Y'all... its another short chapter :/

Um but how much trouble do you think I would get in if I tossed a child in the garbage (or off the roof)? asking for a friend ;)

TW: PTSD, anxiety/panic attack

Previously...

I heard a loud screech of agony, startling me enough to jump to the side and cover my head with my arms like this was some sort of bomb drill. It came from this room... but I'm the only one in here. Maybe I was the one who screeched.

"George!"

"George~"

**Dream's P.O.V.**

I head down the stairs unsure about having left George alone. His door clicks shut softly, and I don't hear anything else from him for few minutes.

And then I hear quiet, but still audible, thumping from upstairs. It sounded like George was hitting something against the floor.

I immediately ran back up the stairs, pausing outside George's room for a split second before calling out to him.

"George? George, will you let me in?" I wait for a few seconds, not hearing any significant movement from the other side of the door. "George?! I'm coming in in three seconds! 3... 2... 1..."

I try to push open the door, but it only opens a crack, knocking against something. I hear the slightest "umph" when the door hits, and I know George was what was blocking the doorway.

"Fuck! George, I'm so sorry, can you please move so I can come in and help you?" I ask frantically. There's something wrong, I know it. I never should've let him stay here alone, I'm such an idiot...

Suddenly, George lets out a loud, pained screech, and I feel my heart drop. No way that was a good sound, what if he hurt himself? What if there was something worse than what I was imagining?!

"George!" I call, finally able to open the door enough to get into the room. Once I was in, I saw George curled up on the floor, shaking and crying fearfully. His arms were crossed over his head, his eyes squeezed shut.

"Oh fuck... George can you hear me?" His head shoots up, staring at me with wide, fearful eyes. He sits up quickly, shaking his head and scooting backwards away from me until his back hits the bed frame.

"Hey, it's me, it's Dream! I'm not going to hurt you, ok? I'm here to help, I just want to help you," I explain carefully, heart breaking at the lack of recognition in George's eyes. He's clearly terrified of me, and although I know it's not his fault, it hurts.

"Can you listen to me, please? I want you to try and take deep breaths, in and out, alright?" I breathe overdramatically, chest heaving enough for George to see. His chest still isn't moving, and it's becoming more worrying by the second.

"George? Breathe." I sit down in front of him, scooching closer to his small, shaking frame. "I just want to help you," I say, speaking clear and slow. "Can I touch your hand, please?" He's very hesitant, frantic eyes darting between my face and my hand hovering over his.

And then, finally, he nods.

"Thank you, Gogy," I whisper, slowly taking his hand- noticing an obvious flinch, but he doesn't pull away. I watch his expression as I press his hand against my chest, still breathing dramatically.

"You feel that? Can you please try to match my breathing?" George's eyes are wide and focused as I finally see him take a good breath of air. He stares at his hand against my chest, breathing shakily.

"Good job, you're doing really well George," I praised softly, smiling encouragingly. His gaze lifted, wide brown eyes meeting my green. His breathing was steadying, near matching mine.

"Better?" I ask quietly, trying not to frighten him. He nods slowly, inhaling shakily. I let out a soft sigh of relief, smiling faintly.

"It's ok. I'm still really proud of you."

I'm actually taking a 3 am shit rn but its not like I'm busy or anything soooo I hope y'all enjoyed the update

I almost added death into the tw list as a joke but I realized that was too far so... yeah I won't play pranks probably 😀😀