. 

I cast my eyes around the room, panicked. I was in a room with black-grey walls not unlike mine. A desk was opposite the bed I was in.

I noticed the sound of someone breathing softly. I tried sitting up to see who it was, but something around my waist tugged me back down firmly. Looking down, I saw an arm wrapped around my waist. I followed the arm and saw the person.

Dream.

Blush crept up my pale cheeks and I tried sitting up again, attempting to prise Dream's arm off me. I managed to sit up, but this time, both Dream's arms wrapped around me and dragged me back down.

One of his legs wrapped around mine. I squirmed, my heart racing, but Dream just hugged me tighter. 

Dream is cuddling me.