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Insult to Injury
A Test Drive by Zuesue for @honelle56 (T | WIP | 3k)
#injury recovery #emotional hurt/comfort My contribution to the End of the Summer Fic Exchange. Updates each day until complete
Thank you to @fujogie for sponsoring the collection, and thank you to @jess-total-mess and @dreastmilk for betaing.
Happy reading!
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Dream remembers when George and Sapnap got the UTV.
He's not the greatest at keeping up with Sapnap's streams, but he tries to catch as many as he can. And when both his roommates are participating, he thinks it'd be rude to miss even with all the code he still needs to get done.
When they had gotten home, Dream had asked why they'd gotten a car they wouldn’t use.
“Bro lacks the vision,” Sapnap had said, making George cackle into his hands.
“I don’t lack anything,” he had retorted, which had made George wolf-whistle and Sapnap laugh. “No, shut up. George needs a car he can actually drive so he can learn.”
“He’s stupid too,” George chimed in, and if Dream had chucked a pillow at his head, that’s his business.
“No, no, listen,” Sapnap said. “It has all the shit a regular car has, brakes, steering wheel—”
“Wow, dude knows what’s in a car,” George drawled.
“—and it has a speed cap, so George can get all his fucking driving experience without being a menace to society.”
It had taken some convincing (because UTVs are fucking dangerous according to Dream), but Dream had come around to the idea, even if it was mostly lies so they could have a UTV. And even then, it had been a good source of happiness for them in the following rougher months, which Dream only saw as a positive.
It was a random day in May when George asked if he’d watch them ride it.
“You’re so boring, we’ve been at this all day, and you want to keep working,” George laments.
“It’s not that, I’m almost done—”
“You’ve said that already. Four times.”
Dream pauses and glances away from the monitor to where George sits. There's a computer now in the gym so they can fix code as they work. George is turned toward him in the office chair, and Dream notes the tiredness in his hunched-over posture. They’ve been at this for hours, he will admit, and George has been a great help the whole time. Has been for a while actually. “I have?”
George rolls his eyes, but he smiles. “Idiot,” he says. “Break for tonight. We can start again tomorrow.”
Dream looks back at the monitor. He is really close, he just has to adjust the rendering a tiny bit and—
“Dream.”
He glances over again. George is still smiling, but there’s a no-nonsense look in his gaze. “Please? Just for tonight?”
Dream looks again at George, at the days-old stubble, the hoodie he’s been wearing for two days just so he didn’t have to abandon Dream while he’s been working, and thinks he deserves a break.
He makes a show of rolling his eyes as he gets up.”You just want me to get you food.”
George’s eyes light up, but he still scoffs at Dream. They each have to play their parts. “That’s not true.”
“Is true.” He stretches up, feeling the cracks in his shoulders and spine. “Fuck.”
George laughs. “Bro’s getting old."
“Like you’re one to talk.”
George hunches over and makes a groaning noise. “Oh, I’m Dream, and my poor back hurts from all the dicks in my ass—”
“George!” he exclaims, scandalized, and George laughs again, bright and loud in the space.
“We should do something,” George says.
“Like what?”
“Like, go out, do something active. I’m too tired to sit.”
Dream walks toward George, and the two make their way out of the gym. “How does that even work?”
“Dunno, but my butt’s gonna fall off if we don’t do something.”
“Well, we wouldn’t want you to lose your best asset.”
“Asset. Ass-et. Get it?” He elbows Dream’s side.
“You’re so dumb.” They’ve reached the kitchen, and George beelines for the fridge. He pulls out a bottle of water and (quite dramatically) drinks it all in one chug. “We have a fridge in the gym,” Dream reminds him.
George shakes his head. “Doesn’t taste right.”
Dream doesn’t get it, but he knows George has his quirks, like only wearing a specific brand of sock because it’s “just right” or the way he tidies his sheets but not the pillows when making his bed. “Well,” he says, “since you’re no longer dying of thirst, what do you wanna do?”
George thinks for a minute before he brightens. “Have you seen me drive the UTV yet?”
He hasn’t. Every time George and Sapnap went to mess around with it, he politely excused himself. Although he likes that George is getting "driving" experience, he has his reservations about the safety of it.
Then again, George has been quite accommodating for his antics, so maybe it’s time he returned the favor.
“No, you wanna grab Nick?”
“Yeah!” George runs off, and Dream hopes Sapnap isn’t busy and George isn’t about to terrorize him.
Even if it’s fruitless.
An hour later, Dream sits watching his idiot friends drive up sandy hills on their UTV. The off-roading park allows members to keep their vehicles there, fueled and ready, and since it’s not on Dream’s bill, he’s happy to watch them goof off all night long.
Just then, he sees the UTV careen over a hill and come crashing down thirty feet away.
