Thoughts Are Deadly // Dreamnotfound //

"I'm Coming"

Two Days Later

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George laid in bed. His thoughts swarming his mind out of worry and concern.

Dream hasn't texted or answered my calls in two days...I'm starting to get worried. Did something happen?

George looked down at his phone again, scrolling through his call logs.

14 times he was left on voicemail.

Dream where are you?

George tried his best not to seem clingy or annoying, but he was extremely concerned. It wasn't like Dream to disappear like this. Not without telling George first, he hoped. 

George stared at the phone icon for a few minutes, debating on whether he should call again or not. Instead, he called Sapnap.

The phone rung for a couple seconds before a tired 'Hello?' was heard. George rose up from his bed.

"Hey Sapnap, did I wake you?" George put the phone to his ear and took off speaker.

"Nah, I actually just finished streaming, what's up?" Sapnap replied, yawning into the speaker.

"You know what, forget it. Get some sleep Sapnap, you sound like you need it." George smiled into the phone, aware Sapnap couldn't see him.

"Thanks George, I'll call you later." Sapnap let out another yawn before hanging up. George set down his phone and hopped out of bed to see what he had in the fridge. 

As usual, Cat was no where to be found. Although, George did make it a point to give him lots of love when he did see him. George made it to the kitchen, looking in his fridge for anything he could possibly eat. His eyes lit up as he saw some pre-made pasta and all he had to do was heat it up in the microwave. George took out the pasta, grabbing a plate of it, and then setting it into the microwave for a couple minutes.

He sighed as he waited, leaving the kitchen to go back to his room and grab his phone. He turned it on and started down at that menacing little phone icon next to Dream's name.

Maybe one more time.

He hit the icon hesitantly, the ringing noise was killing him.

He really hoped Dream was alright and that everything was okay. However, deep down, there was a sinking feeling that it wasn't. George shivered at the thought, his feet bringing his body back into the kitchen, his phone held up to his ear.

He waited.

And waited.

No one picked up.

George sighed, feeling dejected, he was about to hang up until someone answered.

"Hello? Who is this?" The sound of a young girl spoke on the phone. Her voice was soft and quiet, as if she hadn't spoken for a dew days. Confused, George responded a little shakily.

"I'm George, one of Dream's friends? Is Dream okay?" He gulped, why didn't Dream answer the phone?

George had a bad feeling before the girl got a chance to even speak.

"No, he's not..." The girl's voice broke as she spoke. She sniffled, George could tell in her voice that it was hard for her to continue speaking.

"Dre--Clay, was brought to the hospital two days ago because..." She stopped for a second, George didn't pressure her. However, when he heard the word 'hospital ' his eyes widened, almost crying on the spot.

"He was hit by a car." 

Those very words felt like someone stabbed him through the heart. His chest felt heavy and his throat closed. I can't believe it... Were the only words in his mind, unable to bear the thought of losing Dream. Tears started rolling down his face as he breathed heavily, letting the words really sink in. The sounds around George faded away, the sound of the microwave going off escaped him. The only sound he could hear were those very words. 

"He was hit by a car."

Over and over they repeated in George's mind. He had to say something, he had to know if Dream was okay.

"I-is...is he s-stable?" He stuttered, trying his best to speak. George went against a wall and just melted against it. Putting the phone on speaker and setting it down, he wrapped his legs with his arms, feeling some sort of comfort while alone. He held himself tight, wishing only for Dream to be there with him, to hold him. He sobbed into his arms, letting himself cry felt so much better than holding it in. The girl took a while to respond, which didn't feel so bad since he was terrified of what she might say. Yet, his anxiousness was killing him.

"He's...stable...for now. The doctor said...that he may-" She broke into tears, who knows how long she was holding them in for. George didn't blame her, he figured she was Dream's relative and didn't force her to talk anymore about it. Instead, he changed the subject.

"W-what's the address?" He swallowed, a huge lump was in his throat as he spoke, trying to hold back his tears. The girl sniffled.

"The hospital address? Why?" Her tone was filled with confusion, she had recognized his British accent and didn't believe he would fly all the way to Florida to see Dream. She was wrong.

"I'm coming."

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823 words.

These will get longer I swear. 

Hope you enjoyed! If there's any errors, feel free to let me know.