With a long, deep breath, I got out of my car and dragged myself to the front door. I raised my shaking fist to knock, my heartbeat thundering in my ears. Squeezing my eyes shut, I tapped my knuckles against the door and waited. A few moments, later I heard a small click and the door slowly creaked open. Once it had opened all the way, I ignored the person, who I hadn't even acknowledged who it was, and looked straight through into the living room.

I felt my legs go weak beneath as I choked out, "Oh... my... God- George?"

I froze. Not moving a muscle, as someone slowly entered the room. Fluffy, dark hair, warm, brown eyes, soft pale skin.

"Sapnap who's at the door?" George called out, strolling over to the sofa, still oblivious about my presence.

"N-no..." I breathed, my limbs beginning to tremble, "G-George?"

His head snapped to the front door and his eyes widened to the side of saucers. Before either of us can utter a single word, Sapnap muttered, "How on earth do you have the fucking nerve to show up back here, Dream."

I was taken harshly aback at his words, almost physically flinching. "I- um, what d-dyou mean?"

"I mean," he said lowly as George appeared at his side and hd slowly pushed him behind his back, "You disappeared, you left me all alone in the house where my best friend died! And fucking hell Dream, I was so God damn worried about you! Everyday I phoned you- multiple times as well! No matter how upset I was... I was always there for you, but what about me!"

"Sapnap... I'm so-"

"No!" he yelled back at me, "Don't you dare say you're sorry! I got a call from the hospital two weeks ago. George was alive, and he had been alive for five weeks already, but you wanna know why they never called me? Cause you were George's emergency contact. They were calling you for three weeks to tell you that your boyfriend was alive and that he could come home with you but nooo you were being so much of an ass that you couldn't pick up your phone. So, three weeks of you not answering your phone, three weeks of me thinking he was dead, three weeks of George all on his own in hospital. When George and I needed you most Dream, you weren't there so don't even think about coming in here and apologising!"

Tears poured down my face as the information registered through my brain.

If I would've answered the phone, one, fucking, time George could've come home, I could've seen him, held him.

"No... this c- this can't be r-real... y-you're dead..." I said shakily, drawing closer to the pair of them, "I-I watched you d-die...?"

Sapnap swallowed thickly, bringing George closer into his side.

I extended my shaking arm and cupped the side of George's cheek, my breath hitched in my throat at the touch.

"You're... you're-" I whispered, "You're alive...?"

He slowly nodded. Suddenly, I choked out an unexpected sob. I inched closer towards him and took his hand between my own, "Don't cry..." he whispered, his voice breaking slightly, "Please..."

I dropped to my knees and cried, "I'm so sorry, I-I promised I wouldn't let him hurt you and... George you... you were d-dead! H-how are you even h-here?"

"Dream when I woke up it was horrible; I couldn't see, I couldn't breathe, everything hurt, everything was loud and a-all I wanted was... was you Dream. And I waited and waited but-but you never c-came? Why didn't you come and s-see me or take me home?"

Tears were still flooding down my face as he crouched down to my level and took my face in his hands, "Don't blame yourself for what happened to me, okay? Me getting shot wasn't your fault."

He stood back up straight and stared down into my eyes. Him and Sapnap glanced at each other and then both began to head out of the front door.

"I-um w-where are you guys g-going?" I stammered, watching them, through my tears.

"Karl's house," Sapnap replied, bluntly.

I reached forwards and grabbed George's wrist, tugging him back slightly. He frowned and tried to pry my fingers from my wrist.

"George please don't go," I cried, desperately holding onto his wrists.

"Dream let go!" he exclaimed, attempting to pull away from me, "You're hurting me, stop!"

I gasped and took my hands off of him to see bruises already forming on his skin. "Oh God... George I didn't mean to-"

"Don't you think you've done enough Dream?" Sapnap snapped, "George cmon let's go."

I broke down crying again as they both left the house and slammed the door shut, leaving me all on my own again.

"George please don't leave me!" I sobbed, "I don't wanna lose you again."

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Guilt coursed through my veins as we slammed the door in Dream's face and climbed into Sapnap's car. I buckled in my seatbelt and slumped down into the seat. I buried my face into the palms of my hands and burst into tears.

Sapnap pouted and reached over, wrapping me up in a hug. I rested my head on his shoulder and cried as he rubbed my back.

"Sapnap I'm so mad at him," I sobbed, "But I missed him so much!"

"Shh, I know George, I know."

"B-but I felt bad for him, the way he was crying on the floor, and-and begging me to stay!"

"George its completely up to you whether you go back in there or go to Karl's, it's up to you, okay?"

I nodded wordlessly, smearing away the tears on my cheek.

_ _ _

I can still remember exactly what happened when I awoke in hospital that day. My vision was blurred and stretched and streaked with colours, my whole body ached and my head was pouding like crazy. Noises hit my ears like drums, deafening me as the blurry, distorted people cloaked in long, white trench coats frantically rushed around me.

Their words echoed through my brain like church bells, though they were incohherent despite being deafeningly loud, at the same time. I opened my mouth to speak but no words came out, I was only left with a screaming pain in my throat.

My chest burned with every breath, my eyes stung with every blink, my ears bled with every noise. My breaths were becoming short and shallow until the point that I realised I couldn't breathe. I attempted to sit up but I was pulled back down by endless amounts of tubes leading into multiple places in my skin.

Hands immediately reached forwards and pinned me down onto the lumpy matress. I thrashed and squirmed and twisted, trying to escape from the grip of the people in trench coats. I grew even more startled as a clear, plastic mask was pressed onto my mouth and nose. My eyes widened and my hands scrabbled to get it off but they were snatched away as they made me breathe in whatever the mask was giving.

My eyes became heavy and my limbs grew weak and I realised that it must've been some sort of anesthetic. I fought against the doctors until I couldn't keep my eyes open anymore. Though I was able to utter a few words as I sunk back into unconsciousness, "Where is Dream? I need Dream."

_ _ _

From that day for the next five weels, I waited, and waited, and waited but Dream never came. I was led in a horrid bed at a horrid hospital while I waited. I desperately told the, that I had other friends he in Florida that can take me home but since I couldn't remember their phone numbers, it was no use. It was only until the police found my phone back at the house that they realised my connections with Sapnap. In the end, it was Sapnap who took me home, made me food, helped me recover, and stayed at my side. Every day we called Dream, every day he didn't answer.

Until, he showed up at the house randomly earlier.

I was and still am angry for what Dream did but eitther way those five weeks were the worst of my life, and I missed him more than anything. I glanced at Sapnap and murmered, "Can you drop me off at Karl's house... but check on Dream... please, I'm worried about him."

"Sure thing," he replied with a smile, started the engine and headed off down the road. The pair of us sat in silence, deep in thought.