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Dream, just like all normal people, hated going to the dentist’s office. It was his most hated thing in the world. The sounds of the drills, the big machines, and the bright light that shone in his face once they recline the seat. He hated when the doctor would try to talk to him with three fingers in his mouth. And he especially hated when he would have to get his teeth filled in. It was the numbing sensation he hated most of all. The burning of not being able to feel anything while they stuck tools and various metals in his mouth, he hated it with a fiery passion.
So, it was the worst news of his life when his doctor told him that he would need to get his wisdom teeth pulled. He almost passed out on the spot, grateful for his boyfriend who had put up with a lot of his bullshit before, to hear out the rest of what the doctors were saying to him while he mentally panicked.
His boyfriend, George, scolded him when they got into the car for not hearing out the doctor but he dropped the subject, half because he didn’t want to engage and another half because of the fact he wanted Dream to calm down. And Dream didn't even notice when his boyfriend put his smaller hand over the others, subconsciously turning his own so they could hold each other, it was muscle memory. George wasn’t the biggest about PDA, but the two always held hands.
“Hey, don’t worry about it okay? You’ll be okay. Everything will be okay” Dream barely registered the words coming out of the other mouth, but the words and the accent surrounding it were so comforting that he couldn’t help but fall deep into it.
The appointment wasn’t for a couple of weeks, which gave Dream a lot more time to panic about it. Constantly pacing their shared room at two a.m. while George tried to sleep. Keyword tried. It wasn’t until the smaller man threw a pillow at the other that the taller realized he wasn’t helping the olders sleep schedule. So, naturally, he did what all good boyfriends did and tackled his smaller boyfriend, tickling him endlessly, while George tried to smuggle his taller boyfriend's face in a pillow, letting the rest of the night drift away in an endless fit of giggles and kisses.
Dream wasn't worried at that moment. It was just him, George, and his happiness as he let the last waves of sleep take over him, nuzzling his head into the tuff of brown hair underneath him.
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The day of the procedure had Dream shitting his pants all day. He was terrified, he didn't want to do this and wanted to avoid doing this at all cost. But alas he couldn’t run and hide.
Dream had to admit George was an amazing boyfriend for putting up with his stalling. Every five minutes Dream acted like he was doing something to try to get out of going.
“Georgie I feel sick I don’t think I can go”
“You don’t have a fever and you seem fine, now get ready because we need to go the appointment is at twelve.”
That made Dream pout. “Babe,” He dragged out the word.
“Dream we don’t have time for this. We need to go, so get out of bed and go shower, you smell.” Another pout was sent in George’s direction. It was quiet till a loud thump was heard and Dream was lying face down on the floor.
George pointed at the bathroom connecting their bedroom “Go.” It wasn’t a question, but a command and Dream decided he didn't want to piss George off any more than he was.
As Dream dragged himself to the bathroom to finally get ready, George got out of bed to prepare himself for the long day ahead of him with a sigh.
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“Georgiee,” Dream whined while lying upside down on the sofa with his feet dangling off the back.
“Dream, you are acting like a child. We have to go now.” His voice was stern, and he wasn’t going to budge. No matter how much he begged, screamed, or even cried at the older, he knew he had no chance at winning.
“But I don’t want to,” The blond complained, “the big machines with the drills, or the fact they have to numb my mouth, I don’t want to go.”
It was like the younger was throwing a temper tantrum and George was not having it. So, he walked over to the blonde, dropped the car keys on his face, and took his phone.
“Car. Now.” George was starting to visibly get pissed off so Dream (and his little bit of common sense) decided that he needed to get to the car before he pissed George off completely.
Dream twisted himself till he was off the couch completely and saluted to the shorter boy in front of him with a sarcastic “Yes sir,” and walked to the car, slightly regretting and being thankful that he had a boyfriend who cared so much about him.
The car ride to the clinic was full of silence, the soft songs playing throughout the radio at a low volume and the rapid bouncing of Dreams leg. He was a mixture of lots of emotions. He was scared, terrified even. He was nervous and just a complete ball of anxiety. George had to have noticed and realized, so when they pulled into the parking lot, he stopped Dream before he could get out of the car.
