"You guys really did work all day huh?" George watched Dream for a moment, who was already knocked out on the bed and snoring softly. Blade waddles up to his owner's bed and climbs on top of it, curling up against his chest immediately. Seeing the small pig interact with his friend like that the past few days was honestly the most adorable thing he had ever seen.

"Yeah... we went down into the mine when the sun was still pretty low... late morning I would guess." The blonde was sitting on his own bed, leaning against the wall as he nibbled on a slice of bread. He wanted to sleep too, but his hunger was greater than his exhaustion right now. George also had a piece of bread and tore off a small piece when Brian perched himself on his knee to beg for some treats. The furnaces in the furthest corner were working on smelting down the iron and gold they had found, keeping the room warm and cozy against the cold that was rising outside.

"I have to check the farm tomorrow... and get some more wood..." Phil looked out the window, his gaze flickering between all the different spots where he sees tasks that need to be done. "Can I help with something? I kinda feel left out here..." The blonde looked back at the younger and frowned. "George, you're injured." "So? I'm pretty sure I can still help with stuff. Besides, it doesn't hurt that much anymore." "You say that now. Then you get stuck on something or move your shoulder the wrong way and it starts to hurt again."

"God you're such a dad. No wonder why everyone calls you that." Phil just threw his pillow at the other with all the strength he had left, who ducked out of the way and laughed. "You little shit. Don't join them. I'm trying to look out for your well being." George just kept laughing, so Phil went back to eat his bread and sulk in silence, Brian now crooning 'Dadza' every few moments to annoy his friend even more.

And through it all, Dream didn't even flinch and kept on sleeping.

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This time, George was the first to wake up. No wonder considering how exhausted Phil and Dream had been yesterday, while he had slept most of the day. The two were still fast asleep, curled up in their blankets and snoring softly. Brian and Blade were also asleep, both huddled together at the foot of Dream's bed.

Carefully, the brunette sneaked his way out of the house, not wanting to wake them up. After all that work they deserve a long sleep. He yawned and stretched, feeling sharp pain bolt through his shoulder when he stretched a bit too far. He groaned and clutched the fabric over the wound, which had been changed from Dream's makeshift bandages to actual clean ones. Where Phil got them from both didn't know. Probably from the village too.

George watched as small spots on the bandage started to change color a little. Great... Maybe Phil was right about the whole 'not helping' part.

The sun was just creeping over the wall of their little home, making everything have a golden glow to it. Even with his limited vision when it comes to colors, it still looked beautiful. "Now what do I do..." There wasn't exactly a lot of things that could keep him occupied in here. He was a little scared to go near the farm, worried that he might ruin the crops by either doing it wrong or harvesting them too early. He'll leave that to Phil... he seems like he knows what he's doing, since he actually has bread and potatoes that they can eat.

Gathering wood was out of the question. He won't leave the base by himself and chopping down a tree with only one arm would probably not work either. Mining was also a no go, both because he was scared and because of his shoulder. So... what else was there to do?

He just sat down in the grass and started to play with a small flower. His mind wandered to what happened the last few days. How he woke up in the middle of wide plains, terrified and confused. He remembers the first night and the Enderman that attacked him, how he found Dream and then Philza... It sure has been a weird few days. It felt so much longer than that too. And to think that in the same two days him and Dream had been here, Phil built all of this...

An annoyed groan left him as he flopped down into the grass, staring up at the sky, ignoring the pain that flared up again when his shoulder made contact with the ground. He should stop doing this... or it will never heal. Maybe he should have just gone back to sleep instead of getting up. Being all by himself with nothing to do was quickly getting on his nerves. Boredom was one of the worst feelings... He watched as clouds slowly made their way across the endless blue, letting the sun warm him up.

But he got quickly bored of that as well and got back up. His gaze landed on the ladder that leads to the top of the wall. Might as well see if he finds anything interesting. He walks over and slowly makes his way up, trying not to put too much weight on his damaged arm. Dream will get so mad if he finds out how much he's agitating the wound today.

The outside area didn't change a bit, to no one's suprise. Same lake, plains and forest to his left. He could spot some fish swimming around in the water, not quite sure what type of fish it is. Probably a salmon, those things spawn everywhere. Some sheep were peacefully eating grass just at the edge of the lake and further away he saw some cows.

It looks so peaceful... as if nothing was wrong.

His gaze shifted to the forest. Dark shadows fell between each tree, making it look a lot scarier than it actually was. Who knows what could hide in there... what kinds of mobs could be watching him right now and are out for blood. Every now and again he could see movement in the shadows, but he wasn't sure if it was an animal or something else. Then he spots purple particles glow between the trees, a pair of glowing eyes staring at him. It was as if he was hypnotized by it... he couldn't look away. Just like when...

"George?"

The brunette almost fell off the wall with how fast he turned around, gripping the edge tightly to keep his balance. Dream was standing a few feet away from the open door, his voice and the state of his hair making it obvious that he just woke up. "What are you doing?" "Nothing... just looking around. I got bored." His friend just stared up at him, probably still half asleep behind that white mask. He looked back to the forest, but the Enderman was gone. Seems like it didn't aggro on him... Good.

"You can go back to sleep if you're still tired. You look like shit." Dream leaned against the wall of the house and George noticed the tiniest flinch when he did. "You try mining for hours and tell me how sore you are the next day... And going back to sleep would just destroy my sleep schedule completely." The brunette hummed and let his legs dangle off the edge of the wall. "Phil still asleep?" "He was when I went outside." He glanced behind him through the window and saw the blonde still curled up under the blanket. "Yep. He still is." "Understandable when he's probably just as sore and tired as you are."

They stayed silent for a few moments, just in their own thoughts. "How did you get up there anyways?" "I climbed." "With your shoulder?" "Yup." Dream groaned and pushed himself off the wall and walked over to him. "Okay. Come down. We have to change bandages anyways." "Does Phil even have some still?" "Yes. He checked yesterday in case we hurt ourselves in the mine."

George nodded and carefully let himself slide off the edge. It wasn't a huge drop, a couple feet at most. "Let's go and hope we don't wake Phil up." The masked man pulled his friend back into the house and sat him down on his bed. It was easy to find the medical supplies, since they were all in a barrel close to the door. They still had a decent amount of bandages, but who knows how long that will hold with three people.

"Hold still." George squirmed and bit his tongue to try and not make a sound. Even with the wound healing pretty well, it still hurt like hell whenever they change bandages and clean it. Guess that's just normal.

"Looks pretty well I think...", his friend whispered, trying to let the third member of the group sleep a bit longer. "Define well..." "Doesn't look infected." Once cleaned up, he wrapped his shoulder in the white bandages again. "Probably only a few more days... then we can completely take the bandages off." "That would be great." George sighed and pulled his shirt back on. "At least the pain would stop..."

"Would you two shut up..." They turned to face a very tired and grumpy Phil, almost fully buried beneath his blanket. Only tired blue eyes and a bit of hair were visible. "Sorry." He nuzzled back into his pillow, only to be Rudy interrupted by a flurry of black feathers and gentle but annoying pecks of a beak. "Brian please..." Phil whined and tried to shoo the bird away, but Brian didn't give up on his plan to wake his companion up. George did feel a little bad for allowing this to happen.

In the end, Phil had to give up and sat up in his bed, yawning loudly. He flinched when he tried to stretch, a quiet curse leaving his lips. "Guess we overdid it a little bit..." "Maybe..." George looked between the two, both still tired and hurting.

"So... who's hungry?"