Mcyt Oneshots

Hanahaki II

The burning in his chest, the difficulty to breath, the way everything swayed around him, he was more focused on that. He stopped moving his character, having to look away and rest his head on his desk as his breath became more and more shallow.

He wheezed and gripped his mouse tighter.

" Dream. " George sounded distant. Dream suddenly couldn't hold back, letting a flurry of coughing up flowers take him over.

Full flowers. He squinted at them, his hands shaking uncontrollably.

" Dream? Do I need to call an ambulance? " George sounded like he wanted to be joking.

Dream took another shaky inhale. The stuff he read said he wasn't supposed to cough up full flowers for months.

" Dream? " George repeated, genuine fear in his tone.

" I- I'm okay. " Dream's voice was raw and scratchy, his throat ached.

" Are you sick? Nevermind that was a stupid question. That coughing fit sounded pretty bad. You should go to the ER or something. Dream paled, looking down.

" Yeah. You're right. I'll- I'm- I'm gonna go now. " He mumbled, his chat was flying too fast for him to read so he simply left the call and shut off the screen, turning to his phone.

He scanned over his contacts for a moment before tapping Sapnap's name.

It buzzed for a little before the said male picked up.

" Dream? What's wrong? I was watching the stream. That sounded pretty bad." Subpoena said worriedly.

Dream looked at his feet and then out of the room where Patches sat on top of the couch sunbathing.

" I coughed up full flowers. " He spoke in barely more than a whisper in fear of hurting it worse. " I don't know how much longer I have left. " His voice cracked.

" Please come soon. I don't think I have a lot of time. "

Sapnap panicked over the phone, Dream could tell by the annoyingly loud shuffling.

" Fuck it dude. If that's the case forget waiting a couple more days to get on a plane. I'll drive for 18 hours. " He spat. Dream rubbed at his eyes as he tried to refrain from crying. He sniffled quietly.

" Oh, don't cry. " Sapnap murmured gently over the phone. " I'll be there as soon as I can. You'll be okay. " He promised. Dream could faintly hear him packing stuff.

Dream sniffled again, feeling guilty. " Sorry. I'm just a little overwhelmed. " He laughed dryly, wincing at the pain that gripped him as he did so.

He looked down at his blood covered hands, frowning with a surprised noise of disgust.

" You okay? " Sapnap asked worriedly, obviously hearing the blonde.

" Yeah, I just looked at my hands and realized they are a bloody mess and I probably got it on my phone. " He said as he stood up and took his phone to the bathroom, washing his hands and grabbing some old towels to begin wiping everything off.

" Ew? There's blood? " He heard his friend say. He chuckled softly.

" Yeah. Flower petals, blood, flowers. It ain't pretty. " He hummed, scaring himself slightly. How could he talk so leisurely about it as if it's nothing?

He and Sapnap stayed on call for a little longer, but they didn't talk much. It mostly consisted of Dream coughing and Sapnap repeatedly asking if he was okay, as if he missed doing it every ten minutes, Dream would be dead.

And he couldn't help but think it was a possibility.

" Dude, I'm going to have to drive which means I have to hang up. Will you be okay on your own for the next 18 hours or so? " Sapnap asked.

" I- I think I'll be fine. " Dream said quietly, burrowing his head in his arms as he sat down at his desk.

" Alright, dude. Take care of yourself. Make sure you eat something. I'll see you soon. " Sapnap said.

Dream huffed. " Okay, Dadnap. " He said sarcastically, laughing.

" You did not just call me that! NO way! I'm not having that being added to my endless list of nicknames! " He complained. Dream chuckled, his eyes watering from the pain.

" Bye, Dadnap. " He said before hanging up. He looked down at the screen which stated that the call had ended.

He considered eating for a moment before deciding if he stood he would probably fall over. He whimpered and finally let himself cry.

He was stressed, hungry, tired, sick, everything negative you could think of. Well, minus dead. But it wouldn't stay that long for long.