Winter Wind // dreamnotfound

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Dream had been rushed to the ice rink's medical office.

After failing the jump, he couldn't stand up to finish the rest of his routine, and was ultimately disqualified. Dream is pissed about that, and doesn't know whether to scream or cry. He doesn't know if he should blame George for getting in his head, or blame himself for not listening to George in the first place.

Dream finds tears slipping carefully down his face and he cries silently, knowing everyone else must be finishing up the competition. Even Bad isn't here, which Dream finds to be annoying. He feels alone.

Suddenly, the door bursts open and Dream sees Sapnap run over to his bed.

"Dream! Are you alright? That was a nasty fall," Sapnap says, sitting himself down on the edge of Dream's bed. The blonde moves his foot, wincing in pain at the feeling.

"You're asking me if I'm alright? Do I look alright?" Dream says sarcastically, finding himself settling on anger instead of sadness right now. He refuses to cry in front of his best friend, so he wipes his tears and crosses his arms.

"What happened? You never fail your double axel like that," Sapnap says, looking concerned.

Dream rolls his eyes. "Well obviously I did."

"Why are you being so snappy?" Sapnap asks.

"I lost fucking nationals I'm obviously going to be angry! Who knows if I'll even be fine to perform again in February?" Dream says angrily, forcing his eyes away from his friend.

"Well I'm sorry that happened, but you don't need to take your anger out on me," Sapnap says, also sounding frustrated. "Clearly you need to be alone right now, I'm leaving."

"Sapnap..." Dream finds that maybe he was a little harsh towards his friend. The brunette only shakes his head and walks over to the door, opening it.

"I won, by the way," Sapnap says quietly. "No need to congratulate me. Hope I see you at worlds."

Sapnap leaves without another word and Dream regrets yelling at him. The blonde sighs and figures that he'll probably come around eventually, though. Sometimes this is how their friendship works—fight, make up, fight, make up, fight, make up.

Dream sits bored in the room as nurses come in and out and people walk past. Bad comes in a moment later, seemingly frantic as if he forgot Dream was even in there.

"Dream, how are you feeling? Your performance was great," Bad says, to which the blonde only rolls his eyes at.

"It wasn't great," Dream mumbles.

Bad says something along the lines of 'nonsense' then speaks with one of the nurses.

"Good news," Bad says. "Your ankle only seems to be strained. It's not broken, but you still must be careful when walking on it. And that means no skating for one month."

"One month?!" Dream yells, sitting up now. Bad only nods. "No, I can't sit out for a whole month."

"It'll just be for the rest of November, it's for the best," Bad says sympathetically, his eyes kind and patient unlike Sapnap's. It seems that Bad has been through this before and knows exactly how to console someone.

"No," Dream refuses. "I'm going to practice for the second wave of nationals in February."

"No you're not," Bad says. "You're going to sit out the rest of the month and that's final."

"But-"

"I said that's final," Bad says sternly, voice more demanding than Dream has ever heard it. The blonde only pouts and forces himself to look away.