Dream shouted in fear as he moved forward, feet carrying him towards George before he even realised what was going on.

He dropped to his knees, tears streaming down his face as he moved George's body to hold him in his lap.

It was a sorry sight.

Dream put his hand over the merman's wound, trying desperately to push the blood back in, but to no use. He pulled his mask off, throwing it to the side, not caring when it smashed to bits from the force.

Dream held George's face in his hands, wiping the man's tears off his face with his bloodied fingers.

His eyes were fluttered shut, and Dream could not see him breathing.

"George," the blonde whimpered, "George, please wake up." he sobbed, seeing Schlatt move away from the two, but not caring enough to go after him.

"Wake up!" he screamed, tears streaming down his face as he struggled to breathe, shaking George slightly.

"Wake up, wake up, wake up." he wiped his eyes but it did nothing as more tears escaped his eyes.

"Please, Georgie."

Dream felt a hand rest against his back, and he flinched slightly, turning around and seeing the crying face of Sapnap.

"Sapnap- Sapnap please- help me-" Tears streamed down Sapnap's face, and he shook it slightly.

"Dream- he's, he's..."

Terror shot through Dream's heart as he looked at the faltering face of Sapnap.

He shook his head aggressively, blonde waves bouncing slightly.

"No!" he screamed, "No no no no no no no no!" he sobbed, gasping for air as he turned his gaze back down to the one he loved.

His hand, covered in blood, George's blood, pushed the hair that flopped over the brunette's face to the side.

"George..." Dream whimpered with clenched teeth as he shook.

"No, no, please." his voice cracked as he stared at George with blurry vision.

"Dream..." Sapnap murmured, "please get up..." Dream shook his head as he turned to look at Sapnap.

His eyes drifted over to the side where he saw the rest of his crew. Tommy had collapsed to his knees, clutching onto Wilbur as they cried together. Phil stood over them, a hand on Tommy's back and a mournful look of shock gracing his face.

Fundy, Sam and Ant were stood off to the side, wide eyes with tears as they processed what had just happened. Ranboo and Niki clutched onto each other, the younger boy shaking his head as if he couldn't believe what was going on.

Karl continued to sit on the floor, sobbing and clutching onto his shirt. Dream faintly heard him murmuring "no, please, I've just gotten you back", before he looked in another direction, not wanting to see Karl's tears.

Technoblade, Tubbo and Quackity stood together, all of them upset, despite only knowing George for a little while.

Technoblade kept glancing over to Phil and his brothers, obviously unsure of what he should do, and Dream turned back to George's body. Tears continued to leak from his eyes, dripping onto the dead man's face.

Shuddering breaths escaped the blonde as he bit his lip. He leaned down, kissing his cheek, before gently moving George fully to the floor.

He stood up on shaky legs and glanced around.

He saw Schlatt over by the balcony, obviously trying to sneak out through a secret door.

Rage enveloped him, taking control of his body like a roaring dragon. He leapt forward, grabbing his sword from the floor, and rushed over to Schlatt.

The man whipped around quickly, sword still in his hands, and his eyes widened at the sight of Dream running towards him. He growled out in annoyance, flashing his sword towards Dream.

The blonde yelled in anger, slashing at Schlatt, who blocked his sword with a clang.

Dream struck at him again, but Schlatt continued to block his swings. Dream jumped forward, kicking Schlatt, and the man groaned in pain, lowering his sword slightly.

Dream surged forward, pushing him again as he raised his sword.

Schlatt swung at Dream, who yelped slightly from Schlatt's fist colliding with his cheek.

Dream narrowed his eyes, tightening his hands around the sword handle, and he raised it up once more, colliding with Schlatt's side.

The man groaned in pain, dropping his sword and moving his hands to his side as blood spilled through his fingers. He whipped his head up at Dream, who stood there, breathing heavily from adrenaline and grief.

Dream moved forward again to attack him once more, and Schlatt stumbled back, losing his footing as he came close to the edge. His eyes widened in fear as he moved back, the old railing crumbling underneath him.

Dream watched with wide eyes as the man screamed and disappeared over the edge and onto the rocks below. Dream surged forward, looking over the side, but closed his eyes shut as he saw Schlatt collide with the ground.

After a few moments, he peaked his eyes open, seeing the ocean water sway back and forth over the rocks, and turned away, returning to the safety of the hall.

He stumbled forward, blood dripping from his cheek. That would definitely bruise.

Dream brought a hand to his lips.

He had just killed a man. Sure, he hadn't done the final blow, but it was because of him that the man had fallen over the side.

Dream would probably worry about it more in a different circumstance, but all he could think of was George.

He moved towards the scene and saw everyone looking at him with wide eyes.

He turned his gaze back to George's body on the floor as tears filled his eyes once more.

He stumbled forward, losing the energy he'd previously had and crumbled to the floor in front of the man.

George was dead.

The one he loved. Dead.

Dream felt sick to his stomach, and grief overtook him as he let out a wail.

"Dream!" someone's voice yelled, and he looked up with tear-filled eyes to see Tubbo.

The teenager looked anxious and hopeful, and Dream's eyes wandered to what he held up in his hands.

George's tears. The ones that had rolled away when George hit them out of Schlatt's grasp.

Oh George, you genius!

Tubbo rushed over, giving Dream the vial, as he tried to open it with shaky hands. He growled in frustration as his hands shook, blood coating the vial, and Phil, who had at some point made his way over, gently took it from Dream.

He opened it and handed it back to the blonde, who nodded his head in thanks, before moving George's shirt up, inspecting the wound properly.

Dream felt like he would throw up at the sight of torn skin and blood, but he couldn't. He had to be strong, for George.

He tipped the glowing blue tears over George's wound and waited.

"Will it even work?" Technoblade questioned, "Isn't he already dead?" Dream looked up at him, wincing, and decided to ignore what the man had said.

Phil's hand on Dream's shoulder squeezed him slightly, "We just have to wait."

Dream stared down at George's body, tears in his eyes.

Please come back, George. Please.

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Hello friends!! You probably already could tell, but this was my first time writing a fight scene, so I apologise if it wasn't very good. I need to practice more lmao.

Anywayyyyyyy,,,,,,, I saw your commentssssssssss,,,,,, yeahhhhhhhhhh,,,,, sorryyyyyyyyyyyy

Happy reading!!

-Bee

(19/2/21)

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