Till Death Do Us Part... (dnf)

Difficult Healing (^!!)

George was still lost. he looked around, trying to find his way home, but he had no idea where he was. he glanced at the sky, noticing morning would come soon. he didnt hear the rattle of bones, but instead felt the sharp sting in his shoulder. he looked behind him, seeing an arrow and a skeleton, he turned and started to run, but not before a shot between the ribs made him cry out. 

he bit back the tears, and started moving faster, getting away. he leaned against a tree, trying to regain his strength. "fucking hell.." he mumbled. he started to check his inventory for food, but was instead greeted by a loud explosion, and the thud of his side against a tree, the blast sending sharp pieces of rock and sticks into his side. he hissed in pain, and slammed his hand on the ground, pain coming in waves. the ringing in his ears calmed down as he stood and started walking again. he kept alert this time. 

he finally saw the light of the house, right as the sun started coming up. he smiled, and stumbled to the door, opening it and falling to his hands and knees. next thing he knew, he was being gently helped up and led upstairs, by someone in.. brown and black, and someone in a trenchcoat. he felt himself stumble with them, pain flooding his senses, warm blood dripping along his back from the arrows. 

"guys.. i... i think im gonna pass out.." he stated, sagging a bit in his friends arms.

"george no you need to stay awake." bads voice was fuzzy, and hard to hear. "wilbur go get geppy-"

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the sharp pain was dulled a bit, but still there. he felt somthing around his waist and shoulder, and assumed it was bandages. he blinked his eyes open, and slowly sat up, wincing at the pain in his ribs and side. dream was asleep across the room, but his arm wasnt in a splint anymore, and he seemed okay. george got up, and crawled into bed, snuggling against dream, and gripping onto his shirt.

"hm? georgie?" he asked, shifting so he was facing george. he noticed that george seemed stiff. "did the pain wake you?" 

george shook his head a bit. "n-no... maybe. not sure." he mumbled against dreams shoulder. 

"we can just lay here for a while if you want." george nodded at this, so he pulled the covers over both of them, and pulled the shorter brunette against him gently. "sleep well"

dream didnt sleep though. he just gently held george, whispering soft words to him, and petting his hair. he listened to georges breathing, and the gentle flutter of his heart, taking in the moment.

the door opened a bit, and bad walked in, looking at dream holding a sleeping george. "i need to check his bandages-" bad felt a bit rude for having to wake george. 

"its fine, he can sleep afterward." dream stated, gently nudging george, who whined a bit, trying to hide against dream. "gogy, you need to get up for a moment." he whispered.

"please" george murmured against dream. 

"george..."

"please dont make me move. it hurts" his voice was pained and small. dream looked at bad and shook his head, and pulled the blanket away from gogys back. bad sighed a bit, and gently pulled the back georges shirt up and away from his bandages. he just checked for dark patches that showed that he was bleeding. but he saw none, so he pulled the shirt and blanket back down. 

"george, does your back and shoulder hurt?" bad asked gently, putting a hand on georges side.

george gasped a bit, and buried his face. "n-no my side... my side hurts."

"george, we thought you just got shot, what else happened?" dream asked, petting georges hair again.

"c-creeper" bad frowned at how small george sounded. he tried barely touching his side, and george tensed up. 

"george i need to look at your side"

"no-"

"georgie, please" dream asked.

"dream im serious, please i cant" his voice was a bit shakey, which really worried dream and bad. dream slowly sat up, causing george to tense up. 

"does it hurt less when i help?" dream asked softly. he nodded, holding onto dream.

bad sat next to the bed and pulled georges shirt up again, this time looking at his side. "dream-"

"i see it. go get what you need, ill tell him."

"sh-shrapnel?" george asked, still clinging to him. dream nodded, and kissed georges head, humming to him.

bad came back with their only healing potion. it wasnt very strong, but it would help. he handed it to dream, and slipped out of the room, not wanting to bother them any longer.

"hey. i need you to drink this." he held the potion up to georges lips, and slowly tipped the bottle back. george drank it, and dream felt him slowly get less tense. "is that better?" george nodded, and nuzzled his face against dream.

"yeah but im still tired.." he grumbled sleepily

"okay, goodnight then." dream murmured, petting his hair gently.