LifeLine ~ (Dnf? - Angst)

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"Just leave me alone please.. I need to be alone." Dream said, his voice breaking with tears streaming down his face.

"You know that's not going to happen Dream. I'm never going to leave you alone when you are like this." George said, pressing his ear against the door, listening to Dream cry. George slid his phone out of his pocket and texted a number he never thought he would have to text.

Dream had been given a therapist when he left the hospital, a person he or George could text whenever about whatever. He was there to try and make life a little easier for the blonde.

'Hey, this is George. You are the person that Clay Gold was assigned to talk to right? Mitch, if I'm remembering correctly?' George sent the text, hoping that it wasn't an awkward time.

'Yes, that's me, I am still yet to hear from Clay, but it's good to hear from a friend. What's the reason for you contacting me?'

George sighed heavily as the slightly older man responded to his text.

'He is having some issues and I knew he wouldn't take the time to set up an appointment or anything so I was wondering when it would work for me to send him in to talk?'

George clicked send and continued to try the door handle.

"Dream? You feeling better?" George hummed. Trying to calm the blonde.

"No.." Dream muttered in response, reaching over into the back of his throat to make himself throw up again.

'I'm so sorry to hear that! I am available for the next few hours actually, but if that is to early I'm also available at 4 pm tomorrow.'

George could've cried out of joy after reading that text.

'We will be there in an hour or two, thank you so much for your help.'

'It's really no problem, I'm looking forward to being a help to you guys. See you soon.'

George knocked again.

"I'm going to get the key, honey. This is the last chance you have to open the door." George said, rattling the door handle.

Dream immediately shot up and opened the door for George, grabbing the brunette into a tight hug.

"I'm so sorry- I'm sorry please forgive me. I still need you." Dream whispered, crying into George's chest.

"Shhh.. let's just forget this happened, just a small bump in the road, right?" George said, rubbing dreams back softly. "Why don't we go upstairs and get changed out of our pajamas?"

Dream paused for a second, wiping his tears away from his face. He nodded and grabbed onto George's hand. Still sniffling as they both made their way back up the stairs.

The two men got changed into more acceptable clothing. Dream took a long time trying to decide what he wanted to wear, clothing taken out and put back in the closet over and over again, not even willing to try some things on in fear of how they may fit him.

George put on a simple t-shirt and basketball shorts with a logo very prominently embroidered on the side. George stepped towards Dream, watching the blonde man slide on a sweater and then very hesitantly look in the mirror. The sweater was just plain white with a design on the front.

Dream sighed and ran his hands down his face, trying to ignore the fact that he was tearing up.

"Dream, it's like 80 degrees out." George mentioned and hugged Dream from behind, looking at the blondes face by glancing at the mirror.