The story of how I hurt my knee, but its dnf (aka everything up until the injury really happened (more or less))
This ended up being longer than I expected, guess that happens when I write somewhere there's no word counter lmao
TW: description of injury, blood
3rd Person P.O.V.
"I bet I'm better at roller skating than you are," Dream grinned, leaning into the center console of the car.
"You wish," George scoffed. "You're not the only one who's skated before, idiot." The brunette flicked Dream's shoulder, shaking his head with a stubborn scowl.
"Oh my God, will you two just shut up? Both of you are good at skating, we get it!" Sapnap complained, huffing and leaning his head on Karl's shoulder. Quackity leaned into Karl's other side, sighing. For a moment, there was silence in the car.
"I'm still going to be a better skater than you," Dream murmured, having to get the last word in. A chorus of groans escaped everyone's lips, all fed up with the blond's insistent ego.
"Look, we're here!" Karl pointed out the window, smiling. The trio sitting in the backseat felt relief, knowing they were soon to be surrounded with more of their friends and not just the two stubborn idiots in the front seat.
"Is that Eret? Eret!" Karl called out, ushering his boyfriends out of the car and towards the entrance of the roller rink. George jumped out of the passenger seat, Dream stepping down from the other side. They met in the front of the car, walking into the rink together.
"Woah..." George's eyes widened. The roller rink was so much larger than he ever imagined. Dream chuckled softly, looking around with a sense of pride.
"Worth the drive, right? I told you it was a nice place." George rolled his eyes, pushing forward through the crowds of people to get his skate rental. Dream appeared at his side moments later, grabbing himself a pair of roller skates as well.
"It's been a while since I last skated... I might need a minute to get used to it again," George mused, lacing up his skates while Dream did the same.
"Excuses, excuses! You just don't want to admit you're actually dogwater!" The blond stood up, wobbling slightly before grabbing onto a structural beam. George smirked, standing up as well.
"Yeah, sure." They both shuffled their way onto the wooden rink, adjusting to the feeling of being on wheels for a moment before pushing off with one foot.
"Hmm, not bad Georgie, not bad!" Dream grinned, skating next to George. The brunette looked up at Dream, shaking his head with a chuckle.
"Not so bad yourself, idiot." George skated away, turning around the corner and speeding down the oval track. He passed by Karl, Sapnap, and Quackity, all clinging onto the wall for dear life.
"GEORGE!" Karl gasped, knuckles white from how hard he was gripping the wall. "How do you do that?" George giggled, shrugging.
"Just push with your feet? Balance, um... keep your knees bent. Or don't. I don't, but I think you're supposed to." The three boys on the wall glanced at each other, then back at George, their eyes screaming for help. The brunette shrugged, then skated away. By now, Dream had already done a few laps around the rink, smoothly turning around corners and random falling children. George caught up to him, and they skated close enough to hold a conversation.
"Still on your feet, I see," Dream teased, smiling. George rolled his eyes, swerving around a mother helping up her child.
"You're such an idiot," the smaller boy grumbled light-heartedly, shaking his head. "It's almost as if you want me to fall." Dream's eyes widened for a second, then crinkled into a playful grin.
"To be fair, it'd be hilarious to see."
"Woooooow. Goodbye, I'm leaving. Even the three stooges over there are better than this." George pointed his thumb at Sapnap letting go of the wall and immediately falling on his ass, and Karl offering him a hand only to be pulled down into the pile as well while Quackity laughed at them.
"I'm hurt!" Dream held a hand over his chest dramatically. "Whatever, go hang out with those idiots, then. I'm going to see if Bad and Skeppy have gotten here yet." Dream and George skated their separate ways, George to his friends and Dream to the seating area.
"Hey, guys, how's it going?" George asked, watching with mild amusement as Quackity let go of the wall and started moving backwards somehow.
"How does it look like it's going?" Sapnap deadpanned. "My ass is going to be bruised for weeks because of this!" They all giggled at that statement, only to be joined by Bad, Skeppy, and Dream moments later.
"Bad!" They all exclaimed, greeting their friend. Skeppy threw his hands in the air, shaking his head.
"Skeppy!" He exclaimed, mocking the group. Dream wheezed softly as everyone said their hellos to Skeppy as well.
After they had all greeted each other, Bad and Skeppy went off to skate together, holding hands and occasionally falling over and having to help each other up. Dream and George skated separately, both zooming around the track and really feeling the adrenaline. Eret was over in the seating area, talking with Ant and Velvet about who knows what. And then there was Karl, Quackity, and Sapnap, still slowly dragging themselves around the perimeter of the rink.
George was slightly out of it, zoning out while going around the track. He was getting closer to where Karl, Quackity, and Sap were on the wall, and they turned to look at him.
All of a sudden, a child skated out sideways right in front of George. He was going way too fast along the track, and reacted quickly– avoiding the child, but falling down, somersaulting and skidding around the floor briefly.
"Woah, George!" Sapnap exclaimed.
"Are you ok?" Karl asked, frowning. George nodded, groaning. Quackity had missed the whole event, cursing out a stranger he had argued with over something. He turned around, saw George on the ground, and burst out laughing.
"Now you know how it feels, bitch!" Quackity screeched. Dream skated up from behind, stopping a few feet before where George was. The brunette huffed, trying to get back on his feet. He stood up, but was unbalanced, and fell right back down again as if a rug was pulled from under his feet.
"George..." Dream skated closer, helping the smaller boy up and bringing him over to the wall. "Are you alright?"
"Yeah... nothing broken, probably." George leaned on the wall, picking up his leg and bending his knee a bit. He winced, and Dream caught it.
