The Hyenas {Dreamnotfound AU}

35. Final Reunion

TW ~ This chapter contains mentions of blood and violence ~ TW

George's POV

I look down at my shoulder. Red starts spreading through the fabric of my hoodie as a strange heat spreads around my neck and shoulder blade. I'm standing halfway in front of Tubbo. The arrow that was meant to hit him is now sticking out from right under my collarbone. I blocked it. More sounds erupt around me. I hear yelling, but I'm not sure who it's coming from. I try to breathe deeply, but my arm hurts whenever my chest lifts.

Tommy races towards us, shielding Tubbo as another hand grabs my good arm and pulls me away, having my body face the door. Whoever pulled me away is pressing my back against their chest, I think to shield me as well. I blink. My vision is sharp. I don't think I'm losing consciousness. I grab at my shoulder in a severely belated reflex, holding onto the arrow as I'm being pushed towards the door by the person behind me.

The sound of another arrow being launched echoes through my ears. I hear a low voice yelling a few curses, but I don't get a chance to look back. The door closes behind us, and a few people gather in front of me. I don't see Clay.

"Where-" I manage to bring out, before stopping in a hiss from the pain shooting through my shoulder and arm.

"Shhh, it's okay," I hear behind me as two arms scoop me up. I look up into a pair of worried green eyes and relief washes over me. He's here. I feel myself getting a little lightheaded as I'm being carried bridal style through the hallway. I close my eyes and lean my head against Clay's shoulder, my good arm wrapped around the nape of neck and other shoulder. By the feeling of it, he's running through the building. I hear several voices screaming, but I can't really make out whose voices they all are. I open my eyes for a moment and see a tall blonde boy with a white and red shirt running beside us. In front of us is a the black-haired boy with the bandana. He seems to shout at other people in the hallway. He's definitely the loudest.

I close my eyes again when I feel the cold air from outside hitting my face. Even though I'm not the one running, I feel my heart rate speeding up. An uneasy feeling overcomes me, a sense of anxiety. I open my eyes a second time. I can see the dandelion field in the distance, before Bad appears in my vision. He looks worried.

"I'm nauseous," I say softly, but I don't think anyone has heard me. My breathing starts shallowing a little bit as its rate increases.

I don't know how much time has passed before I'm lying down on the couch. Wait, how did we even get here? Did I sleep for a bit? I open my eyes and see three people bowing down over me. Two pairs of eyes looking at me through glasses, the other pair upside down above me. There's a hand on either side of my head.

"Stay awake now, okay?" I hear Clay tell me, and I manage to nod carefully. His upside down face makes another hit of nausea strike my stomach, but I try to swallow it away. An attempt to lift my arm is quickly discouraged as another set of hands pushes it back down to the couch. Ah, fuck. It's going to get more stains now.

"No, we can't, I'm pretty sure the arrowhead has barbs," I hear the voice of Wilbur say. "And besides, I think it's plugging his artery now, if you pull it out he could get a big internal bleeding."

I'm awake enough to remember that that's a bad thing.

"I'm cold," I tell them softly, letting my gaze wander around the ceiling. A blanket is draped over me immediately, and I smile as a sign of gratitude to whoever gave it to me.

"How did you treat arrow wounds back there?" I hear Bad ask. The thumbs of the hands on my head are slowly circling around my temples, making me feel a little more comfortable.