A Demonic Dance

Chapter Twenty Three: Try not to Scream

Dream sighed, stretching out his arm behind his back as he watched the demon flee. He shuddered slightly as he shifted back to his more tame Demon form, spitting out a glob of black goop that was still dripping from his mouth. "Fuck that's gunna stain."

While most Demons held one form, a specific stronger few Demons had two different forms, their more tame usual form, and then their, well, I would say their more demonic form. But what can get more Demonic then a Demon.

These forms were the sort of thing just a the sight of would make your heart stop beating, make you wish you could drop dead on the spot. Something evident in the female demons reaction to swing him.

And Dreams involved goop, and a lot of it.

Spitting out another glob Dream turned back to George who was still lying with his eyes scrunched shit.

"George, George. Holy shit." He cussed, scooping up the human who felt so small and frail in his arms.

The fabric he'd wrapped around Georges wrist had helped   some of the bleeding though no matter of pressure would be able to stop the blood with the bone sticking out still.

He'd have to try stitch that up when the two got home. He wouldn't be abele to fix the bone though, he wasn't a medical doctor, but at least if he popped it back in and sealed up part of the cut it should at least heal faster.

Looking around frantically Dream tried to process what he was supposed to do. He needed to get George home, and fast.

Making sure the human was safely scooped he stood up and turned to the entrance of the alleyway. If he walked out that way they'd surely be spotted and stoped. He may have been dead for a long time but he was still pretty sure that it was very questionable to walk around with a semi-conscious bleeding person in your arms.

"George, imma get you home, try not to throw up on the way there." He instructed, the smaller nodding groggily in response.

Luckily none of his injuries were anything near life threatening, unless he punctured a lung that is, but he most likely had a bad concussion and his wrist was still bleeding heavily.

That would be his main priority.

"Okay George just stay with me and try not to scream, your gunna have your first fly okay?" Drean explained in the most calming way he could possible as he resummoned his wings.

Yes, this was an absolute stupid idea. Was it his only option? Probably not. Will he do it anyway? Most definitely.

All he had to do was stay low, pretend he was a bird and hope they'd left the apartment window open. How hard could that be.

Making sure George was securely safe in his arms he pushed of the ground, hovering a in the air for a few seconds before beating his wings and going higher, the male in his arms groaning in pain and discomfort.

As soon as he was high enough too Dream landed on the closest roof, happy to find that they had mostly run in circles and that he could easily see the apartment from here.

That was a relief.

"Okay George, not to far now." He muttered, more to himself then to George, well knowing the human was long passed out.