car rides

24

TWS:
mature language
mentions of a bead body
slight mentions of suicidal thoughts

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Dream had been laying on George's body for hours.

Sobbing as he held him tight. Waiting for someone to pick them up.

He couldn't call anyone for his phone was completely shattered.

Eventually he heard the beautiful sound of a car approaching them.

He looked in the direction of the sound. Two headlights beginning to slow down.

Once the car stopped moving he sat up waving his arms frantically.

He watched as a tall brunette man with a beanie and glasses quickly got out of the car as he approached him.

Dream sobbed more as he looked down at George.

"He's gone." He whispered.

The man knelt down next to Dream as he wrapped his arm around Dream's shoulder.

"I know. I'm sorry." He whispered.

That accent he had made Dream feel reminded of George yet again.

The man pulled out his phone as he dialed 911.

Holding his phone to his ear as he was still sat next to Dream.

Dream started at George. That's all he could do. Stare.

He starred as he heard the man next to him talking on the phone yet not picking up one word.

The only words he could pick up were "Thank you." As the phone was hung up.

"Help is on the way mate." The man said as he tapped Dream's back twice.

Dream felt himself cry more.

"I can't leave him..."

Tears pouring from his eyes.

The man sighed "You won't be leaving him." He said.

"Not yet."

"Yet?" Dream mumbled with a break still in his voice as he looked at the man.

The man sat in silence as he slightly nodded his head.

"Look I can only imagine how you're feeling right now. I can't even say I understand how you feel because I don't. But eventually man you're gonna have to... you're gonna have to leave him. I'm sorry..."

He stood up as he turned to the street. Waiting for the ambulance.

"What's your name?" Dream mumbled.

The man turned around as he smiled a bit.

"Wilbur."

"You can call me Will though if you'd like."

Dream nodded. Still crying.

"Thank you Wilbur."

The ambulance finally arrived after a couple minutes. They put George on a carrier bed and put him in the back of the vehicle.

They were kind enough to let Dream sit next to George the whole ride to the hospital whilst they took care of his own injuries.

Having his head wrapped with bandages as they let him hold an ice pack against his injury. Telling him his side injury would be healed by morning.

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Eventually Dream found himself sat in a hospital waiting room.

George is dead. He's gone.