10 Forget Me Not -Ch 9

𝗧𝗪: 𝗦𝗛 (I'll specify when) (Also, this is just for the story. I'm NOT assuming this person does or doesn't irl.), 𝘀𝗹𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝗴𝗼𝗿𝗲, 𝘀𝘄𝗲𝗮𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴

Dream laughed. "Nice try, George."

George looked serious. "Um..Do I know you-? Where even am I?!"

Dream froze, a shiver going up his spine. "You're serious?"

"Why wouldn't I be? I mean, you sound familiar, but I dunno.."

His heart dropped like a stone. It shattered like shards of ice for the second time within less than 12 hours. "W-what?"

George looked around, bewildered. "What is this- am I in a hospital?!"

"D-do you actually not r-remember m-e?" His voice started cracking in pain.

"I'm serious! Why am I in a hospital?!"

Anxiety started slowly creeping up all throughout his body. "U-uhm I f-found you passed out on the f-floor, s-so I call-" He took in a shaky breath. "I called the ambulance."

"Oh.." He hesitated. "So- who are you? You sound really similar to one of my friends.. but I've never seen him before."

"U-uhm first, how much do you remember-?"

He thought for a moment. "I remember uhm- I was getting ready to go to the airport.."

"Wait. so how do-"

𝘖𝘩, 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵. 𝘏𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦.

"Nevermind. Okay, well I'm Dream, u-uhm, yeah. We met up and you were staying at my apartment and yesterday I-.." He paused. "I just wanna say sorry, even though you might not remember what had happened."

"What do you mea-" He stopped mid-sentence as they both heard footsteps getting louder and louder. A doctor walked into the room.

"Hello, are you Clay?"

"I am." He responded dully.

"Okay, so George's mother wasn't able to make it here for some reason.. Anyways, we've found out that George was hyperventilating, and as we found him at your estate, he must've become unconscious and fell back, causing him to hit his head, giving him a concussion. We asked if he remembered anything, and he couldn't recall where he was or why he was. We think he has some memory loss, but it can be restored. He'll be staying here only for a few days." She waited for a comment, in which Dream had nothing to say. He was speechless.

"I'll leave you guys to chat." Just as quickly as she came, she left.

Dream froze in shock, tears filling his eyes. He blinked, making tears spill out onto his cheeks.

𝘐𝘵'𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘮𝘺 𝘧𝘢𝘶𝘭𝘵. 𝘍𝘶𝘤𝘬..

He turned to George. "G-george please, just remember me. I'm Dream, I'm your best f-friend."

"Uhm.." George shuffled in his bed uncomfortably.

"Please! I'm sorry.. I'm so sorry.." He lowered his head, tears gushing out. "How can I prove to you that it's me.."

"Uhm... I dunno, I guess. What's your real name?

"C-clay."

"Who's your best friends and their real names?"

"You, which you're George, and Sapnap, and he's Nick."

"Hmm..Only Dream would know this, but what did I once say that I wanted to go to ask someone out?"

"Uhhh, you never told me anything like that??"

George smiled. "So it is you. I was wondering why you sounded so familiar." He giggled. "Well, since I've never told you this, it's a gazebo."

Dream half-heartedly laughed. "Cringee."

"W- whatever. I'm tired, I'm gonna go back to sleep. Come see me later today or something. Also, you look a lot different from what I expected, but not in a bad way."

𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘵'𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘎𝘦𝘰𝘳𝘨𝘦 𝘐 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸.

Dream smiled weakly, and left the room. He decided to go check up on his mom as well, because she was transported to the same hospital, ironically.

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Dream sat in his house, scrolling through twitter. He sighed. It felt so empty and strange without George screaming at him or something. Even though he'd only been there for a few days, Dream had gotten used to the ruckus. Even if they weren't with each other in person, they'd still be calling each other. It made him feel so lonely. He missed him so much.

𝘜𝘨𝘩, 𝘐'𝘮 𝘴𝘰 𝘤𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘺.

As he shut off his phone, his stomach grumbled. He clutched his stomach, got up, and dragged his feet to the pantry, it being full of the groceries he and George had bought a couple days ago. He decided to take out a ramen noodle package, but hesitated. The voices started finding their way throughout his head.

"𝘾𝙡𝙖𝙮, 𝙬𝙝𝙮 𝙙𝙤 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙠 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙚𝙖𝙩? 𝙔𝙤𝙪'𝙧𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙤𝙣 𝙂𝙚𝙤𝙧𝙜𝙚 𝙞𝙨 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙝𝙤𝙨𝙥𝙞𝙩𝙖𝙡. 𝙃𝙤𝙬 𝙬𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙝𝙚 𝙛𝙚𝙚𝙡 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙮𝙤𝙪'𝙧𝙚 𝙣𝙤𝙧𝙣𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙮 𝙚𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙛𝙚𝙚𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙗𝙖𝙙?" They hissed.

