Dear Dream (DreamNotFound)

Capricious -Chapter 8

For the purpose of the story, Dream's mom's name is gonna be Natalie.

TW: swearing, anxiety, hyperventilating

"Hello, this is emergency services, is this Clay (last name)?"

"Uhm, yes? What is it-?"

"Well, it appears that your sister found your mother, Natalie (last name), passed out on the floor, and you were in her emergency contacts."

Dream sat there for a few moments, shocked. He felt his eyes widening and his heart slowly sinking into anxiety. "Where is she now?!"

"She currently at an emergency facility in Lock hart. She is now being sent to a hospital in Orlando. I will send you all of the information you need to know."

"Wai-" The lady hung up. Dream dropped his phone into his lap and started shaking, tears filling his eyes, slowly spilling onto his cheeks.

"What happened?" George asked, his voice full of concern.

"M-my-"

"Hm-?"

"M-" He cleared his throat. "I- n-nothing." He said softly.

"Then why-"

"It's n-nothing."

"Why are you crying then?"

"I-I'm not."

"Dream, I can see-"

"It's nothing, just drop it. Don't worry about i-it."

"Dream-"

"Please just- leave me a-alone."

George's POV

George lowered his voice. "I-I'm sorry Dream I just wanted to hel-"

"Well, I don't NEED your 'help', so it'd be nice if you could just leave me the FUCK alone, like I asked you to. I may be close to you and sometimes open up, but you don't always need to try get me to talk to you about stuff." Dream said, his voice raising all of the sudden.

Dream seemed shocked at the things that he'd just said.

George blinked, taken aback. His shock melted away into hurt as his eyes started to look glassy from the tears forming in his eyes.

"W-wait George I- I didn't m-mean-"

"Forget it." George opened the car door, stepping out and slamming it. He walked inside, and right when he closed the door, he ran into the bedroom, tears streaming down his face. He flopped on the bed and sobbed, clenching his fists as hard as he could. He tucked in his legs so that he was sitting with his caves under his thighs, his head buried into the bed covers.

Why am I so damn emotional? Something bad could've happened to him and I just- did that? What the hell George?! What is wrong with you? You probably made Dream feel worse, now. You are such a fuck-up.

George sat upright and took in short, shaky breaths. His vision became blurry and he felt dizzy. He held his hand to his chest, trying to calm his breathing. His heart was racing and he felt weak. For a few minutes, he tried to control himself, but his vision was only getting more blurry and he was only feeling more weak.

"I'm s-sorry Dream.."

Suddenly, he fell back, causing him to limply fall off of the bed. His head hit the wooden floor with a thump, and everything went black.

Dream's POV

"Dammit, Dream! You fucked up again!" He slammed his fists on the top of his car, tears spilling out of his eyes and streaming onto his cheeks. He sighed.