Eva's New Hermitcraft and Dream SMP Oneshots

Chasing Cars - (Angst - Dream x George)

AN: Heyo! This oneshot is actually a scene from a story that I was working on but decided to pull because I just couldn't bring myself to work on it. I may one day repost it and finish, but as for now, I wanted to share this scene. It's probably on of the best things I have ever written. I did edit it a bit to make more sense for those who didn't see the actual story.

Backstory: George is blind here and was blinded a couple years ago in a car crash. He's basically brothers with Grian.

SEVER TW: I literally put myself into a panic attack while writing this and when I showed my sister, she messaged me saying that she had to stop multiple times to remind herself to breath so PLEASE be careful. This is car crash scene so blood, PTSD attack, and self harm.

Dream POV-

-please read the TW if you haven't-

It felt like a blanket had covered the world. Not in the soft way that snow seems to blanket the earth, no this was like the smoke in a burning building, filling my lungs making it hard to breath. It was like a full-blown migraine, making my ears ring and eyes hurt. It was shackles hold my body to the ground, unable to move.

It was torture.

And the scene in front of me, horrifying.

The blinding lights of the car flickered out as the driver hurriedly turned the car off and stumbled drunkenly out of the driver's seat. His gaze was glazed over, but as he looked at the scene, he sobered up almost immediately before dropping to the cold concrete, sobbing. I could hear Bad on his phone, sobbing as he told someone where we were, probably 911, before Techno took the phone from the panicked Bad and continued talking.

But the worst part was the blood. It sparkled grotesquely under the starlight as it slowly pooled. Pass the pool of blood was George, where he lay after Grian shoved him out of the way. His face was deathly white as he shook. One look at him and I knew he wasn't breathing. He was having the worst panic attack I had ever witnessed first hard, and I could see it from 10 feet away.

I knew I needed to do something, so I rushed around the bloody scene, still refusing to look any closer, and knelt down in front of George, my back facing the scene as I took in the brunet in front of me.

Makeup smeared as tears streaked down his face, as silent cries tried to escape his mouth. His occasional hiccup refused to give him the relief of air as he curled into himself, lying on his side on the rocky ground. He twitched and shook and heaved for air, nothing entering his airpipe.

I began talking to him, asking for permission to help him, but nothing was going through. He had his hands clenched around his ears, pulling at his hair as his legs began to spasm. Having no idea what more I could do, I shift to lift George's head into my lap. The touch and movement led him to scream and shake more, but I was at least holding his head away from the concrete.

I did nothing but hold him, whispering kind words, as I sat there. Cries of distress filled my ears as George began to gain a bit more air in his lungs, almost giving me some relief. He was getting some oxygen in his body.

But his panic got worse as sirens could be heard. He released his hair, wrapping his arms around my waist and pulling his legs in tighter. I could feel George squeezing my waist so tight I could almost imagine the bruises, but I ignored it and gently and slowly placed a hand on his back. He flinched and whimpered, but relaxed into it as I gently traced a circle on his back.

I could see the red and blue of the ambulance pulling up to the scene and biting my lip, I closed my eyes, lifted it away from the frightened man below me.