George would want me to eat, and it's not my fault.

"𝙊𝙝, 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙮? 𝙒𝙝𝙮 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙝𝙚 𝙝𝙮𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙞𝙡𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙣, 𝙧𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙖𝙛𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙮𝙚𝙡𝙡𝙚𝙙 𝙖𝙩 𝙝𝙞𝙢? 𝙁𝙖𝙘𝙚 𝙞𝙩, 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙛𝙪𝙘𝙠𝙚𝙙 𝙪𝙥, 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙙𝙤𝙣'𝙩 𝙙𝙚𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙚𝙖𝙩. 𝙎𝙩𝙖𝙧𝙫𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧𝙨𝙚𝙡𝙛."

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He realized the voices had a point. Why should he be able to eat when George was stuck in a hospital clueless? It was his fault. He decided to put the pizza back, even though his stomach protested. He took a glass of water and chugged it down.

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The second day of George being in the hospital was hard for Dream. It felt so different. He wasn't used to the fact he couldn't hear George's voice unless he went to see him sitting in a hospital bed looking miserable. Dream chugged down another glass of water, realizing a few minutes later he had to go to the bathroom.

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𝗧𝗪: 𝗦𝗛 & 𝗦𝗟𝗜𝗚𝗛𝗧 𝗚𝗢𝗥𝗘!!!!

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Dream walked into the bathroom and quickly used the toilet. As he was washing his hands, he noticed his razor placed next to his toothbrush. He started at it for a while in debate, while shutting off the water and drying his hands. He hesitated for a moment as he reached out to grab it.

𝘕𝘰, 𝘯𝘰, 𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘯'𝘵 𝘥𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘺𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧. 𝘎𝘦𝘰𝘳𝘨𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵-

"𝘿𝙤 𝙞𝙩. 𝙂𝙚𝙤𝙧𝙜𝙚 𝙙𝙤𝙚𝙨𝙣'𝙩 𝙘𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙖𝙗𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪."

Dream shakily picked up the razor and sighed.

𝘐 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴.

(𝗜'𝗺 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗴𝗼𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗼 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗶𝗻𝘂𝗲 𝘄𝗿𝗶𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗿𝗲𝘀𝘁 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝘀𝗰𝗲𝗻𝗲 𝗯𝗰 𝗶𝘁'𝗱 𝗺𝗮𝗸𝗲 𝗺𝗲 𝘂𝗻𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗳𝗼𝗿𝘁𝗮𝗯𝗹𝗲 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗶𝗳 𝗜 𝘄𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗳𝗳, 𝗜 𝘄𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱𝗻'𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝗻𝗻𝗮 𝗯𝗲 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁-- 𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝗶𝘁'𝘀 𝗽𝗿𝗲𝘁𝘁𝘆 𝗼𝗯𝘃𝗶𝗼𝘂𝘀 𝘄𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗵𝗮𝗽𝗽𝗲𝗻𝗲𝗱--)

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Dream took a shower, pain seeping through his cuts from the pressure and heat of the shower water. He did his best to ignore the water that turned into a slightly red color when it fell from his arms and the sting of the water against his skin. He sighed, turning off the shower head and drying himself off. He got dressed and decided to lay in his bed and watch youtube. His arms stung, but he did his best to ignore it.

Soon, it grew to be night and Dream decided to try sleep off all of the pain he felt, physically and mentally.

𝘐'𝘮 𝘴𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘺, 𝘎𝘦𝘰𝘳𝘷𝘦...

(1179 words)

(𝗜 𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗱𝗮 𝗿𝗲𝗴𝗿𝗲𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗹𝗮𝘀𝘁 𝘀𝗰𝗲𝗻𝗲 𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝘂𝗵𝗺 𝗮𝗻𝘆𝘄𝗮𝘆-)

𝗔𝗹𝘀𝗼, 𝗧𝗛𝗔𝗡𝗞 𝗬𝗢𝗨 𝗦𝗢 𝗦𝗢 𝗠𝗨𝗖𝗛 𝗙𝗢𝗥 𝗟𝗜𝗞𝗘 600+ 𝗥𝗘𝗔𝗗𝗦 𝗛𝗢𝗟𝗬- 𝗼𝗺𝗳𝗴 𝘁𝘆𝘀𝗺 𝗜𝗹𝘆𝗮𝘀𝗺-