Honeydew || dnf

Asphyxiation

TW/CW: eating disorder/anorexia, hospitals, strange behavior, suggested abuse/manipulation, eating

Previously...

"C'mon, I'll take you back to my place and we can hang out, relax, watch some TV or something." Wilbur led Dream out of the hospital, turning to look at him with sympathetic eyes. "George will be fine. You can't get too worked up over it, okay? I know it's hard, I'm struggling with this too, but we need to stay strong. For George."

"Right." Dream nodded solemnly. "You're right. For George."

3rd Person P.O.V.

A day or two had passed, and George was finally given the okay to leave the hospital. He had been spoken to by many doctors and nurses, including the resident psychologist. His diagnosis had been confirmed (which had been the assumption, but it was good to be absolutely sure), and arrangements for weekly check-ins had been made.

George wasn't too happy about it, still caught up in the fact that he had been forced to gain weight against his will. He was fine! He didn't need to be treated like this, and he certainly didn't have an eating disorder.

Luckily though, he would get to leave the hospital very soon. He had been taken off the feeding tube early in the morning, and now he just had to eat something solid to be officially discharged.

"Alright, George." The nurse placed a small plate of apple slices in front of him, stepping back to observe. "Apple slices."

"Is this really necessary?" George questioned, giving the fruit a side eye. "I'm an adult, I can take care of myself just fine."

"Nobody's saying you can't. This is just standard procedure; you need to do this to be discharged." The brunette scoffed lightly, gritting his teeth.

"This is stupid," he muttered, picking up one of the apple slices. He took a bite of it, chewing painstakingly slow. He made eye contact with the nurse as he did so, glaring at her. She had done nothing wrong, of course, but George's priorities were pretty out-of-whack.

"Alright, I did it. Can I go home now?" George crossed his arms, raising an eyebrow expectantly. The nurse sighed, writing something down on her clipboard.

"Yes, you can. Your friends are waiting for you outside." George swung his legs over the side of his bed, kicking his feet for a moment before standing up. The nurse handed him a slip of paper, watching him with narrowed eyes.

"What?"

"Your first weight check is on Friday. Don't miss it." She waved him forward, allowing him to leave. She escorted George to the waiting room, where Dream and Wilbur were waiting.

"George!" Dream gasped, excitedly hugging the smaller boy. "You get to go home!" George tried to wrestle out of Dream's hug, but the blond was much stronger than him.

"Dream," he groaned, pushing at Dream's arm. "Let me go!" Dream released his death grip on the brunette, grinning sheepishly.

"Sorry," he chuckled awkwardly, rubbing the back of his neck. "I'm just really happy to see you."

"I..." George looked at the ground, frowning. "Can I please just go home..." Dream frowned, deflating a little. Wilbur placed a hand on the American's shoulder, nodding.

"Yeah George, we can go home," Wilbur agreed. "Dream and I are coming with you, though." George exhaled loudly, clearly upset.

"I'm fine. I can take care of myself. I don't need a babysitter," he insisted.

"Nobody's being babysat. We just want to hang out with you," Wilbur replied. "Plus, Dream came all the way from America to see you." George crossed his arms, frown deepening.