Operation: Merciless

Chapter Fifty-Eight | Hospital

"Dream? Dream? Are you okay?" George shook his almost lifeless body. "DREAM!" George screamed, finally waking Dream from whatever happened. "Dream? What's wrong? Are you with me?" Dream groaned, smacking his hand into his mask as if forgetting it was on.

"Ouch. god -" He pushed himself up, leaning against the headboard. "Fuck." Dream groaned again. "Yes we did?" George joked with Dream trying to wake him up from whatever funk he got into.

"Ugh. what happened?" Dream looked around. "Um I think you passed out?" George said while biting his lip nervously. "Dream... Let me in.." George tried to curl closer to Dream until he opened his arms letting him in. George felt safe against Dream, feeling that he in fact had a heart.

"I'm sorry, I messed it up." Dream rubbed Georges back."Its okay.." He snuggled into Dream's bare chest. Dream gave him a kiss on his head. "Thank you." George was confused when he said that pulling back slightly.

"For what?" George spoke confused. "This, whatever the fuck it was." George smiled snuggling back into Dream's chest. "It's cold, and your warm." George mumbled into his chest.

"That's because your naked George" Dream chuckled. George just hummed in response before falling asleep.

Dream sighed, continuing to rub his back. "Oh Georgie, what am I going to do?"

-

George woke up sitting up only to lay down right after due to the pain in his ass, Dream was gone, replaced with several new blankets and a change of clothes at the end of the bed. George frowned looking around.

Gone already?

George got up struggling to put on his new pair of clothes. George forgot he was chained limping to go out the door to find Dream until it strained tugging him back towards the bed. Starting to remember things he reached to his neck expecting a collar but Dream had taken it off last night in exchange for several painful hickeys.

If George could get out now Dream wouldn't be able to track him, but he couldn't do that.

George was still frustrated, after everything he still had this damn chain. He sat on his bed wincing hoping Dream would come soon and make everything better, make George believe that he actually gave a shit because the chain wasn't helping his believes.

George heard the door unlocking and he sat up eager to see Dream. "Hi there Georgie, ya doing okay?" Dream sat down beside him. "Hurts" George frowned falling back into his bed.

"Oh.. I'm sorry you should have- if I-" George stopped him, "It's okay, Dream, it's all a part of it, i'll be okay."

"I can get you some pain medicine if that will help?" Dream suggested, George nodded his head, smiling. He was about to rush off to get the medicine, but George stopped him. "I can survive a little bit without them." Dream nodded his head, getting into the bed next to George. George rested his head on Dream's chest, listening to his heartbeat. Dream nudged his mask up and leaned down, giving George a kiss on his forehead.

"Dream.. I want your mask off.." George whined as he started to nervously chew his lip. Dream shook his head, "You know the rules, the mask stays on." He brushed George's hair from his face.

"But, it's only me?" George tried again only to receive backlash. "No!" Dream got up leaving the bed. "Dream I.." Dream stopped him, "No! No, no! Why did you even ask me!? I don't answer questions! You shouldn't ask questions!" Maybe it was George's imagination but he could have sworn he saw the eyes of the mask glow red. From Dreamer's anger..