“Holy fucking shit!” Sapnap yells from the driver’s seat, a wide grin plastered across his face. George whoops beside him, clearly gleeful.
A few seconds later, he sees George and Sapnap undo their seatbelts and make their way over to where Dream is sitting.
“Impressed?” Sapnap asks, breathing heavily.
Dream hums. “Thought George would be driving,” he says, “since it’s his car after all.”
“Am I not good enough for you?” Sapnap gives him a puppy-eyed look.
Dream laughs. “You’re a good driver, Nick.”
“Hell yeah!” he shrieks. George pouts at Dream.
“I’m a good driver too.”
“Not from my point of view,” he says. George meets the challenge with a blaze in his eyes. He smirks.
“Alright.” George walks off, and this time, climbs into the driver’s seat.
Sapnap plops down next to Dream and pulls out his phone, aiming it toward George. “Woo!” he screams. “Kitten’s driving!”
He can see George scoff from where he sits. He takes off, doing a tight turn before hurdling up a hill.
Sapnap cheers beside him, and Dream thinks, This isn’t so bad.
“Dream, look!” he hears. He shields his eyes and looks to where he heard George.
The UTV is now on top of the biggest hill. George is standing next to it, waving.
“I’m gonna go down it!” he yells.
“Do it, pussy!” Sapnap yells back. Dream nudges him for the comment, but he joins the cheering.
George slides into the driver’s seat and straps himself in. Dream hears the motor roar from where he sits, and he watches the UTV gun it down the hill. Sapnap raises his phone higher, most likely to get a better angle as dust billows behind the truck. It speeds down the hill, toward the ground, and—
It happens.
The UTV catches on a rock. It flips.
One.
Two.
Three times.
It slams into a hill.
It stops.
Then, silence.
“GEORGE!”
Dream takes off running toward the UTV. He was wearing his seatbelt, he’s gonna be fine. "GEORGE!"
But then why hasn't he answered yet?
“George, are you good!?” He’s at the UTV. He climbs the hill to get closer. “George?”
George is hanging awkwardly in the harness, barely sitting in the seat anymore. His eyes are open, gazing forward. He's breathing, though. Dream can hear it. He reaches out a hand and presses it against George’s face. It’s an awkward angle, the UTV is slanted on the hill, but he needs to see, needs to feel that George is alright.
George’s face is sticky with dirt and sweat when he presses a hand to his cheek. But it’s still warm and soft like Dream always imagined, and he can feel the breath on his arm.
George blinks, and Dream breathes.
“George.” His other hand brushes the hair out of Georgge’s eyes. “You alright?”
George is still hanging in his harness. Dream leans over to unbuckle him and accidentally nudges George, causing him to hiss.
“Wha—did I hurt you?” Dream asks, pulling back a step.
“Head,” George groans, and something bad curls in Dream.
“Your head...hurts?” George tries to nod but groans again.
“I don’t—didn’t hit it,” George says. Dream gently, ever so gently, cards his fingers through George’s hair to feel for bumps or blood.
He finds nothing, but when Dream looks to George to tell him, he notices something.
Dream looks at people. A long part of his career was watching his friends on streams, and, since his face reveal, he has spent a lot of time memorizing what people’s faces look like outside of a screen. He knows what George looks like, can tell how long his stubble has been growing, when he needs to take George to get a haircut, what he looks like when he's tired, upset, in pain.
As he’s looking into George’s eyes, there’s something wrong. They aren’t focusing on Dream; they’re dazed and unfocused.
And the bad feeling inside Dream gets worse.
“Let’s get you out of there.” He’s careful this time as he leans over and unbuckles George, carefully distributing George’s weight onto him as he pulls him out onto the sand.
At that moment, Sapnap appears.
“I called for help, they’re getting another vehicle to come pick us up and take us to the road,” he says, and Dream loves him.
“Thank you, Nick.” He looks back at George, who’s squinting at Sapnap.
“Look funny,” he says, and Dream chokes.
“And you look stupid.” But there’s a tenderness to Sapnap’s gaze, and Dream understands he’s equally as worried as he is.
A vehicle comes over the hill and stops next to the UTV. With a bit of maneuvering, they get George secured into the back alongside Dream. Dream has his arm slung around George’s shoulder for support as they navigate back to their car.
“We’re gonna get you checked out,” he promises. “We’ll drive straight to a clinic.” George doesn’t respond, but he presses closer to Dream, and that's enough for now.
Time both moves fast and slow as they get George to a doctor. Fast in that it's a blur. Slow as in every bump that makes George wince makes fear twist inside Dream.
He was wearing a seatbelt, he thinks. He’s gonna be okay.
The nurse checking out George is thorough. She asks questions, flashes lights, and writes her findings on a clipboard. She gets George’s details from Dream (he has George’s insurance card saved into his phone) and tells them the doctor will be in soon before she leaves.
