After scrolling for over an hour, I came across a particular Tweet posted by a fan, I felt anger rise in my stomach and tears swimming in my eyes. The Tweet read:

RIP George! You will be missed a lot but now you're in a better place <3

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We ended the stream because of that 1 particular donation. It was a bad thing to do; everyone thinks George is dead - when he is most certainly not.

He is unconscious, but still alive. All over Twitter, people had posted random stuff of him telling him to rest in peace. I desperately wanted to tell the fans that George was alive but Dream said that its ''none of there fucking business''

Dream never leaves the hospital, I get him food and drinks and sometimes I go to see Karl and the others who are all staying at an air bnb about five minutes away from the house. I think they should come and visit the hospital but -once again- Dream disagrees, so we can't. I know he thinks that, that is what is best for George however I there is no harm done if they did come.

I just returned home from trip out to MacDonald's, to grab Dream and I something to eat for dinner. With two bags of food dangling from my hands, I entered George's hosptial room and smiled. Curled up in a chair in the corner of the room, fast asleep was Dream. A thick, fuzzy blanket was draped over his shoulders and his head rested on the arm of the chair. I knew if I was in the room, then I would wake him and Dream really needed sleep; he hasn't slept in like fourty hours. Creeping silently out of the room, I left him alone to rest.

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Tiredness was starting to catch up with me, I could barely give my eyes open but I desperately wanted to stay awake. In the end, I decided to rest my eyes for a while and sleepily rested my head on the arm of the chair and fell into a deep sleep.

I could hear something. My eyes still felt heavy and I was still unbelievably tired. Shifting around in the uncomfortable chair, I tried to find a decent position to nap in. Then I heard the noise again. It was like a grumble - kind of. I rubbed my bleary eyes and stretched.

"Dream?" I heard a small voice croak.

My eyes snapped open.

"George?" I said quite loudly.

"Dream?" the voice said again.

I practically fell out of my chair and crawled over to the bed, I looked up to see him, his eyes fluttering slightly. I squeezed his hand, to let him know that I was there. Softly, I asked, "George can you hear me?"

"Dream," he sounded panicked, "Where am I? What happened?"

"I um you were in a um car accident George..."

"What??!!" He tried to sit up but I ordered him to lay back down.

"Oh George! I'm so sorry."

"Why are you sorry?"

I realised something, he had no recollection of our fight. I raised my hand, and they found there way to his cheek. He winced as I touched his face and I immediately pulled my hand away. Then, I burst into the tears. George looked terrifyed.

"Dream? Dream? Are you okay?" I chuckled through my sobs at his concern.

"George for God's sake I'm fine! You're the one in hospital because of me!"

He frowned and croaked, "Because of you?"

Both of our pairs of eyes diverted to the door as Sapnap burst in.

"Nurses said-" His mouth dropped open, "George?!" He threw himself at George and squeezed him tight. George let out a little cry. Sapnap loosened his grip and whispered apologetically into his ear, not wanting to let go. I'm glad he came in, I didn't want to explain how he got in the accident.

George was exhausted despite being unconscious for five days and he kept dozing off to sleep as we spoke to him.

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My eyelids fluttered. A throbbing pain lingered in my head; my leg hurt a lot too. My face stung a little and well every part of me ached. The light in the room was blinding; I could only squint my eyes open. There was a beeping noise in the background, it was very annoying and it just added to my horrid headache. My brain felt like mush. I had no idea where I was or why I was here. Suddenly, I felt very nervous.

Lifting my head slightly, I noticed that someone else was in the room was me, asleep in a chair. They had messy, blonde hair hanging down in the way of their eyes and they looked quite tall.

"Dream?" I croaked. My voice sounded raw and hoarse and very British. It didn't even sound like my voice. The blonde boy stirred. "Dream?"

"George?" The boy said back. He looked up at me and came scrabbling over to the bed. "George can you hear me?" I ignored the question.

Panic was rising in my voice, "Dream? Where am I? What happened?"

Dream looked me in the eyes, they were glimmering with guilt, "I um you were in a um car accident..."

"What?!" My heart rate frenzied. I established that the beeping was my heart rate as they were both in time. I attempted to sit up but he made me lay down again. Dream looked like he was going to cry.

"Oh George! I'm so sorry."

I was confused. Dream hadn't done anything wrong, right?

I asked, "Why are you sorry?". He reached his arm forward to touch my face. When his fingers touched my cheek, I winced, it hurt.

Dream quickly pulled his hand away and he burst into tears. I was terrifyed. Did I do something wrong?

"Dream?" I asked, scared that I did something wrong, "Dream? Are you okay?"

He chuckled through his sobs. "George for God's sake I'm fine! You're the one in hospital because of me!"

I frowned and croaked, "Because of you?"

Was it Dream's fault I was in hospital?