nobody's pov //
dream had drunk atleast 12 cans of heavy beer. he was stumbling around his room, loosing his balance every other minute. whenever he got drunk, he grew into a quite irascible man. he dragged himself over to the bathroom, knocking multiple things over on the way and when he reaches the bathroom.
he stumbles his hands through the cabinet, eventually finding a bag of blades. he swiftly unzipped the bag and pulled out a blade. he has never done this before.
if he was sober, he wouldnt even think about doing this, but in his drunken state, he dug the blade into his skin.
dream winced in pain the the first cut, but a second cut went by, and a third, and a fourth, eventually he inured to the pain, hardly feeling it.
he was cognizant of the situation, but kept going. deep red lines digging into his arm, slip, slash, blood trickling all down his arm. blood began puddling the floor, dreams vision got blurry. obviously, he was drunk so he didnt realize.
he begins to fall somnolent, his vision going black, until finally he passes out, blood spilling out of his arm, puddling under him.
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wilbur pulled himself off the couch, he had only gotten around 3 1/2 hours of sleep but he had somewhere he needed to be, he had about an hour before he had to be there. wilbur first brings himself to his room, picking out the proper attire for his destination. he then struts over to the bathroom.
he jiggled the door handle, the handle twisted all the way, cracking the door slightly open, though something was blocking the way so the door couldnt fully open. wilbur was awfully strong, and even he was having trouble moving the object out of the way to open up the door.
he leaned his back against the door and used his leg strength to push the object out of his way.
the door flew open at wilburs sudden burst of strength. he almost tumbled over onto the ground but caught himself on the sink. he felt something warm and wet on the ground as he balanced himself, he looked down to a red puddle of liquid beneath him. he jolted his head around and his face went pale.
his eyes were frozen and he felt like a statue.
he saw what looked like a near-dead dream lying on the floor, he had a razor blade in one hand and his other arm was full of deep angry red cuts into his skin. dreams face looked pale and blood was puddled beneath him.
wilbur snapped out of his state of shock to immediately take some action on the terrifying situation. wilbur knelt down and placed 2 fingers on the side of dreams chest.
he sat for a moment, trying to feel a pulse.
he moved his fingers left and right, up and down, and eventually he landed on the right spot and felt dreams pulse. phew, hes alive, wilbur thought to himself, but near dead.
the intrepid wilbur lifted a bloody dream up in his arms, ruining his new suit he had gotten for his interview.
wilbur carried dream out to the car and shoved him in the backseat, careful not to damage anymore wounds.
he left the backseat door open as he ran to the front passenger side to get bandages and cream out of the glovebox.
wilbur hurriedly ran back to the back door and began wrapping dreams arm in bandages, pouring peroxide to clean the deep lines.
after cleaning and bandaging so he couldn't loose anymore blood, he hopped into the drivers seat and began to drive to the nearest hospital, luckily, it wasnt to far.
the whole ride there, all wilbur could do was worry, and think about why, why would he do that to himself.
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wilbur slumps onto the probably overly germ-y, plastic chair beside dream who had dozens of cords and wires attached to his body. the arm he had cut was wrapped in new bandages and cleaned up by an actual doctor, and not wilbur in the backseat of his car.
wilbur pulled out his phone and texted his—soon to be—boss that he couldnt make it to the meeting today and asked if next week worked. luckily; the boss was super nice and said thats fine, not even asking wilbur why he couldnt make it today.
wilbur sighed in slight relief that he got his soon-to-be job taken care of, but still worried for dream. wilbur tried to seat himself comfortably in the chair, it was hard, but he eventually situated himself in a ever so slightly comfortable enough position to be able to atleast get minutes of sleep.
he sat in that position for a bit before drifting off to sleep.
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a nurse walked in just minutes after wilbur had finally fallen asleep. she did some things that like.. i dont know nurses do.
she shook wilbur awake from his slumber, "sir,"
wilbur lightly groaned to himself as he was removed from his comfortable sleep. he rubbed his eyes as he let them adjust to the blinding lights.
"sir, please step out for a moment." the nurse told wilbur.
wilbur nodded but took a second to look around, and dream was awake! wilbur rushed over to dream and knelt down as happy tears poured down his cheeks. dream smiled lightly as he rubbed the back of wilburs head.
"im so glad your okay," wilbur started as he wiped away his tears, "i was worried sick."
"i dont really know what happened.." dream said as he propped himself up on both arms, immediately tumbling back down to his pillow because his cut arm couldnt hold his weight up.
wilbur quickly made sure he was okay, he then was rushed out by a nurse, this kinda pissed him off but there wasnt much he could do.
wilbur looked through the glass of the room dream was placed in, the nurse was getting awfully touchy, and not in a way like shes taking care of him, it looked to be more than that. normally, this wouldn't bother wilbur, i mean he was usually happy when dream was getting a gf or getting close to one, but it was the wrong place and wrong time lady. hes literally dying and your flirting with him?
okay, maybe not dying, but you get the point.
wilbur just annoyingly sighed to himself as he got comfortable in the seat, he had a feeling he'd be here awhile. this seat though had cushions, not many, and not very thick and soft ones, but it was better than that plastic chair in the room he was previously sleeping in.
he kept glancing back and forth from his phone and the window going into the room.
and each time he looked back at the room, she was closer, or smiling awkwardly. wilbur kept seeing dreams face grow more and more uncomfortable looking. surely this would be over soon.
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huiui, so my tiktok account has like officially died, i have like no actives 🙁,, anyway i hope u enjoyed this chapter, im starting to grow motivation to write but my ideas are running out, and fast. ALSO IK ITS LIKE SEP.10TH BUT DREAMS NEW EP IS SO PERFECT, i bought the cd and boombox shirttt!!! also, sorry for the late update ,, im also going to a beachhouse this weekend so i might not update until next week, anywayssss happy reading guyz ‼️🫶
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