A Demonic Dance

Chapter Twenty Four: Falling for a Human

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Through the rest of the day George ended up being in and out of sleep, giving his Demon companion enough time to mope around and it wasn't till the next afternoon did George finally wake up, Dream surprisingly curled up in his chair next to the bed, fast asleep, his head resting beside George's arm on the bed.

"Mmh." George groaned slightly, reaching to rub his eyes before being stopped by an extreme pain in his wrist.

Oh, he'd forgotten about that.

Although his wrist most definitely looked in a better condition then the last time he'd seen it he still couldn't help but gag at the thought of it oozing with blood and the pain that had come with it.

"Ouch." He muttered, carefully lifting his left arm up so he could admire his wrist.

He couldn't really remember a lot of the actual wrist bandaging, it was all clouded with a mass of pain he would rather forget.

Pushing himself up in his bed so he was sitting up more properly he wracked his brain for memories of what happened. He remembered the alleyway. The smile. The laugh. The pain.

He remembered fragments of speech and Dream at his side telling him to close his eyes. Thinking past that just gave him even more of a headache then he already had, the slight throbbing of his head very prevalent in his mind.

He remembered feeling like he was flying. That was probably just his bull crap imagination, clouding reality with a figment of reality.

He also however, even when all he could remember seeing was darkness, could remember Dreams worried voice through it all. It wasn't like he was going to die or anything. It just... Remembering the desperateness in his voice made George see Dream in a new light, as if he wasn't amazing enough already.

He glanced down at the sleeping male beside him. How could someone so loving and caring be a Demon? He was nothing like the female they'd encountered. He was funny, helpful, selfless, better then most humans George had met, and thats saying something.

How could someone so stunning have condemned themselves to a life of pain and suffering.

Dream. What did you do-?

As if on cue, the male beside him let out an exaggerated yawn, rubbing his face before glancing up at George with bleary eyes.

"George?" He muttered sleepily.

"Hey Dream." George replied with a smile, glad for Dreams sleepy face as a distraction from the pain.

"Oh hi." He replied drearily before collapsing his head back too the blanket, a few seconds latter sitting right back up. "Omg George you're awake! How are you feeling? Does your wrist hurt? Are you comfortable?"

"Calm down I'm fine." He replied while trying to badly hold back a wince as he moved his wrist, also now noticing a pain when he talked and swallowed, something that earlier had blended with the pain from his wrist. "I only broke my wrist, I'm not paralysed or something."

"That doesn't mean you have permission to go faint on me though. You scared the absolute crap out of me." He complains, still glancing at the smaller worriedly. "You've also bruised you're neck pretty badly so just, try not to talk too much."

"Pfft, you need to realise I'm not just going to crumble beneath your fingers Dream, I'm not that fragile."

"Yeah, says the guy that's been passed out for the past day and a half." Dream replied with a huff.