"Nope, c'mon, you're hurt. Let me at least see it before you try skating again," Dream insisted. George let out a annoyed huff, but didn't argue. He let Dream help him off the roller rink and to the bathroom, both still in their skates.
"Here, sit up on the counter. Let me see." George didn't say a word, hopping up onto the bathroom counter and pulling up his pant leg.
"Ouch, that looks painful," Dream commented. The skin around George's knee was torn and bleeding, and wherever the skin was intact it had already begun to turn darker, the very beginnings of a bruise.
"It really hurts," George admitted, looking down at his knee with an uneasy stare. Dream hummed, nodding.
"Do you want to go home? You won't want to be skating on that," Dream pointed out. With a sigh, George agreed.
"Yeah, I guess... but I also don't want to force Sap, Karl, and Q to go home with us."
"They can get a ride. I'm sure Bad and Skeppy would be willing to take them back." George nodded, scooting closer to the edge of the counter in preparation to get down.
"Okay." Dream offered him a hand, helping George down to the tiled floor before leading him back out to the seating area.
"Here, take your skates off. I'll go talk to them." George nodded, carefully untying his laces and loosening them enough to slip his feet out before putting his regular shoes back on. They were much more comfortable, although he would miss having wheels to move him around. George sighed, resting his elbow on his thigh and leaning into the palm of his hand.
"All good. Everyone says 'feel better', too," Dream smiled gently, sitting down beside George and quickly taking his skates off. "Ready to go?" Dream stood up, offering the brunette a hand.
"Yeah..." George accepted the help, but when Dream wrapped an arm around him to help him walk, he pulled away. "I can walk, it's not like I broke my leg or anything," he insisted. Dream let go, watching as the brunette slowly limped toward the car.
"So stubborn," he murmured under his breath, jogging to catch up with George.
The pair got into the car, George pressing his head into the seat while Dream pulled out of the parking lot and onto the road. The blond glanced over at his friend, frowning slightly.
"Hurts a lot, huh?" He commented. George sighed, nodding. "We'll be home in 20 minutes."
"Okay."
They got home 20 minutes later, as promised. Dream got out of the car first, going around to the passenger side to help George inside. Despite his earlier insistence that he was fine, the brunette had given in and was now letting Dream help.
They went inside, Dream leading George to the bathroom.
"Here, sit." George sat up on the counter while Dream started searching through his first aid supplies. "Still hurts, I presume?"
"Yeah," George sighed, pulling up his pant leg. He grimaced at the injury, the torn skin painted with blood and small pieces of fuzz from his pants.
"Ooh... yeah, that needs to be cleaned, hold on." Dream grabbed a brown plastic bottle from the bathroom cabinet, grabbing a few cotton balls as well. He poured the liquid from the bottle onto a cotton ball, looking up at George sympathetically.
"This might sting, but it's going to keep it from getting infected," the blond stated matter-of-factly. George nodded, furrowing his eyebrows. Dream pressed the cotton ball into George's knee, hearing a soft yelp immediately escape the smaller boy's lips. Dream pulled away, watching as the liquid on George's knee bubbled and fizzed up, cleaning it up. When the bubbles had died down, he swiped the cotton ball over it again, watching it bubble up again.
"Dreammm..." George whined, frowning. "Don't you think it's clean enough by now?" The blond looked up from his spot on the bathroom floor, nodding.
"Yeah, sure. It looks a lot better already." Dream gently wiped off any remaining peroxide on George's knee, nodding with satisfaction. "I'll just bandage it up so it stays clean, then."
"Do you think you have any bandaids big enough to cover it...?" George wondered, eyeing his knee warily. Dream hummed, examining the injury quickly.
"Um..." His eyebrows knit together, thoughts cast in plaster. "I don't know. I do have gauze pads and medical tape though, which should cover it better." George nodded, watching Dream quietly. The blond grabbed a gauze pad and medical tape, along with some healing cream.
"It's definitely going to bruise. You must've hit the ground really hard," he mused. George sighed, nodding.
"It was that kid's fault. Shouldn't have skated out in front of me like that."
"Or maybe you're just bad," Dream teased in response, applying the cream to George's knee before setting the gauze pad on top.
"I'm not bad!" The brunette screeched out in defense. "You saw me! I was skating fine!" Dream let out a soft chuckle, ripping the medical tape and sticking the gauze pad down.
"Surrrreeeeee." He ripped another piece of tape, clicking his tongue. "Straighten your leg almost all the way." George did as requested, watching as Dream taped his knee again. "There. Try bending your knee, if the tape feels taut then stop."
"Taut," George repeated, giggling softly as he bent his knee. The way Dream had taped it allowed for him to move it almost normally, only restricting his movement slightly. The taller man stood up, nodding.
"Shut up, idiot. Better?" Dream questioned, gesturing at George's knee.
"Yeah. Thanks, you did a good job." The brunette smiled shyly, hopping down from the counter. Dream puffed his chest out from the praise.
"Naturally."
"That's it, I'm leaving!" George exclaimed, walking out of the bathroom with a wide grin on his face. Dream easily caught up to him, hugging George from behind.
"Idiot," they both said in unison. A second passed, and both boys broke out into laughter, George happily leaning backwards into Dream as the blond held him tight. In this moment, they were both content, feelings of love and hope swirling in their chests.
Maybe someday it could be real.
This happened like over a week ago, sorry it took so long to write but uhh seasonal depression
My knee still hurts, its healed more now but its still very bruised, a nice red-violet color surrounded by a greenish yellow color :3
Imma try to write more this week since I'm not really able to go to school until I get a negative test back, maybe just some oneshots until I feel good enough to write a book (I've started a layout but I'm not finished with it yet :/)