Stick to the Script

Chapter 15

"Do you remember what happened?" 

Blink 

"Do you remember me?" 

Blink blink

Dream nods after asking his questions. "Y/n, I think you got really hurt. It's going to take a while for you to heal- you may not even heal at all". 

No- NO! I don't want to be trapped here, requiring Dream's assistance. I want my friends to be here, to comfort me. A silent tear rolls down my cheek. 

"Oh- please don't cry y/n", he murmurs as he wipes his thumb across my cheek. "I'll take care of you. For now, just try and get some rest". 

I close my eyes and fall back asleep, refusing to accept what is happening. This is all a bad dream... when I wake up, I'll be back with Tommy in L'manberg. 

Is y/n ok?
DREAM!!!
Aww Dream is so cute with y/n
:)
<3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3
Love you y/n
That was soooo good!!!
PogChamp!
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POGGG
Bye!!!!!!

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I wake up with a start. It's the third or fourth time I have woken up with a pounding in my head. Each time this feeling follows the recurring nightmare of having thousands of voices yell at me. 

I look around me- Dream is asleep in the corner of the room without his mask on. I study him. Look how vulnerable he is right now, yet here I am, incapable of doing anything to him. Dream starts to stir and I quickly look away- suddenly very interested in the ceiling above me. I hear him get up and walk over to me, kneeling beside my bed. 

"You awake?", he asks. 

Blink blink 

"Ready to start getting better?" 

I look over, confused. Blink Blink 

"Perfect, I'm going to carry you to the other room really quick". 

There's nothing I can do but watch as Dream lifts me up. He carries me out of the room and sets me down in a chair in a new room. I look around, not recognizing the house. While looking around I don't even notice what Dream is doing until I feel a light tugging sensation. Dream is at the end of the chair and is massaging my legs. 

I start blinking furiously at him- desperately trying to get his attention. He looks up at me and stops. 

"What?" 

Blink 

"What do you mean 'no'?"

Blink 

"Y/n, I'm trying to help you", he says, exasperated.

I huff loudly. 

"Listen y/n, we both know you have some form of paralysis. Neither of us knows how bad it is, but I know that if you don't stimulate the nerves in the unused limbs now, when you heal, your body will be too weak to properly function and you will need to do extensive physical therapy". 

I stare at him, unsure of what to do. 

"Let me help you". 

The only person you ever help is yourself- I think to myself.  Blink Blink. 

"Thank you". 

Dream takes his time meticulously doing the physical therapy routine. He rotates my limbs at every joint, stretches longer muscles, and rubs my skin. The weirdest part is I can't feel anything besides a slight tugging. I spent the majority of the time zoning out except every now and then I felt a tingling sensation and would excitedly blink. 

When Dream is done he sprawls out on the chair next to me. "That was harder than I thought", he says with a tired chuckle. 

I snort. 

He whips to look at me. "Oh really, you won't talk but you'll laugh at me", he teases. 

I silently laugh- my uneven breathing loud enough for Dream to notice. He wheezes loudly as he stands up. "I'll be right back with some food".

Oh food, that sounds good. 

Dream comes back with a bowl of soup and a bright pink drink. He kneels beside me with the items. "Ok, in order to get the bowl of soup, I need you to drink the healing potion".

I eye the potion suspiciously but reluctantly blink twice to signal him 'ok'. Dream slowly tips the potion bottle towards my mouth, pausing at intervals to make sure I am drinking the potion. It took quite a while, but I manage to down the whole potion. 

"Perfect, you did it!", Dream exclaims happily. 

I start blinking rapidly. 

"What's wrong?" 

I stare intensely at the bowl of soup he left on a nearby table. Dream wheezes again, "Oh sorry, I forgot. Here let me help." 

Dream helps me drink the warm broth, it takes even longer than the potion to drink. When I finish the soup, Dream puts the bowl away and turns back to face me. 

"All good now?"

Blink Blink 

"I don't know about you, but I'm tired". 

Blink Blink

"Ok, let's take a nap. I'm picking you up", Dream warns. 

I get hoisted up and walked back to the first room I awoke in. Dream places me gently on the bed, tucking the sheet around me. He then takes a seat in the chair in the corner, instantly passing out. I also capitalize on the opportunity to sleep. Maybe this time the strange voices will leave me alone.

[A/N]

Hey guys! Hope you enjoyed the chapter! :)
(I found it funny writing conversations via blinking lol)

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