George lays on the hospital bed. They turned down the lights in the room, so George isn’t squinting anymore. But, his face still conveys pain.
“My head’s still hurting.”
“The nurse says she can’t give you pain meds just yet.” If he didn't know already that giving pain medication would only slow the nurses down, he would’ve gone to the pharmacy himself to grab some for George. But, his mom’s voice reminds him that pain is often a good symptom of where the hurt is, and so he stays put.
“Don’t worry, George,” Sapnap says. “When we get back, I’ll let you have some of my special gummy bears.” He wiggles his eyebrows, and George snorts.
“Thanks, I guess.” There’s silence for a second. “Did you get it on video?”
“What are you—oh yeah!” Sapnap pulls out his phone and taps in his passcode. “It was kinda sick actually.”
“Can I see?” George tries to sit up, but Dream (ever so gently) pushes him back down.
“No. The nurse said no light until the doctor returns.”
“Oh, c’mon Dream,” Sapnap whines.
“Oh, c’mon, remember? He used to say that.” George has his stupid grin on his face, and Dream is only a bit relieved that he’s at least feeling well enough for mockery.
Just then, the nurse comes back in with what Dream supposes is the doctor.
“Hi everyone!” she says, focusing her attention on the figure in the bed. “You must be George.”
“Yes ma’am,” he says. Out of the corner of his eye, he sees Sapnap muffling a laugh.
“I am Dr. Smith. I’m the resident neurologist for this floor.”
“Neurologist,” Dream says. “So it is a brain problem.”
She nods, but there is no tightness to her face when she looks at George. “You seem to have a minor concussion. I was told he was in a car accident?” She looks toward Dream at that.
He clears his throat. “Well, yes and no,” he starts. “He was messing around with our UTV, but he was wearing a seatbelt though, so we didn’t—I didn’t think he’d get hurt?”
She hums. “Concussions don’t necessarily occur because of impact. They occur when the brain bounces around inside the skull.”
“The UTV flipped a bunch,” Sapnap says. “Could that’ve caused it?”
“Yes, that would explain the bruising. I would still be very glad you were wearing a seatbelt, for I’m sure we would be having a very different conversation if he was without it.”
George is still hurt though, Dream’s brain adds. He shakes it off.
Dr. Smith is talking again to George. “We’ll be giving you a list of what you can and can’t do during your recovery. You’ll most likely want to avoid computer screens, TVs, anything with bright lights. You’ll also want to avoid doing anything mentally strenuous for the first few days. We saw a lack of concentration in your testing, so we want to keep on top of that.”
George speaks up: “But, my work—it's all computers and screens.”
Dream turns to George. “We can figure stuff out or take a break,” he assures. “We can pause the project for now.”
George’s face looks pained again. Dream wishes they could give him medicine. “No,” he says, “I can’t, you—”
“We can provide a doctor’s note if necessary, but using electronics will stunt your recovery. For at least two weeks, you need to stay away from screens.”
Two weeks, Dream thinks, as Dr. Smith goes on about migraine recovery. George is gonna hate this.
George looks like he’s hating this. His lips are pressed together in a thin line, and his brows are furrowed. For a moment, Dream wants to smooth the lines out from his face, but he knows now is not the time.
“We’ll be keeping you overnight for observation.” Dr. Smith gives Dream a form. “We’ll get George to a room as soon as a gurney frees up.” She hands him a pen as well. “If you need help, press the call button.”
And with that, the two leave the room. George turns to face the wall.
Dream looks over the form. It’s various medical jargon and information. He starts filling it out while Sapnap goes over to George.
“So, concussion,” he states. Dream hears George scoff.
“Glad you were paying attention,” he snarks over his shoulder.
“Well, since I’ve actually been concussed before, I was going to offer to grab all the usual shit you need, but since you’re being a little bitch—”
“Nick,” Dream interrupts. He would usually let them fight it out, but Dream sees the tense lines in George’s back, and thinks this isn’t the time. Sapnap glances over to him and must see something too because he huffs and backs off.
“Got it,” Sapnap grumbles. He turns back to George. “Want me to grab anything else while I’m out?”
George turns his head back over. “Sushi?” he asks, and Dream can see a glint of mischief.
Sapnap must see it too, because he softly laughs. “Should’ve guessed that.” He grabs his phone and stands up. “I’m assuming you’ll be staying too?” he says to Dream.
Dream nods. It isn’t a question in his mind, but it makes sense why Sapnap asks.
“K, see you at home.” With that, Sapnap walks out, making sure to shut the door quietly behind him.
Dream continues to work on the form while George stares at the ceiling. A few minutes later, a team arrives to help George get up to the observation room. Dream follows dutifully behind, carrying George and his phone.
