Cross X Dream.

Chapter 13

Killer and Nightmare soon heard banging on the glass behind them. It was definitely urgent and desperate as the two looked behind them. Nightmare lifted up the little flap from the window so that he could hear what Dream would then say. Before he could even ask what was going on, Dream blurted out.

"Cross passed out!"

Killer instantly stopped the carriage. "Sorry Girl." He apologised to his horse who whined a little at the sudden pain. He jumped out from his seat and ripped open the door.

Cross was indeed lay there on the floor and Dream had now moved Cross so his head was now resting on his lap. "What's going on?" Dream asked worriedly.

Killer didn't reply straight away as he opened up one of his bags and brought out a small bottle. The liquid was a sharp teal and Killer shook it violently making it so bubbles were appearing.

He sat down next to Dream and tipped Cross head back. So that the drink went down his throat. Nightmare also soon appeared in the doorway, very shocked at what he saw.

"Okay, this isn't good at all. Were gonna have to hurry up and get the cure." Killer said quickly. "This will make him at least not let the poison leave his hand." He got some bandages from his bag as well. "Dream can you re-bandage his hand." He said more like a statement rather than a question, as he threw the bandage towards Dream.

Dream caught it, before nodding as he took off Cross old bandage. "Oh no." Dream looked at the wound seeing as though the purple was oozing out from the cut still. Dream quickly re-bandaged it.

Dream wiped his eyes a little, seeing his best friend looking very, very vulnerable.

Nightmare gave a sympathetic glance. "It's okay. I promise you it's going to be okay." Nightmare tried to reassure, as he wrapped an arm around his little brother.

"I wish we had the cure already!" Dream exclaimed as he felt a few tears begin to fall down his face, as he tried to frantically wipe them away.

Killer had gotten his horse into a gallop as he knew the route so well to the many routes to the cure. But either way it would still take him at least a day or two. 'If only we didn't take a break!' he thought angrily, making a few sharp tones.

The mud was being flicked up in the air. And indeed hitting Killer in the face but he didn't really care. He could tell they were coming and that they needed to get the cure as soon as they could. The mud was getting sloppy and difficult to navigate the carriage in.

The inside of the carriage wasn't any better as they were being rocked back and forward. Making it difficult to even sit down on the ground. Dream tried so hard not to rock back and forth as he saw that Cross looked as though he was extremely distressed in his sleep.

He was suddenly very determined to change Cross' expression to a more relaxed expression. His shoulder hit the seats again as he then placed his hands on either side of Cross head. Shutting his eyes. He concentrated.

Cross felt as though he was trapped in pure darkness as he looked at his hands. They were sketchy. And incomplete. Looking like the illustrations in Dreams book. The pain. It was unbearable.

'Was this what death was?' he thought.

'No heaven no hell'

'Just darkness'

A looming monster was other his shoulder, breathing heavily down his neck. He could only turn his head to peer other his shoulder slightly to see the razor sharp teeth of the monster. The sharp claws that dripped with the poison that had gotten him into this state.