"I don't want to force you, but if I have to bring a gun into the situation, I will."

George POV

I know exactly what Dream meant when he said "do what you've gotta do." But here I am. Not quite sure I want to believe it.

"Dream I-" The blond cuts me off.

"Its not anything difficult, George. Just transfer some of this mans blood over to Sapnap." He stated, slight annoyance showing in his tone.

My eyes traveled to the man being held up by Dream. His head hung low, cuts, gashes and bruises ravished his body, and blood slowly dripped down from an unknown area to create a small pool at his unsteady feet.

Whoever this man is, he can't afford to lose anymore blood than what I can reasonably assume he's already lost.

If he loses anymore... He dies... If Sapnap doesn't get anymore... He dies.

Well shit.

"Dream, I can't." I say, my voice breaking towards the end.

This is a decision I'd never really think that I'd have to face as a doctor.

Save a dying person only to kill another.

"What?" Dream spat, causing me to finally lift my eyes from the man in his grasp. "What do you mean 'you can't'?" He asked harshly.

My breath wavered slightly. "Dream, he'll die if he loses much more blood. You're asking me to trade one mans life for another- I can't do that." I explained sorrowfully.

I don't know what exactly I expected as a reaction from Dream. But I definitely did not expect to see his gaze on me sharpen into a dangerous glare. As for Punz in the background, he stared at me with a dropped jaw and wide eyes.

"George." Dream practically growled. "It seems you don't understand the situation. You give Sapnap a blood transfusion from this man. Donor;" He gestured toward the man still dripping blood on the floor. "Recipient." He pointed to Sapnap. "They're simple instructions. What you don't seem to be getting, is that I'm leaving no room for negotiation in there." Dream stated, his voice shifting to a maniacal tone towards the end.

I gulped.

"Dream I-i'm a doctor- I can't just k-kill him to maybe keep Sapnap alive! It goes against every moral code I've learned as a doctor. Especially without his consent which I doubt he'll provide-" I was cut off from my ramble. "George." His voice was dangerously low and all words seemed to get caught in my throat and forgotten just at the tone of his voice. "I don't want to force you, but if I have to bring a gun into the situation, I will."

A deadly silence filled the room and tears formed in my eyes.

It felt like minutes before Dream sighed and walked a few paces towards me. "Think of it this way." Dream began. "Both of these two will die if we do nothing. But if we transfer some blood to Sapnap from this guy, one of them can live. I mean, either way this one" He pointed to the man who leaned on him for support and seemed to be looking around the room like he'd only just noticed he's here. "is going to die. So it comes down to, do you want both of them to die or would you rather one of them live." He finished and the room went quiet again aside from the quiet, steady beat of the heart monitor.

Finally I allowed the tears to fall and I sniffle, burying my face in my hands.

It's not anything new; me crying over losing a patient. I always cried at the hospital when we lost them and if I had gotten to know the patient at all, Wilbur always would have to comfort me in his office just so I could make it through the work day. My sensitivity over death being the main reason I became a doctor. I hate seeing people die and I love helping people. And sure I've lost patients in the past but... Intentionally killing them, knowing there's nothing you can do and not even being able to try... That's a whole other level of loss.

So call me a crybaby but it's who I am.

After a little while of crying and probably surprising the others in the room by doing so, I mumble the dreaded words into my hands.

"What did you say, George?" I hear Dreams voice, softer than it had been all day.

I look up from my palms with likely bloodshot eyes from the mixture of crying and lack of sleep and I repeat myself, slightly louder.

"I'll do it."

Even if it was the second time the words left my lips, I still regretted every syllable of it just as I said it.

I quickly moved to wipe my tears (and probably runny nose) away before I corrected my posture and returned to the boy's who still stood awkwardly in the room, not quite knowing what to do with themselves.

"But for crying out loud, at least let me make the man comfortable if he is to die soon." I scold while I take out a small rolling chair in the corner of the room.

I rush over to the man and am relieved when Dream allows me to help him over to the chair.

"Dream, I need you to get two needles. We're gonna do this directly. It'll save time. In the meantime, Punz?" I scanned the room before spotting him standing in the corner looking downright confused about everything. "Oh, Punz, I need you to keep working on his cuts. Now let's get to work,"

I begin with sterilizing needles and start creating a plan in my mind.

