Dream found himself engulfed by a sense of overwhelm, a cascade of events unfolding beyond his control. This was an unprecedented experience for him, being restrained to a bed. The multitude of individuals in the room blurred together in his panicked mind, making it impossible to discern who was responsible for what.
His limited field of vision, hindered by his position, allowed him only to make educated guesses based on the amalgamation of voices. However, even this proved challenging as the voices melded together in discord, making it difficult to accurately identify each person.
Among the voices, Gibson's stood out prominently, a familiar presence that Dream had encountered numerous times over the years. It seemed that Gibson held a significant role within the group.
In an attempt to shield himself from the disorienting chaos, Dream tightly shut his eyes, as if believing that by doing so, he could make the unsettling situation vanish.
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Alone at last, Dream succumbed to a breakdown. The weight on him was so crushing that he contemplated death as the only conceivable escape. However, the thought of abandoning George's protection held him back.
Upon stumbling into his cabin, Karl, unaware of the torment Dream endured, noticed something amiss. "Dream? You okay?" Karl inquired with concern lacing his voice. "Yeah, just tired," Dream replied wearily, collapsing into his bed. Exhaustion rendered him incapable of attending to himself, let alone changing his soiled clothes.
Concerned, Karl pressed further, hoping for a more revealing response. "You sure?" he asked again. "I'm fine, Karl," Dream responded in a monotone voice, revealing no emotion. Despite the evident pain in Dream's movements, Karl recognized when to push and when to let matters rest.
In the midst of a nightmare, Dream awoke in distress, prompting Karl to rush to his side. "Dream! Dream, wake up," Karl urged, shaking him awake. Surveying his surroundings, Dream gradually relaxed. "Dream? What's wrong?" Karl inquired with concern. "Just a nightmare, I'm fine now," Dream sighed dismissively.
Pressing the issue, Karl sought answers about Dream's struggles and physical pain. However, Dream curtly warned him to drop the topic, emphasizing the potential consequences.
Feeling trapped and unable to express himself freely, Dream resented the presence of surveillance cameras. Leaving his cabin for the public area provided temporary relief, yet the sight of George in the distance, beyond his reach, weighed heavily on him.
Locked in a silent exchange with George, Dream mouthed an apology, only to be abruptly separated by Jax, a silent warning communicated through crossed arms. Dizzy and disoriented, Dream stumbled away, collapsing against a wall. As others turned their attention to him, George witnessed the distressing scene. Dream, struggling to maintain consciousness, felt a moment of relief as George's comforting voice reached him. With a weak smile, Dream allowed himself to succumb to sleep.
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George cradled Dream in a protective embrace, gently brushing hair from his eyes, creating a tense stillness that gripped everyone in the vicinity with fear of the unfolding situation.
Breaking through the hushed atmosphere, Dave forcefully pushed past others, his face contorted in anger as he confronted Dream and George. "What the hell? Do you ever learn?" he accused, challenging them.
In response, George bared his teeth, a fiery determination in his eyes. "Do you?! Huh? You're going to harm him if you don't back off and leave him alone!" George's impassioned scream was accompanied by a forceful spit directed at Dave.
Caught off guard, Dave retreated, visibly shocked. He hadn't anticipated such a fierce defense from George, a departure from the usual dynamics with Dream.
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Blurry Nights
FanficAfter getting caught kissing a boy, George's parents gave him no choice but to go to Conversion Camp called Blue Skies where he meets a troublesome boy who calls himself Dream. George tried his best to turn his life around, but Dream seems to be cha...
