Tw // mentions of inpatient, cigarettes, abuse
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"Honey take this and light it on the stove" Dreams mom held out a cigarette and pointed towards the kitchen
Dream looked up from the toy cars he was playing with, he was 8 years old at the time "Mommy what is that?"
Dreams moms voice got louder "Just go light it! You have legs right?" His mom showed him which side to light it up on as she handed him the cigarette.
Dream put his toys down "Okay Mommy sorry" The small child got up and walked over to the kitchen stove. He quickly turned it on and lit up the cigarette.
As the substance was lit Dream coughed watching the small trail of smoke leave it.
As he walked back his mom perked up "Finally, took you long enough"
Dream handed his mom the cigarette "Here mommy is this okay?" He titled his head like a small puppy.
Dreams mom looked at the cigarette before taking a hit "It's fine sweetheart"
Dream was about to go back to his race cars when he felt a tug on his shirt, he turned around quickly "What?"
Dreams mom held out the cigarette "Do you want to try it?"
Dream could smell the smoke "It makes my nose tingle, I don't like it"
The older woman pulled Dream closer "Just try it don't be a baby"
Dream tried to pull away "Mommy I don't like it please stop"
Dreams mom held the cigarette up to his mouth "Breathe in honey"
Dream felt tears prick his eyes as he breathed in. He took one last big push and got out from under his moms grip. He fell over and began to cough.
Dreams mom laughed "That's how I was the first time too, you'll get used to it"
Dream continued to cough as he laid on the ground.
"You'll get used to it"
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"Dream are you okay?" George lightly shook him "Dream?"
Dreams eyes flew open and he frantically looked around the room, his chest rose and fell quickly. His hair stuck to his forehead from sweat.
George held Dreams hand and rubbed it "It's okay I'm here"
Dream looked over at George and let out a sigh of relief "I'm sorry, I think I had a nightmare or something"
George put on a sad smile "Don't apologize Dream it's okay"
Dreams breath evened out as he held onto George's small hand.
After a few moments a doctor walked in "Hello boys! Clay how are you feeling?"
Dream winced at the sound of his birth name, George quickly took note of this and put the pieces together faster than most people would.
"He goes by Dream" George said lightheartedly.
Dream squeezed George's hand slightly as a 'thank you'
The doctor nodded "Sorry about that, Dream how are you feeling?"
In all honesty Dream had totally forgotten about his shoulder, but being reminded added some pain back to his conscious.
Dream adjusted moving his body "I feel okay for someone who just got shot" he put on a small smile.
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