Time Skip

(I just wanna say really quickly, they're doing a direct blood transfusion from the guys arm to Sapnaps arm. Yes this is a real thing that is somewhat safe to do, they used to do this before they could safely store blood. They're doing this to save time since Sapnap's literally on the brink of death.)

The unnamed man sits in a chair beside Sapnaps bed while blood flows slowly from his arm to the others.

He's yet to say much, only pleading glances in my direction and a few incoherent mumbles every so often.

I continued to work on Sapnap and both myself and Punz managed to close up his biggest wounds and are now separately working on smaller cuts and gashes. We also managed to put Sapnaps leg in a cast with little struggle, which I was thankful for.

I concentrate on slowly stitching up a cut on Sapnaps thigh when I notice the unnamed man slumping out of his chair from the corner of my eye.

I stop what I'm doing and immediately rush over to him and catch him just before he leaves the chair and I hoist him back into it where he sits unevenly with his head lopsided and closed eyes.

"He's passed out from blood loss." I murmur to no one in particular.

I swallow the lump in my throat as I realize that he won't have much longer to live considering I'm not quite sure when exactly he passed out.

I inhale shakily and make sure the man is in a stable position before returning to what I'm doing.

"He'll have an hour at best." I state and gesture my head in the direction of the passed out man in the chair.

I continue disinfecting cuts silently.

I considered saying that Sapnap didn't need anymore blood and that he was fine so I could disconnect their arms and hope that maybe the currently passed out man could make it, but I quickly ruled that out. If I were to disconnect them now, Sapnap would have a smaller chance of survival and the unnamed man still might not make it.

At this point, everything that needed attention immediately had been taken care of and me and Punz were just taking care of the more minor injuries to make sure they didn't get infected.

I glanced over to the man in the chair.

He looked significantly paler than before, which I found surprising considering he was already pale when he walked in, and the many cuts on his body still bled. I wanted to take care of the gashes but Dream wouldn't let me, stating that he would die anyway and I had more important matters that needed my attention.

I glanced away from the man and took a deep, shaky breath again to calm myself down before I start crying or something-

"George," Dream cuts me off from my thoughts.

I look up at him and see him looking at my pitifully.

Good. You should feel bad.

"you said that he doesn't have long so if you need a minute to leave while he..." He paused, trying to find the proper words. "Passes... That's fine," Dream offers.

I let out a shaky smile and nod slightly before walking over to the man and holding his wrist to check for a pulse.

Depending on how strong it is, I'll determine when I need to leave the room. I decide.

I place two fingers where his pulse should be and wait patiently to feel it.

Nothing.

I feel around a little more and wait.

Nothing again.

The color leaves my face and I scramble forward to listen for any breathing.

Silence.

My breathing goes rapid and tears well up in my eyes before flowing freely down my face.

Without hesitation I make my way out of the room and into the hallway where a sob wracks my body.

I didn't think it would happen so soon! I thought he had a few more minutes at the very least.

I bury my face in my hands while I allow myself to cry.

I just killed someone. I just killed an innocent person when-

I see shoes in front of me and I feel arms wrap around me slowly.

"George..." I hear Dream say softly from above me.

I freeze for a moment and the world seemed to still, only my own heavy breathing being heard.

"I'm so sorry-" He says but I cut him off by rushing to accept his embrace and I sob into his chest.

"Dream I killed him." I say through my cries and he runs a soothing hand up my back.

"No... You didn't..." He comforts. "I made you, there wasn't a choice. He would have died anyway and you gave him a more painless death," He says softly and I only continue crying harder.

"No- I was the one to put the needle in his arm. I-I could have just said no or refused! Dream I killed someone." I sob and tears run down my face rapidly and Dream hugs me tighter.

"It wasn't your fault. He wasn't a good person anyway," Dream said.

"It doesn't matter who he was!" I raised my voice. "He's still dead because of me, Dream! I'm a-a-a-" I stopped myself from saying it out loud and collapsed into Dream's arms and he lowered us to the floor.

I'm a murderer...

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