Once they’re settled in, with George in the bed and Dream sitting in a chair beside him, finally done with the forms, he finally asks the question.
“How are you feeling?”
George continues fiddling with the sheets. The hospital provided pajamas for him, as it was long past the early evening it was when they took the UTV for a spin. The lights are dimmed low, shadows casting across the room and across George’s face.
“Could be better,” he mumbles. “Head still hurts.”
“The nurse gave you pain medication, right?” He’s sure at some point a nurse came in and gave George pills.
“Yeah,” he says. “Still hurts though.”
Dream nods and scoots his chair closer. There’s a beat of silence, then George says, “I’m sorry.”
Dream looks at his face. “For what?”
“The pause—it was only for tonight.”
“The pause,” Dream says again. “You mean…for the project?”
“Yeah,” George mumbles, hunching over slightly as he continues to fiddle with the sheets.
“George, I don’t—I’m not thinking about that right now,” he says. “I’m just so glad you’re okay and that it’s going to be okay.”
George rolls his eyes. “I’m not gonna be able to work for weeks, Dream. How is that okay?”
“Because—okay, look.” He reaches out and grabs George’s hand to stop him from tearing the blanket to shreds. George’s hand falls still under his touch. “The project’s been delayed so many fucking times. One more time is not going to kill us.”
He feels George’s hand twitch under his palm. “But it’s not—it was stopped before because of the code,” he starts. “Not because of—not because I couldn’t help.” He hasn’t met Dream’s eyes yet.
Dream moves and sits on the bed. George’s hand twitches again in his grasp. Dream squeezes it, gentle, soft. “George,” he says, “two weeks is not the end of the world. This stuff, this technology, it’s gonna change the world. It can wait two weeks while my best friend recovers.”
He sees a ghost of a smile flash across George’s face. He presses on: “The nurse says no screens or bright lights for at least two weeks. So, you can’t code. But you can help me render shit, set stuff up once your doctor clears you, or we can sit in bed for two weeks. But all that really doesn’t matter, because I’d rather you get better quicker than you hurting yourself because you want to help me.”
“And I’m fine waiting for you,” he adds. “We’ve already gotten this far, and we’re this close. A two-week break isn’t going to change that. Plus.” He turns to smirk at George. “Weren’t you the one before now who was asking for a break?”
George groans, but he’s smiling now, and that’s all that matters. “Alright,” George says. “If you insist, I guess I could take a break.”
“I’m glad.” He’s smiling now too. George turns his hand over to squeeze Dream’s. Once. Twice. Three times. Dream’s smile grows wider.
“I love you.” Even in the darkness, he can see George’s blush, and it makes Dream’s heart flutter.
“Idiot.” But he’s smiling too, and that’s all that matters.
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Why should I watch Ivan the Incredible?
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Meet Iti Rawat: A Journey of Advocacy, Empowerment, and Entrepreneurial Success
Meet Iti Rawat: A Journey of Advocacy, Empowerment, and Entrepreneurial Success
“Hi, I’m ITI. My journey has been shaped by a deep passion for advocacy, a drive to challenge stereotypes, and a commitment to uplifting those around me. It has been a path of learning and beautiful moments of connection. Here is a glimpse into my story and the experiences that have shaped me.”
My story begins in Patna, Bihar, a city that shaped me with its beautiful blend of discipline and community. Growing up, my life was a mix of busy early mornings and structured routines, thanks to my father’s disciplined Army career. Each day started with the dawn and ended with the calm of early nights. Sports, especially basketball, played an important role in my childhood. I pursued it with zeal, even reaching the junior state level. But beyond the court and classroom, what truly set me apart was my deep-seated passion for making a difference.
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After completing my studies in Fashion Management at NIFT, I set on a corporate journey that spanned nearly a decade. I was fortunate to work with renowned companies like Arvind, Nike, and Apple. My time in the retail industry was fulfilling, but the entrepreneurial bug bit me hard. Despite the comfort of a high-paying job, I felt a calling to do more.
So, I took a leap of faith and founded Thinkhall Training and Consultancy. My vision was clear: to bridge the gap between education and industry needs. The retail sector, a major employer in India, was suffering from a shortage of skilled professionals. Thinkhall aimed to address this by providing top-notch training and creating job opportunities for the youth.
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First chapter of “Insult to Injury” is dropping Friday!
Here’s a sneak peak:
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राजस्थान में ITI एडमिशन फॉर्म 2024 चालू Rajasthan ITI Admission Online Form 2024 Qualification- 8th , 10th Class Passed Last Date- 10/-7/2024
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Gujarat ITI Admission 2024 | Download Mahiti Pustika | Apply Now!
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there should be an ivan the incredible fandom
PLEASE, despite the terrible animation, it's a good movie. ivan's an interesting character and good dyslexia rep!?!?! i could make lists upon lists on why you should watch this movie...
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