Playing the Game (DNF)

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TW// mentions of injury

Dream quickly parks his car, not caring if he does it well. There's only one thing in his mind. Get to George. He picks up his pace as soon as he's out of the car.

Dream bursts through the hospital doors. Everything becomes a blur as he desperately searches for the right place. He passes many people seated around the ER waiting room, none of them seem familiar though.

Out of desperation, he goes to the front desk in need of an answer. The receptionist tells him that they had already checked George in and took him back and are waiting down the hall. She directs him to the right place. He thanks her and heads on his way. His heart pounds in his chest.

He approaches the heavy, metal doors. He pushes them open, it makes a loud sound that echoes down the long hallway. People turn to look at him. Dozens of eyes stare at him, all with their own reasons for being there. A few doctors, in a rush, brush past him. They take patients in and out.

Dream continues down the large hall. Rooms with chairs on the exterior, presumably for those waiting for patients, line the walls.

He recognizes two familiar faces on the chairs. They huddle together as close as they can for being in chairs. They look up upon seeing him notice them. They stand up from the chairs immediately.

Dreams rush of relief is taken away instantly. Their clothes and arms are red. Everything seems to have blood on it. Oh god. He feels sick. He never thought someone could bleed that much.

His head spins. His vision becomes a blur of nothingness yet everything at the same time. Dream reaches his arms out to find a wall, a chair, anything to keep him balance. His fingertips meet the cool walls. He allows his hand to flatten against it. His arm bends slightly as his head dips.

His friends, upon seeing the state he's in, begin to run towards him. Many people stare as they run past. Sapnap runs up to Dreams side, placing a hand on his back and shields him from the stare of others.

"Dream," Sapnap whispers softly. Dream looks past him, taking big breathes.

Karl approaches to the other side of Dream.

"Clay," Sapnap says again, louder this time.

Dream shifts his eyes to look at Sapnap. He can't shake his daze, however. His mind feels foggy.

"You don't look too good, are you alright?" Sapnap rubs his back softly. Dream nods slowly. "Let's find a spot to sit, yeah?"

Sapnap and Karl slowly lead him back over to where they were seated. Once again, they receive startled and disgusted glances.

Dreams wooziness slowly fades as he legs are allowed to rest. They sit in silence for a few moments. Dream takes another glance at Sapnap and Karl, mainly Sapnap however. The front of his shirt is a deep red along with the bottom of his pants from when he had to kneel down. Dream follows the blood to his arms and hands. It has dried and looks more like a thin paint.

"Is that from George?" Dream eventually asks. They both nod. Dream brings a hand to his face to rub his mouth. "You're not hurt, are you?" They shake their heads. Dream let's out a slight sigh of relief.

Dream feels himself feel sick again upon realizing just how much bled can be shed from one human being.

"Where is he?" Dream asks the two. He fiddles with the hem of his shirt and bites the inside of his cheek, anxious for an answer.

Karl and Sapnap exchange a glance.

"He's getting treated right now," Karl adds.

Dream stares at him, eyes slightly wider than normal. He doesn't say anything in response, assuming there would be more. But there isn't. He just stays staring at Karl for an uncomfortable moment.