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Phil kicked the door to his house open. It slammed to the door with crack, probably breaking it but really he didn't care. All his focus was on the younger man in his arms. Dreams eyes had closed after his silent whisper, his body limp once more. Immediately he ran towards his bed, quickly ripping the sheets off of it and carefully placing Dream on it. With that he could finally breath again, knowing the respawn would be set in case- In case...
Discarding that thought Phil starts carefully looking for the damage completely focused on purple patches and fading fingertips he had noticed before. The patches were as purple as the enderdragons eyes, They felt freezing like cold patches on your skin would be when you get hypotermia. The fingers concerned. He has never actually seen anyone getting voided and coming back. Not only is it incredible rare, it had always been prevented before this sort of damage would be conflicted or they had already faded into the stars.
With a deep breath he gets up ready to get to work. Trying to remember what he has read about purple void patches and void incidents he starts listing the possible things he would need. He would need a lot of warm blankets, potions, rags and some honey mixed with blaze powder. Yeah that would work and- "HOLY SHIT!"
With stumble Phil takes a deep breath as he puts a hand on his chest. In his thoughts he had not in fact noticed that almost the whole server was there in his house looking at Dream with different levels of worry an regret. Part of Phil feels mild satisfaction at that. Good they should feel bad. But he quickly smothers it down. He didn't know why they didn't look. He shouldn't assume.
"I- we didn't- Oh my God Dream..." George mumbles in shock.
Gods he didn't have time for this Dream needed him.
"Christ I don't have time right now! Either help me help him or get out!" the winged man snaps. That seemed to spark movement back to the room. Eret seeming the most level headed steps up.
"What do you need Phil?"
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Dreams eyelids felt heavy, his body felt so cold but at the same time he could feel warmness trying to seep in. His mind was filled with cotton, but not the same way it had felt for the last... for the last eternity. That all he can call it. It wasn't all consuming, silent and deadly. It wasn't heavy with muddled tar that took over his mind eating away. It was warm, fuzzy and welcoming. It felt... nice. He wasn't levitating in nothing. HE was on something soft. It felt safe. Safe?
Was it safe?
What was safe?
Was he safe?
He?
He saw an angel.
Angel was safe.
Angel was familiar.
Phil?
Where was the Angel?
Phil help me
He felt.
I'm scared
He felt?
Cold
Hot
Broken
Scared
Alone
LEt mE Out!
it hurt
Monster
it hurt
Tyrant
It hurt It hurt it HUrt IT HURTS
PHIL! Please?
"HEY hey hey! Easy there mate. You're safe! It's me Phil! Deep Breaths, Breath with me. In and out, in and out! Just like that!"
Phil Phil Phil Phil
"Phil..." He felt warm. So warm. So safe. He was drawn into a hug. It felt good and before he knew it he was melting into it. Seeking the warm and safe. Gods he has missed contact.
"There we go kid, that's good!" Phil praised clearly seeing Dream needing this. He was in no hurry to move away. Instead he started to card his fingers though the knotted messy dirty blonde hair. It took no time to Dream fall back to sleep
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Next time Dream woke up he was more aware. He slowly opened his eyes only to slam the shut again. It was so bright it hurt. He couldn't help but whine in pain. Once again there were warm hands in his hair soothing him.
"Hey kiddo, what's wrong?" Phil murmurs to his sick ward trying to sooth the pained look away.
"Bright" Dream murmurs weakly keeping his eyes closed.
"Ah," Was all he was answered with before the room fell into darkness.
"Better?" Phil asks coming to sit next to him again.
"Mhm"
"How ya feeling mate?" Phil asks gently. Dream was extremely vulnerable right now. The void was not kind to your mind no matter how strong you might be. Any wall you might have had would end up in shambles eventually.
"Like crap" Dream answers tiredly causing Phil to chuckle. But when he turned to look at the younger man he's smile dropped as he saw the scared look on his face. Dream was eyeing the purple patches on his arms, they felt numb and following that feeling he could feel it around his torso too. Despite his best tries Phil couldn't get the patches to leave. All he could do was stop the pain they would have caused. His fingers felt rigid and oh Gods he felt so cold. So so cold.
"I was there for a really long time wasn't I?" Dream asks quietly. He knew the damage wouldn't be this bad if he were there for few days. No. This would take weeks. Weeks. Did nobody notice? Did nobody care? They probably were happy he wasn't around. It hurt. It hurt so bad it- He was once again drawn into a warm embrace, dark feathers shielding them. He wanted to cry. Why? He was stronger than this wasn't he?
"Shh, It's okay"
"How long?"
"A month"
Dream couldn't help the sob that tore through him. He didn't understand. He hadn't cried in a long time why now?
"I- did they- They didn't even"
"They what Dream?" Phil asks gently as he held the younger man.
"They didn't even notice did they? I- They- I don't understand Phil. What did I do wrong? I tried so hard to keep them happy and safe, I tried I swear I did! I- They hate me, They hate me, maybe they should, I'm a monster, I- I'm a-" A sob broke off his sentence but Phil just held him tighter.
"I know you did, I know, you're not, don't ever think that! Dream they explained it to me. They did notice it took too long in my opinion but they did notice, They've been worried sick since I found you"
Dream looked up at him teary eyed and young. So young.
"They- They did?"
"Yeah kid they did"
They feel into silence after that. Dreams small sobs occasionally breaking it while Phil silently hums to him until the younger man was once again asleep.
Phil looked down at the teary tracked but peaceful face and silently vows.
"I'll be here for you now on kid, I promise"