bakery boy // dnf

chapter nine : hospital

georges pov //

my hands trembled as i dialed 911, ambulance lights soon coming into sight.

i lied and told them i was dreams cousin, so they let me come along to the hospital.

my eyes began tearing as i looked at dreams unconscious body.

we eventually arrive at the hospital, they put him in a room and began running tests, many tests. one lady is asking me questions about what happened buy my crys and sobs made it hard to speak. i soon calm myself down and told them what happened.

the lady nodded at me as she wrote some stuff down and went to another nurse.

now all i can do is sit outside of his room, feeling helpless.

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about an hour goes by and i get no updates, tears flowing down my face every now and then. i only had met dream about a month or two ago, why did i care this much.?

i sigh as my phone buzzes, i pick it up and see a text from, oh god, jacob.

i forgot about jacob. his text says 'where the fuck are you'

he texts some more things like, 'get ur ass home.'

but eventually he says 'im sorry for being mean babe i just love u'

of course, of course he just loves me. right ?

i reply to him, the same lie i told the doctors, 'my cousin is in the hospital'

'what hospital? i dont want you there i need to pick you up'

i huff as i look through the glass of dreams hospital room, still unconscious, it felt wrong leaving him, i text him the address as i sneak into dreams room, holding his wired hand in mine, "dream.." i say under crys. "i will be back i promise okay.?" even though it couldnt hear me, it felt right.

i get up from beside him and went outside, waiting for jacob in the spot he said hed get me.

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i lie in bed, jacob is out probably out drunk with women. my phone is laying next to my head, i felt to stressed from earlier to use my phone. im kind of just hoping i will get a phone call from the hospital, they said if he wakes ups, i would be the first person they called, that made me feel relieved.

apparently, someone in the heavenly aboves heard me, because about ten minutes later, i got a call.

"hello!" the lady on the other end of the line greeted me. "hi." i sort of bland replied.

"clay has woken."

clay? who was clay? maybe it was dreams real name, who would actually name their child clay?

"im on the way." i tell her after being silent for a few seconds. she says okay, i can practically hear her smile through the phone.

i jog myself downstairs to see if jacob hid my keys, and he didnt. i smile and grab my keys, shoving both my phone and keys into my green hoodie pocket.

i head to my car, playing some calming music as i hurry to the hospital.

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i check in with the front desk lady and rush to dreams room, i can see him through the glass from a distance. i almost felt a tear slip down my cheek. as i grow closer to the door, the nurse greets me and lets me in. i smile at her and rush over to dream, holding his hand it mind.

"dream oh my god." now i know i feel tears slipping down my cheeks, "i was worried sick."

"what happened?" he said as he tilted his head in confusion.

"you should probably wait a bit dream, just relax okay?" i bite my lip, trying to muffle any whines or cries.

he nods at me and leans his head back onto his pillow, squeezing my hand.

i smile at him and we just sit in comfortable silence for about two minutes before the nurse walks in. shes telling me what they believe happened to dream but im not even listening, im just happy dream is okay.

the nurse finished up explaining, "got all that?". of course i didnt. "of course." i respond.

she smiles and nods, then walks out. i bring my glance back to dream, "okay, wanna hear what happened?", dream nodded.

"dont panic dream, but we were at the park and you just began gagging, then throwing up blood."

"what!?" he nearly jolts up.

"dream i said dont panic!" i lecture as i lay him back down.

he rolls his eyes playfully with a ear-to-ear grin.

that was weird?

my phone buzzes in my pocket, i lift it to see a text from my mom, i roll my eyes as i delete her number for the fourth time this week. i hated my parents. they hated me. but every once in awhile they would try every way possible to contact me. they made me feel useless, worthless, unlovable, ugly. everything.

one day id be to fat, and the next id be told im to skinny. one day my hair is to messy and the next my hair is to boring. one day my freckles are showing to much and the next there not showing enough. one day im doing to much and the next im not doing enough. one day i talk to much and the next day im to quiet. nothing was ever good for them.

i snap myself out of my thoughts as i hear dreams snores. i think this had to be one of the first times ive heard him snore. he looked so peaceful. his hair laying perfectly atop his head, freckles brushed all over his rosey pink cheeks, his lime green eyes not seen but his long eyelashes definitely were.

i place a kiss on his forehead, it felt wrong because i had jacob and of course i love him, but it felt right. so so right.

as i move back from the kiss, i see a light smile in his face, making me blush.

i let go of his hand to go find myself a vending machine to get a treat.

i find one on the next hall over and get a chocolate on chocolate cookie.

i head back to the room, getting some water on the way back. i sit back down in the uncomfortable plastic chair and eat up my cookie and water, then hold on dreams hand again. i sigh in relief, just knowing he was okay made me so happy. i slightly smile as i lean my head back, drifting off to sleep.

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oh god hi, so like uhm, yeahz. sorry for the late update again, school is stressful as fuck. anyway happy reading 🫂