Breathing In Life // Dreamnotfound

Sticky Notes

George's POV~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

I finally finished decorating my room. They gave me a small dresser and a desk. I hung LED lights around the bulletin board that was hung above the desk. I left my laptop on top of the desk along with a few books. I had hung a blue butter fly on the corner of the bulletin board and a few posters as well

It wasn't too much they were things that brought me comfort. My mom had left once visiting hours were over. I had talked with my doctor about the plan and what I was meant to do while I was here

I was given a schedule to follow along with a cart that held different pills. They explained which ones I needed to take, when and what time. I placed sticky notes on each bottle because there was no way I was relying on color or my memory

I placed them in order on my desk, fully knowing they were going to get disorganized within the first week

Out of boredom I wrote on sticky notes with random questions. When the nurse had come to make sure I was doing okay I had asked her to give them to the other people who were in the program. She agreed thinking it was sweet of me to write to them

I just didn't want to be stuck here without being able to talk to everyone. Of course I could talk to Dream or Sapnap but I could only talk to them around the time I usually talk to them. I was forced to interact with them with England time

We were suppose to be in different time zones and I had high doubts that I would be able to convince them that I wasn't tired when it would normally be like four in the morning in England.

I decided on editing the videos we recorded beforehand. After a while the nurse had come back with a few sticky notes

I thanked her before she had left. I read each one trying to remember who was who. Turns out there was only three other people in the program because they didn't have enough money for more people

There was Mandy, Andrew and Max

Mandy said her favorite color was purple. Apparently she was 20 and that she was lucky to not have to be in the hospital for most of her life. She said she had a small case and that she hoped it would get smaller with this program. She also said she hoped we could be friends with the distance rule. On the back of her sticky note she had explained that she was a lesbian just so I didn't have to get my hopes up. I laughed about it

Andrew said his favorite color was red

God they like colors I cant even see

He was 18. He said he had a pretty bad case. And he was pretty high on the organ transplant list because of how severe his case was. He said he was pretty bad luck but hoped with the program he could get better that he didn't have to be stuck in the hospital 24/7

I kept a mental note to make sure to wish him luck

Max wrote his favorite color as yellow. I found it a little funny as it was the only one I had an idea of what it looked like unlike the rest. He said he was 21. He explained that he use to have a blind friend that said their favorite color was yellow because of the way people had described the color to them.

He said it made him hopeful and want to keep on trying to get better. He said his case was just like the majority of us. It was tolerable that he didn't have to stay in the hospital so often. It was like he had two homes.

I thought their stories were nice. I wrote back to them and left the notes on the bulletin board as memory. I usually didn't have people who were close to my age to talk to. Or well write to that is

It was nice

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A week has passed since I've arrived here. It was nice. I was allowed to walk around the hospital floors. And occasionally the outside gardens.
It felt like a vacation almost

There was a lounge area for patients and I finally got to talk face to face with the people I've talked to through sticky notes. It was better than I expected and quite funny. We all kept the distance rule in mind as we all sat around a coffee table with a good distance between ourselves. Andrew keeping a little more distance between himself and the rest of us

We talked about our experiences and the things we've been through
We had even laughed about our near death experiences simply because of how dumb they were. It was comforting for us and it easily could be seen as morbid to those over hearing us

I had gotten quiet used to the schedule they gave us. Along with a few check ups from the others in the early mornings or really late nights. I've since hadn't felt jet lagged which I was thankful for

Sadly it seemed my luck had run out just as it was going good.... I guess I couldn't keep it hidden for long

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Dreams POV~~~~~~
I carried a bouquet of flowers with me as I entered the hospital. I never enjoyed hospital. The smell of death and life mixed together had always left an unsettling feeling in my stomach. Today was no different

I waved hello to a few faces I've gotten to know around the hospital. I quickly made my way to the elevators heading up to one of the top floors
Once I entered I looked around the familiar lobby. I walked around to the desk seeing yet another familiar face

"Hey Kayla. Is my mom in her room?"
She looked at me with a warm smile
"Yes, she just took her medicine so she might be a little tired"
"That's okay I'm only here for a small visit"
She nodded and went back to focusing on whatever it was on her screen. I made my way through the familiar hallway and the room I've learned by heart at this point

I knocked quietly before opening the door. I stepped in quietly, my shoes making small squeaks
"Clay? Is that you darling?" I heard my moms sweet voice call out to me
I chuckled quietly as I reached her bed
"Yeah mom it's me" I said smiling at her
She faced me with a warm smile
"You always show up at the best of times don't you" she sighed quietly she she placed her hand on mine
"Why do you say that?"
"I need you to do something for me before you leave" she said simply
"What is it?"
"I'll explain later, how are things going? It's been a while since you've visited me"
" heh, yeah it has. I'm sorry, I got caught up with recording with my friends. One of them had something come up so they needed to record a few videos before leaving"
"Oh do you know why?"
"No he just said to not worry"
"It sounds like you're worried about him"
"Of course I am. It's not like him to just all of a sudden ask us to record because he's going away for a while. He just sounded weird I guess"
"I think he's just trying to not get pity from you. Sometimes getting pity on makes someone feel smaller than they are. I know I felt that way when I first got diagnosed"
I sighed as she brought that up. It pained me to remember how oblivious we were to her condition
"Yeah I guess, but I want to help him if he's going through something. I don't want to make him feel small or like I'm just there because I feel bad"
"I know darling. Your dad is just like that. But sometimes people just want to do things along. Everyone expresses emotions differently"
"You're right"
"A mother knows dear, a mother knows"

I laughed heartedly at her expression. She was always one to calm my nerves. And give a comforting speech. Always reassurance from her

We talked idlily of how things have gone in our lives since the last time we spoke. Once it was my time to leave she handed me a sticky note

"When you go to the desk, you tell them that the sticky note is from me and to give it to the person who gave me a sticky note first. Got it?" She smiled warmly as she let the sticky note go. I nodded to her request

leaving the room a little confused as i saw what was written. She seemed to have been answering questions

weird

A/N
That's the end of this chapter! I hope you guys enjoyed and I'll see you in the next one
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