“Um, I’m sorry I’ve been so frustrated. I just care about you and I don’t like the thought of seeing you in pain or doing anything you wouldn’t want to do.” George sounded like he felt guilty for treating Dream the way he did. He didn’t like seeing the younger upset or in pain, and knowing Dream was going to suffer for at least a few days really scared him.
“I’m sorry too,” Dream spoke up for the first time since they left the house. “For not being very cooperative. I really don’t want to do this, but I can’t really avoid it. I guess…” He trailed off at the end of his sentence.c
“What if,” George proposed. “We buy a load of ice cream and we can eat it together and have an inside date? We can watch movies together, and play games! It’ll be fun! Just the two of us while you recover. How does that sound?”
To Dream that sounded like heaven. He loved the idea of spending so much time with his fluffy-haired boyfriend.
So he smiled and nodded enthusiastically. “Yeah, I’d love that.”
“Perfect let’s go.” And with that, both boys left the car and headed inside the building.
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The procedure didn’t take more than an hour, but the doctors had put Dream under anesthesia so he wouldn’t feel the pain, and George was now dealing with the aftermath of it.
“Dream, stand up straight so you don’t fall over.”
“Thoo thired” His words we’re slurred and messy, and he looked even worse.
“Stop leaning all your weight on me, you’re so heavy” George grunted trying to hold up his boyfriend, but Dream wasn’t listening, so George was left to carry him the way to the car.
“Georgieee it hurths” George was getting annoyed, but he kept his patience. He needed to, for both his and Dream's sake.
“Just keep walking, okay? I've got you”
Dream was leaning his weight onto Georges's side, slowly walking to the car still high on the pain medication.
When they finally got to the car, the brunette all but dropped the other into the car's passenger seat. George was tired. He hadn't slept well the night before because of his worry for Dream. He knew the blond would be okay, he was just worried about how Dream would react. He was worried that the blond would be in pain and he didn't want that. He strapped the blond into the car with the seatbelt, ignoring his babbles of how he was in pain.
George didn't mind, though he knew the other would wake up in pain, he'd prepared enough for that. The vanilla ice cream in the freezer of their apartment said enough.
When Dream was properly in the car (and didn’t look like he was going to fall out at a light tap) The shorter closed the door and walked over to the front seat, with the younger talking to no one in the empty car.
When the shorter opens the driver's door and sits, he immediately slumps in his seat. He takes a short breather before starting the car. It had been around when they had first gotten together, Dream has taught George to drive, claiming it was a “necessary thing to know” and that he didn’t understand why George wasn’t jumping at the chance. But eventually he learned after a while.
He looked over to the man in the seat next to him to find the blond staring intently at the front window, but also completely spaced out.
“Hey” George called out to the blond. The other looked over, still with a spaced out look on his face. And George gave him a small smile, and pulled out of the parking lot.
He had been driving for about two minutes when the other spoke up in words that weren’t gibberish
“Georgieee?” The whine was filled with spit which was slightly bloody.
“What?” The shorter was tired, he wanted to go home and tuck his lug of a boyfriend in bed.
“I luh you” The words were completely slurred but it went straight to Georges heart. He remembered why he was doing this in his tired state, and it made him happy.
The rest of the car ride back to their place was filled with soft music and the quiet babbling of the blond.
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It took about half an hour for George to get his boyfriend into bed completely. It was exhausting because the taller wasn’t able to keep his balance and would rely on the other for physical support but eventually the two were finally able to rest. Mostly Dream, who was lying in bed waiting for his boyfriend to come back from putting stuff away.
When George finally came back to the room, he was greeted with the sight of his boyfriend hugging a pillow, loudly groaning in pain.
The brunette had rushed over to make sure the other was okay, and upon finding out that his mouth was in pain and most of the effects of the amnesia wore off, he sighed in relief.
George took a second and petted the blond locks that sat on top of his head. Dream took the opportunity to his advantage and pushed his head up against Georges's hand, silently asking him not to stop. And George didn't, slowly lulling the other to sleep.
After fully checking if the other was asleep, George took a second to set the pain medication from downstairs down onto the bedside table. He tucked his sleeping boyfriend into the fluffy blankets that draped over their shared bed and gave him a soft kiss on the forehead.
“Goodnight, my love” he whispered as he walked out of the room, shutting the door quietly, as to not wake the sleeping boy.