into fire (dreamnotfound) (complete)

eight.

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Absentmindedly, my eyes travel to his lips, which are pulled up slightly into a grin. He seems to notice, because his smirk falters slightly.

I wanna kiss him. I think. Shut up.

I clear my throat, and the moment is broken. Dream pushes himself off the ground and off of me, sitting next to me instead. I choose to remain on my back, looking up at the sky.

We sit in silence for a few minutes, yet it doesn't really feel awkward. My mind floods with thoughts about what just happened. After a few minutes, I look over at Dream, and he seems to notice from the corner of his eye.

Maintaining eye contact for a few moments, we stare at each other in silence. He holds his arms out slightly, inviting me towards him. I contemplate it for a second, before ultimately deciding to oblige.

I settle on top of Dream, my nose pressed into his shirt and my fingers laced through the fabric on the back. One of my legs is laying between his, and the other is on the outside of his left leg, and it probably doesn't look it, but it is extremely comfortable.

His hand seems to find its way to the top of my head, and a smile creeps onto my face, feeling his fingers thread through my hair gently. A chill runs down my spine slightly at his motions, and I relax into him, sighing deeply in content.

We stay like that for probably a half hour, before I realize that we should probably get going again. There's still a few hours before sunset, and we need to get to this island as soon as possible; we're starting to run low on water and food again.

Pushing myself off of Dream, I find my knife, sliding it back into the sheath on my left thigh. Dream slides his sword into the one across his back.

That was hot. Shut up.

We get to walking again, mostly just making small talk. The subject had just changed to our favorite fast food when Dream stumbled.

"Ow, fuck!" He exclaims, reaching down and holding his leg. My stomach drops just a bit.

"What? What'd you do?" I immediately sling my pack off my shoulder, unzipping the main compartment and searching for the bandages and wraps. Dream rolls up his pant leg to reveal a good sized slash on his lower shin.

I look back and realize he must've gotten caught on a fallen tree branch, not realizing that it would cut him so badly. Grabbing the bandages and a fresh bottle of water, and I near him.

He gives me a concerned look when he sees the things in my hands.

"I'm fine. I don't need that." Dream tries to argue, starting to roll his pant leg back down. I lunge forward, yanking it back up.

"No, it could get infected, and without a proper doctor, it could get really bad." I justify, not giving him any room for argument. He huffs as I ask him to sit, yet he obliges, letting me observe the area thoroughly.

After some evaluation, I can tell that the cut is around half an inch deep, and definitely needs to be cleaned. It would be best if we had some rubbing alcohol, but we weren't able to find any. Looking up, our eyes meet, and I twist the cap off of the bottle of water.

"This might sting a little." I say, and Dream clenches his jaw under the mask, nodding firmly. I pour fairly slowly, knowing that he's already in pain. His fingers dig into the soft ground beside him, and I can practically hear his teeth grinding.