Blizzard & Me.
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Thread Topic: Blizzard & Me.
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“Of course,” Dream smiled, turning the star on the clean the pan.
“So, what seems to be the problem here?” The doctor asked softly, siting down at a desk next to the door.
“Um, well,” Skeppy paused for a moment. “I have a really bad headache, my joints hurt really bad, and a little nauseous and my diamonds have been falling out.” -
(:DD)
George smiled, pulling another small pan out to start cooking the eggs.
Bad nodded, sighing softly. He gently grabbed one of Skeppy's hands and squeezed it. -
It took Dream a moment but he got the pan cleaned, shut the water off and grabbed a towel to start drying it off.
“What do you mean your diamonds are falling out?” The doctor asked, writing down something.
“Uh, Im a diamond hybrid, and I have diamonds all over me,” Skeppy said hesitantly. “They don’t usually fall out or shatter of anything.” -
George started to make the eggs, using a bowl to mix them up with an assortment of spices and some green onions he had found.
Bad nodded softly. He kept a small amount of pressure on Skeppy's hand, some of it for his own comfort and some for Skeppy's. -
Once the pan was dried, Dream moved it over to George.
“Alright,” The doctor whispered, writing something down. “I will be right back, I’m going to speak with a colleague about this, and I’ll be back to you both as soon as possible, okay?”
“Okay, thank you,” Skeppy responded with a nod. -
George smiled. "Thank you honey." He said softly, pouring the egg mixture into the pan he had for it. He turned the stove on under both pans, letting the other one heat up before he put anything in it.
Bad smiled. "Yeah, thank you." He said, echoing Skeppy. -
“You’re welcome,” Dream said, leaning against the counter and watching George.
Once she had left the room, Skeppy blew out an uneasy breath. “I don’t like being in one of these again.” -
George smiled at Dream. "I love you." He said happily.
Bad frowned. "What do you mean, one of these?" -
“I love you too,” Dream replied with a smile.
“It feels like a lab,” Skeppy whispered. “Like the one I was created in.” -
George giggled happily. "Do you like cooking?" He asked Dream suddenly.
Bad frowned. "I'm sorry, love. I- I didn't think." He mumbled, his anxiety and worry bubbling up again. "I probably should have considered that before we came here." He mumbled. -
Dream blinked before shrugging. “I used to. Then I stopped eating and therefore, stopped cooking.”
“No, it’s not your fault,” Skeppy said. “It’s not that bad. I have you here with me.” -
George hummed softly. "Do you think we could work together to make meals?" He asked. "I think it would be fun to cook with you." He said softly.
Bad smiled. "Well, then I'm glad I am helping." He said softly, squeezing Skeppy's hand tight. -
“Uh, sure,” Dream said hesitantly, chuckling.
“You are,” Skeppy smiled a little, his head peeking up when the same woman came into the room again with some guy trailing after her.
“Hello!” He said waving a little. “I’m her colleague, and I’ve heard about what’s going on.” He spoke as he put some rubber gloves on, which definitely freaked Skeppy out a good bit, but he tried to stay calm. “Is it okay if I examine you?”
“Uh- um,” Skeppy glanced at Bad before looking back. “I guess so.” -
George giggled. "Really? It would be fun!"
Bad nodded softly, keeping Skeppy close. His demeanor changed slightly, becoming more protective. He knew Skeppy was nervous, he could sense it. -
(i have to go, but i'll be here sometime next week.)
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