Dreamnotfound/gream- Bloody ink

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Everything was numb and so cold at first. His body was so tired and frail it might shatter if someone touched him. His mind was so empty, his thoughts so far away. It wasn't even raining. His hearing was the first thing to return , he could hear the hum of machinery and voices. Then he could feel , everything was cold and hurt and he was so hungry. Then was his taste, it tasted like ink. Then his eyesight, he was in a hospital. The final thing was his thoughts

Where am I..... I should be dead..... Does dream know?-

Dream, of course. He needed dream, it was the middle of the afternoon and he had just pretty much died yet the only things he could think about, the only emotion he felt was a desperate need to go home and see his friends. He sat up, hsi body was weak but he forced it to stand and check the window. It was the lowest floor and he could see a familiar road. He slowly opened it before realizing there was machinery attached to his body and without even thinking he tore them out despite the pain and climbed. He could hear the machinery alert the staff and began to run. How his frail and weak body ran like that he'd never know but the only thing he could think about was getting home. He somehow forced his body to the door and only then did his mind start racing

What if they aren't home, what if they already left? You don't even know how long it's been it might not even be your house anymore.-

Those thoughts buzzed in his head as he weakly knocked.

Dream heard a knock on the door. Great , Sapnap must be back with groceries and tried grabbing them all at once again but when he opened the door all he could do was stare at the man in front of him as if he was a ghost. He may as well be, he was supposed to be dead and other than his chest rapidly rising and falling as if he had just been running he looked dead. His eyes were unfocused, his hair fluffy and messy, his clothes were torn and dirty ( no hospital gown ) His eyes had dark circles, his mouth was dyed green along with most of his clothes and skin. Dream began to cry

" I've really god mad haven't I , you're dead"

He laughed pitifully , wiping his tears knowing he didn't look much better

" The man I love died you can't be him"

He was about to keep going when a thin bony hand grabbed his hand away from his face, it felt like squeezing it would break it, and move his hand to the man's equally fragile and boney chest where breath and heart rate faintly raced.

" You aren't crazy"

" I have to be"

" Then what are you feeling right now?"

Dream looked away from the thin body and to the bony face, with a weak smile painted on it. The jester was so familiar. Dream shook his head, it cant be real. He pulled his hand away and buried his face in it

" Don't do this to me, don't give me hope"

" listen, clay please look at me"

He listened and to his surprise George grabbed his face and weakly kissed him. Even without any strength George kissed dream deeply. Dream was surprised but his fear and sorrow melted away for a moment. His mouth tasted like ink but under all that there was something sweet. That sweetness must be george.

They broke away and George leaned on Dream, barely having the strength to stand.

" That prove to you that I'm really here?"

" Y-yeah."

Dream smiles at him before lifting him up with almost no effort

" It did"

( short and sweet , i think anyway also fuck logic I've thought of a ending I like and I'm gonna get there )