Dream laid against a tree, his breathing shallow and ragged. He could feel blood escaping the back of his head, the web of cracks left from his collision throbbing horribly. His limbs rendered useless from Nightmare's thrashing, all he could do now was wait for his time to end.

Surely, most would think, Dream could just try to call for help, right? Why doesn't he?

There was no point. After all, the grim reaper was sitting beside him, waiting as well.

"How unlucky." Reaper quietly mumbled, staring forward. "You were thrown too far. Even if someone realizes you're gone, it'll be too late. How sad."

"Reaper..." Dream rasped, only tilting his head a fraction in his direction. "Please... I need more time."

Reaper scratched his face. "I'm sorry, pal. Nothing personal."

"But... Geno..." Dream managed to get out. His throat felt abnormally dry.

Reaper stiffened. He dropped his hand from his face and looked to the side. "That's personal."

"Come on..." The golden skeleton coughed.

"Geez, fine." Reaper sighed, standing up. "I guess I do owe you one for hooking us up. Get help already, dude." With that, he vanished.

Dream closed his eye-sockets, resting for a moment. So, now he knew he wasn't going to die, but everything still HURT. What was he going to do?

~~~

Dust didn't look too hot at the moment.

"MIND HELPING?" Killer called at the pair. "YOU TWO CAN MAKE OUT LATER, ALRIGHT? DUST IS DYING!"

Cross blinked. "Wait, making out-"

"Nope." Nightmare quickly interrupted, pushing Cross to the group. "Let's go." He was quietly thanking the lord for covering him with black sludge because now no one can see how flustered he is.

They joined the group and looked down at Dust, which could honestly look better.

"Oh, hey boss. Haven't seen you for a while. New haircut?" Dust slurred, smiling goofily.

"Okay, is he dying or is he drunk." Nightmare droned.

"Can't blame the guy, he's bleeding out. Not enough to the noggin." Horror shrugged, going back to focusing his magic. Cross stepped in and also tried his best, his remaining hand lighting with a soft green.

Watching these noobs heal Dust was like watching toddlers trying to fix something they broke to Nightmare. After a while, he couldn't even look at this sad scene anymore and pushed everyone aside. "You guys suck at this."

"Duh." Killer rolled his 'eyes'.

As soon as Nightmare stepped in, he began to heal. The magic was immense, closing up the wound rather easily in a matter of minutes. They all watched in astonishment.

"Perks to being the son of a goddess." Killer mumbled. Cross nodded in agreement.

Dust put a hand to where the hole used to be and sat up. "Woah, it's gone."

"Your welcome." Nightmare crossed his arms.

"Oh, my greatest of gratitudes, lord of darkness. Next, I shall kiss your feet because I am not worthy of your gloriousness." Dust exclaimed dramatically, doing a bowing gesture.

"You piece of sh-" The dripping skeleton growled, close to making a few more holes in Dust before Cross intervened.

"He's back to normal." Cross said happily, like it was on the bright side.

"Yaaaaay." Night spat with mock-happiness.

"Aw, I love you too, Boss." Dust cupped his own face like those blushing anime girls do.

"Ew."

"Yo, wHaT'D I MIss?" Error popped out of nowhere, looking between all of them.

"We robbed 5 7/11s and burned a church." Killer piped up.

"WaiT REalLY? DaNG."

"You're an idiot." Nightmare punched the glitched skeleton in the shoulder.