TW: Gore

"I'm cashing in that favor."

??? POV

Through blurred vision from exhaustion, blood and tears, I make out the distorted image of a blood stained, black leather boot flying towards my face once again.

"C'mon, man. We're gonna be late." Said one of the people to the left of the man who threw a vicious kick to my side yet again. "He's already half dead anyway, let's just get the hell out of here before we miss the show." The same person persisted.

Mr. Smolcock- as I've decided to call him. I wouldn't know his real name because I didn't get the chance to ask before he and his little gang started beating the shit out of me. Anyways, Mr. Smolcock turned to his right and flashed him a disgusting grin showing his yellow, rotting teeth alongside a singular gold one. "Sounds good to me. We can let the stray dogs and cats have at him too." He chuckled at his own words and a few behind him sniggered. "Let's get outta here."

I let out a sigh of relief that the torture ended. A few of the men behind their leader spat at me as they turned to leave, but I didn't mind that considering my physical state.

As soon as I could no longer see them, I mustered up some of my last remaining strength to crawl over to the corner of the alleyway where one of Mr. Smolcock's goons threw my phone. Every movement brought a searing pain through out my entire body causing me to wince and groan in pain every other second.

Alas, I reach the phone and grip it with my bloodied knuckles. Unsurprisingly, the screen was shattered like a poorly made spiders web from impact. With nothing but doubtful hope, I pressed the power button and let out a breath of relief as the shattered screen sprung to life.

Without hesitation I dialed Punz's number. It would be both crazy and stupid to call the police as a well known criminal. And even if they didn't identify me right away, they would sure as hell ask questions, ones that I couldn't answer without being throne in a prison cell sooner or later.

The phone rang over and over again and with each interval my heart sank more and more.

He would pick up... Right?...

After a few more seconds, the phone stopped ringing abruptly and Punz's groggy voice traveled through.

"Sapnap, what the hell are you calling me at 2 fucking AM for? This better be good." His voice sounds tired and raspy and it's obvious he had just woken up.

"I-" I began but was immediately cut off by my own ragged coughing. My body lurched with every choked cough and my lungs burned with every involuntary movement. And to make maters worse, my eyes only dulled at the feeling of irony blood on my taste buds.

"Shit, man. Are you alright?" Punz asked, finally with a trace of concern in his voice. "Peachy." My voice strained. "I need you to pick me up and bring me to Dreams. I'm cashing in that favor." I moved myself to lean against the alley wall knowing it would be a while.

"Yeah yeah yeah, on my way. Send me your location and stay on the call. I don't need you passing out on me before I get there." Punz chuckled and I hear him rummaging around.

I send him my location and I hear the sound of a car door slamming shut through the phone before the blonds voice rings through the phone again. "So how'd you get in this situation?" He asked with little interest in his voice. He probably just wants to keep me awake but I answer anyway. "I was looking around for some fun and then a group of maybe 5 or 6 came up and I guess they had something against me because they all looked pissed to see me-" I get cut off again by my body's violent lurching and coughs. This goes on for a little before I can finally settle down again to keep talking. "Keep going man, I'm almost there." I nod to myself and continue, trying to keep my mind off the pain and probably multiple fractured and broken bones.

I take a deep breath and start again. "They seemed pretty pissed to see me, I probably set fire to one of their houses or some shit. But anyways they disarmed me, shot me, and started beating the shit out of me. The only reason they left is because they had somewhere to be and I'm already half dead anyways." I sarcastically chuckled but instantly yelped as a searing pain shot through my ribs.

"Fuck..." I muttered.

"Almost there, Sap, just hold on a little longer." I hear.

I take a deep breath and try my best to ignore the pain it brings to my probably cracked ribs as I do so.

We sit in silence for a few more minutes before a small black minivan pulls up in front of the alley and Punz immediately jumps put.

"Shit man," He mutters as he rushes over to me. "you look worse than you sound."

"Yeah well, that tends to happen when you loose a 1 V. 6." I laugh again despite the horrid pain it brings.

"Can you stand?" Punz leans down in front of me and I shake my head, not even bothering to try.

He only nods in understanding and leans down and hoists his arm around my back and one of my arms over his shoulders.

"Alright, I'm gonna need your help on this so just try the best you can. 3... 2... 1..."

I hold his arm over my shoulders and we start making our way to the van.

