You could not believe you were doing this, dragging Dreams unconscious body back to your place so you could patch him up. You just found him laying in the middle of the woods looking like a gang just beat the shit out of him, and here you were going to take care of him bc you were "Pitiful". You continued to drag him till you finally made it to your place, you walked in and laid him down onto the couch, this was going to be a long night for you...

You grabbed a med kit and some other things that'll be useful and started to tend his wounds. After awhile his wounds were finally patched up, that's when you looked at his mask, noticing it was cracked, should probably check for injuries on his face too, don't want to risk infection...why do you care so much?! You let out a huff before going to grab his mask and take it off, but that's when a hand suddenly grabbed your wrist firmly, but not too tight to the point it'd hurt

Dream: "Don't. Touch."