I don't know how I got here but I refuse to stay.
I betrayed myself when I let others have their way
But I am holding on, my finger on the pulse.

Dream knelt on the ground, his fingers pressed to your neck to feel your pulse. He glared at his brother, appalled that he would do this to someone he called a friend. Dream let Nightmare go unpunished for far too long.

The sound of my heart pounding tells me there's still hope.
But people don't like when you put up a fight.
And slowly, ever so slowly, I am losing mine.

Dream felt your pulse, you were still in for the fight. He laid you down before pulling out his bow. He drew it back, tearing up as he took aim.

I'll fight, fight, fight or be taken out alive. Fight.
Nowhere to run, nowhere to hide.
Standing on the edge, am I better off dead?

"What's this? Is my little brother really going to shoot me?" Nightmare taunted.

"Shut up! You deserve this! Did you really think you would get away with this?" Dream shook, he didn't want to have to do this.

"You're really doing this over her? Alright then, shoot me Dream. Give the people what they desire" Nightmare said spreading out his arms as he looked Dream dead in the eye.

How could I forget that I'm better than this?
I've come too far to fade tonight.
Fight, or be taken out alive.

You sat up, grabbing the end of the bow. He was shocked.

"Dream, don't do this. You and I both know that you'll regret this and you'll just crack your soul more" You begged him.

Dream didn't argue, he knew you were right. He withdrew from his attack. Nightmare however, had an expression that couldn't quite be deciphered. Was he disappointed, guilted, or perhaps concerned?

My thoughts are racing faster than my body can react.
The danger doesn't register, the fear feels like an act.
Don't pull the plug, I swear this isn't how I want to go.

You forced yourself to stand. Nightmare lunged forward at Dream. Without thinking, you threw yourself between the two brothers. Nightmare halted just inches away from you.

The sound of my heart pounding tells me there's still hope.
But people don't like when you put up a fight.
And slowly, ever so slowly, I am losing mine.

"What do you mean by cracking your soul more, Dream?!" Nightmare growled.

Dream allowed his brother to see the damage done to his soul. Nightmare was stunned. It was bright gold with deep brass colored cracks. Nightmare was almost afraid to breath near the frail thing.

"How did this happen? How could you be so careless!!?" Nightmare screamed.

I'll fight, fight, fight or be taken out alive. Fight.
Nowhere to run, nowhere to hide.
Standing on the edge, am I better off dead?

"Don't point fingers when you're the one to blame" You said coldly, still shielding Dream.

Nightmare's eye-light shrunk to mere pinpoints. This was his fault? He stumbled back.

"Liar! I would never be so careless as to cause such damage!"

How could I forget that I'm better than this?
I've come too far to fade tonight.
Fight, or be taken out alive.

"No Night, she's right. This happened because of our magic clashing with one another. We were supposed to represent  peace and harmony. Our fighting is going to kill me" Dream said falling into your shoulder.

Nightmare clutched his head as his face contorted painfully. He was feeling too many emotions at once and it hurt. He couldn't accept what he had done, he wouldn't. Nightmare teleported away.

I've survived on life support,
But I'm stronger than I give myself credit for.
These conditions only cure

Dream collapsed in your arms, his soul cracking a sliver more. You held him firmly, limping back towards the tree. You leaned him against the tree as you tended to his injuries before your own. When you finished patching him up, you laid against his shoulder and nodded off.  

When we prepare ourselves for war.I've survived on life support,
But I'm stronger than I give myself credit for.

Dream awoke sometime later, it was getting dark and cold. He felt a slight weight on his shoulder. Looking over, he sighed with relief knowing it was only you. He blushed as he pulled you into his lap. Dream took the large cape he wore and wrapped it around the both of you.

These conditions only cure
When we prepare ourselves for war.I'll fight, fight, fight or be taken out alive. Fight.

You stirred slightly, curling closer to the new found warmth. You were slightly startled by two boney arms curling around you. Upon opening your eyes, you face lit up like the fourth of July. He was fast asleep, holding you tenderly in his arms. 

Nowhere to run, nowhere to hide.
Standing on the edge, am I better off dead?
How could I forget that I'm better than this?

You smiled warmly as you curled closer to him. You cared about him so much and he in turn, showed how much he truly appreciates everything you've done for him.

"Oh Dream, if you only knew how much I love you" you said quietly, unaware he was listening.

I've come too far to fade tonight.
Fight, or be taken out alive.

"Trust me dear, I know. I love you too" he whispered back, kissing you sweetly.

He looked up at the tree. Maybe if he took a bite, he'd understand what his brother was feeling.