bakery boy // dnf

chapter thirteen : callie

nobodies pov//

wilbur was talking to a nurse who was on their lunch break. they weren't talking about anything memorable, just random stuff.

it had been about 4 hours since wilbur had been knocked out of the room so the nurse could flirt with dream, well, thats what it looked like to wilbur anyways.

wilbur turned his head when another nurse loudly called the name 'callie'. wilbur saw as the nurse that was flirting with dream ran over to the nurse who called her name.

callie, the weird nurse. wilbur smiled at his stupid remark, yet he knew it was a true statement and nothing could prove otherwise.

a diffrent nurse—god, there were so many nurses omg—told wilbur that he could go in to see dream if he'd like to. wilbur nodded and thanked the other nurse.

wilbur made sure he had his belongings before heading over to dreams room. he knocked on the partially cracked door, obviously he was going to walk in, it was more out of respect.

"come in." dream said, he sounded tired.

wilbur entered and softly smiled at dream, to which dream softly smiled back.

wilbur seated himself on the uncomfortable plastic chair that he had previously slept on. "hey," wilbur started, nervously itching his ear, "how are you feeling?"

"better, still not sure what happened, or why." dream said with a subtle worry tone.

"pretty sure you got drunk and did some things to yourself, not sure why though." wilbur explained.

dreams eyes widened at memories began flowing back to his train of thought.

he had gotten dozens of beer cans to drown out the pain he felt from george distancing himself from dream, then he got drunk, he couldnt really remember exactly what happened but he could assume that he cut himself whilst he was drunk.

he bit his lip at his own thoughts, god, how did i keep going? that mustve hurt. was all he could think about.

"george," dream started but stopped. wilbur tilted his head in confusion. "george? whos that?"

"text george from my phone." dream instructed to wilbur. wilbur nodded and picked up the phone off the side table, in a few swift motions he opened the phone and was now on georges contact. "what do i say?" wilbur questioned.

"has he texted anything?" dream questioned back, ignoring wilburs question. wilbur shook his head as dream huffed.

wilbur took a second to examine the texts between the two, honestly, pretty simple flirting stuff, wilbur didnt know dream was gay, that was new.

dream felt disconsolate when he heard george hadnt texted.

wilbur sighed as he set the phone down back on the nightstand, "so," wilbur played with the hem of his shirt to get his mind off of the uncomfortable tension, "whos george?"

"a boy."

wilbur rolled his eyes playfully.

"yeah, but how do you know him, and what is he to you?"

"i met him at the new bakery, and, hes george to me."

wilbur nodded, not wanting to push anything.

they sat in slightly more comfortable silence for a moment before a nurse walked in, wait, not just any nurse, it was callie. the weird nurse.

"hey guys, so, ive got news," she started as she further entered the room, "clay can leave tomorrow."

dream smiled a bit, he was overly happy to leave; he was here just less thank two weeks ago, but he was too tired to smile any wider, or to express his joy to leave this place.