I'll see you today. // DreamNotFound

Chapter eleven

It is okay! Just try not to stress...

Clay, Emily and George sat in the car for about 10 minutes until George unplugged his seat belt and everyone followed his lead. His hands were shaking as he opened the car door and stood on the path way leading to Dave's house.

"I never thought I was gonna rob someone." George looked at the huge windows in front of him. They were dark.

"Well, it isn't robbery if you look at it. You are getting your own clothes from your 'parents' house." Clay stood next to him and gave a pair of huge, black bag and a pair of gloves. 

"Yeah, well I-I do not want t-to mess it u-up." George felt the cold sweat starting to run over his body as he stepped closer to the window. 

"Sarah is at the window lets go!" Emily grabbed her bag and went to the window that was opening. 

George sighted and with Clay next to him went closer to the window so he could hop in. 

"Okay Emily, you know the plan. Meet us at the car when ready." Clay didn't sound like he was new to this. George looked around and hoped everything will go right.

After few minutes of slow and quiet walking they reached Georges old room. When they went in it still had the awful scent left from the night. George tried to ignore it and went to pack his clothes while Clay started to take down the computer.

Minutes went by and it was quiet. Until George heard quiet cursing from his back. For second he didn't want to turn around. What if Dave was standing there and held a knife up to Clays throat? Okay maybe it is kind of weird to think that but still. George turn his head to find Clay laying on the floor and holding his hand to his stomach. As he was burnt or something.

George whispered as loud as he could to not talk in full sounding voice. "Clay! Are you okay?"

He quickly went to check on his boyfriend who was laying on the floor and trying to hold the tears back.

"I am sorry!" Clay dropped few tears from his eyes. "I broke a wire while taking down the motherboard. I'll buy you a new one."

At this point George wished he didn't have a computer. He looked at the wire and it was the biggest one and it was smoking hot. (I don't know how the wires and everything work in computers, so please don't come at me that that is not possible.) 

George ran to his bed and took the water he had left on his nightstand few nights ago and ran back to the blond boy helpless, laying on the floor. He had a huge, bad and red burn his hand.

"I don't care about the computer. Give me your hand." Clay hesitated to move his hand, but after few seconds George had grabbed it and was pouring the water on it.

"T-That h-h-hurts-s. H-Ho-l-lly s-s-shit." Clay was laying there and looking at the bottle that George was emptying on his hand. 

"I know. Stay here. We don't need the computer anyways. I'll pack my stuff as fast as possible and we get out of here and get your hand treated." George jumped on to his feet and now he was just stacking everything he can in the bag he had. After few minutes he already had his bag in the car and he went back upstairs to help the poor boy get into the car.

When he got back to his car Emily was already there sitting in the back seat. Sarah was waving them goodbyes and closed the window. 

"What happened in there George." Emily asked while George helped Clay get in the passenger seat and fasten the strap over his body.

"He burnt himself while getting the computer. We are gonna quickly stop at the hospital if you do not mind." George Hopped in the drivers seat and then he realized. He doesn't have the keys. 

"FUCK!" George slammed his head onto the staring wheel. 

"I FUCKING LEFT THE KEYS INSIDE!" George Got out of the car and called Sarah. His hands were trembling as he went to the window he had sneaked out few minutes ago.

"Sarah! Can you come open the window? I left something in my room." George stood there and his mind was about to break down. He knew the burnt place on Clays hand has to be treated or it can start to suppurate. He didn't want to see Clay in pain for longer then he had to see now. 

"Yeah ok! I am coming!" She sounded confused but after about 2 minutes she was opening the window for George.

"Thank you. I'll be right back." George ran as quiet as he could. The next thing he knows he has grabbed the keys but someone is at the door. And it is not Sarah.

"George!? What are you doing here?" Dave sounded drunk but at the same time he winked his eye at George. "You want the round two to that night?"

His heart dropped. Could it be any worse? His love of life is sitting in the car with a huge pain on his hand and now he was about to get rapped? Well I can't let this happen. I have to fight trough this.

"No and I am about to leave." George tried to keep his voice down and calm. It wasn't the best.

"You wont leave that easy. Come on." He reached at Georges hand and started to push him forwards the bed.

At the last second when Dave was about to push George in the bed he curled out of the tight grip and ran as fast as he could.

Dave just couldn't follow him as he slammed onto the floor. Lucky that he is too drunk to get me.

Sarah was waiting by the window and when she saw George running she was aware what she had to do. 

George jumped out of the window hitting his leg on the ground. The pain went trough his body but he didn't care. He had to go.

As fast he could he jumped in his car, put the key in to the ignition, put his seatbelt on and drove off.

He was happy that he could even get away from that. His sister was staring at him and Clay was sleeping still with the pain in his arm.

"George...? Why are you so pale?" Emily suddenly asked when I got to my normal breathing.

"Well I met Dave and y-yeah." George didn't want to talk about it.

"Okay." Emily felt the fear in her brother. She didn't trust Dave from the start too, but later on she gave him her trust and said that George is being wrong. Well I guess I was wrong this time.

When they reached the hospital George helped Clay to stand and walk to the entrance.

"Help! He burnt his hand with a wire!" George was out of breath. He had done so many things tonight that he was thinking about falling asleep here on the spot, but he couldn't. He had to save someone right now.

"Okay stand here and I will come back with some doctors." The nurse was sleepy, but she didn't waste time. After few long minutes as it felt doctors came with a wheel chair and placed Clay into it. He looked like he was drunk, but at the same time just sleeping, which wasn't the case here.

"We gonna treat him, but we need his name. Also you might get a little check up too. Your leg looks messed up." The nurse gave George a sheet of paper to fill in and pointed at his leg.

"Oh yeah. I'll do that after." He filled the document and gave it back to the nurse later the doctors came into the waiting room they sat in. Now the pain in Georges leg was getting more sharp with the stress about what is happening.

"So we have some news" The man that was taking care of Clays hand walked near us.