Once inside I haul Sapnap to the back of the van. He really is in rough shape, all questions of why Sapnap chose now to cash in his favor disappeared the moment I saw his state; leaning against an alley wall, shaking with every breath, eyes drooping and a trail of blood from one end of the ally to the other. I even felt a little bad for him if I'm being honest.

I lowered him down gently against the back of the van. "Alright, so if I can take you back to my place I can hopefully try and patch you up with the medical supplies I have there. Unfortunately I only brought what I could grab when I left the house-" He cuts me off with his struggling voice coming out just above a whisper. "No..."

What? This man is denying a chance at living?

"What do you mean no?" I blurted out.

"You probably wont have very good stuff and undoubtedly have an even worse lack of experience..." He paused while he took a few deep breaths, "Take me to Dreams."

My eyes widen.

I heard him say that over the phone but I half believed that I had misheard him through both the phone and his many labored breaths.

"Sapnap- you'll die. That's like- a four hour drive. Plus, you know I don't like that guy." I grimace at the thought of having to come in contact with him again.

"I'll be fine, just try and stop the bleeding for now and then I should make it. Besides, he's got a doctor with him, hasn't he?" He asks before his body lurches in an inhuman way with simultaneous sputtered coughing. I cringe at the thought of how much pain he may be in.

"Well yeah he has a doctor but... You might not make it in time." I say quietly, it's already a miracle that he's not unconscious from blood loss.

"I'll make it." He says sternly with a stone cold look on his face with his eyes pinning themselves to the floor to my left.

I sigh.

"Fine then. I'll try and stop the bleeding and then we'll drive there. But if you die before we get there, that's on you." He chuckles half-heartedly and we move on.

Time Skip

After a fair amount of struggles, I manage to stop most of the parts that were bleeding the most. Unfortunately I ran out of gauze so there are still quite a few smaller wounds here and there that are still steadily losing blood.

Unfortunately, Sapnap still denied my offer to bring him back to my place where I could fix him up more.

In a way I sort of understand. After all, he isn't wrong about George being able to help him more than I can.

I set myself up in the drivers seat and take a deep breath while starting the ignition with blood laced hands. Unfortunately, as I was rushing out of the house I forgot to grab latex gloves so I was forced to use my bare hands. It wasn't the most sanitary thing I could have done but it was better than letting him bleed out.

So with a finally passed out Sapnap in the back of the van, we began our departure to Dream.

Dream POV

The way I woke up, I can only describe with the words 'bitter sweet'. I had my arms wrapped gently around the smaller frame of a sleeping George. That was nice. However the glorious headache I had was not. Along with the annoying voice in the back of my head (behind the pounding) telling me to check my phone which eventually had me rolling over to reach my charging phone to find that Punz had texted me at 2:21 AM.

This better be good.

I groan and open my phone to read Punz's text.

I groan once again when I see Punz sent me a whole damn paragraph.

For fucks sake, no need to write a whole fucking essay here.

Despite the continuous pounding in my head, I push that aside and start reading through the text.

Punzo the fucko

Sapnap's hurt. Bad. He'll probably bleed out before I get there but he insists on going to your boy toy for medical treatment. For the record, not my fault if he dies before we get there. He just called in a favor so technically I can't really say no. Anyways, expect me there in a little under 4 hours or something. And make sure your boy toy is ready. I don't need Sapnap dying because the fucker isn't a morning person.

I scan over the messages multiple times waiting for my brain to slowly comprehend the words in Punz's unnecessarily long message.

The first time I read through the message, All I could think were things along the lines of: 'Why does Sapnap have to be friends with this dude. He's so fucking annoying.' and 'Sapnap should get hurt less often.' But slowly but surely my brain began to comprehend the words in the message before my thoughts morphed into panic.

Why is Sapnap hurt?

How bad is 'bad'? Could he be any more vague?

Why the hell is he coming all the way here if he could bleed out?

However, all thoughts came abruptly to a hult when a slow realization hit me.

Sent at 2:20...

Gonna be here in 4 hours...

Now it's-

My eyes dart to the top left corner of my screen where the time is shown.

6:08 AM

SHIT.

My eyes practically bulge out of their sockets.

They could be here any fucking minute now, depending on how much they pushed past the speed limits.

My heart jumps and I quickly roll over to my other side where George still peacefully sleeps and I start shaking him violently.

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