Lean On You (DNF) Book 2

Pleading

George sat hunched over at his desk, staring at the open document on his screen. The blinking cursor taunted him. He just stared. He didnt move or talk, you might have even thought him dead if it wasnt for the rising and falling of his chest.

His plan was to drown everything out. So nothing out of the ordinary. He'd work until he dropped dead, clearly having learnt nothing.

George had every intention of doing the assignment. But for some reason, he couldn't bring himself to actually start. So he just stared at it.

Clay was gone, having taken Eliza with him. George was alone again. But whatever, right? Good riddance. Now he had all the time in the world to spend on his stuides. George tried to convince himself, though he was failing misberly.

"George." Sam coughed, forcing George unwavering gaze from his laptop.

"What?"

"Are you mean or just plain stupid?" Sam asked, completely serious.

From the entire time George knew Sam, Sam had never so much insulted a fly. "W-what?"

"You're really gonna leave it at that?" Sam sat down on his bed, staring daggers at George. "You're just going to let Clay and Eliza leave?"

"I cant stop them. They are their own people." He shrugged, turning back to his screen.

"That answers my question at least, you're just stupid."

George spun around fully thing time, snapping at Sam. "Why the hell are you defending them?! They are in the wrong here." He rolled his eyes.

"Okay."

"O-okay? That's all you have to say?" George huffed.

"If you are that dense to realize that there are two sides to this, I dont think you deserve my advice or help." Sam shrugged, rising to his feet.

"W-wait-"

"Do you know why Clay asked for my number?" Sam waited for a response but George hung his head. "He was worried about you. Asked me if I could look after you because he knew that you'd get caught up in your work. Apparently that's what you do."

"I'm not a little kid. I dont need him to look after me." George sat back.

Sam inhaled deeply and shook his head. "He didnt think you were a child. You were his boyfriend and he cared about you."

Were. Cared - past tense. Did they break up? George leaned forward and placed his head in his hands.

"I fucked up..." George peeled through his fingers at Sam. "Didn't I?"

"Big time." Sam sighed. "Talk to them and apologize dude." Sam sat back down on his bed and looked at George. "I've only known you for a few months George. Your obsession with work is unhealthy. You are a medical student, you should know a social life is important. Don't waste it for something you already have."

George looked at Sam and slowly closed his eyes. He allowed the words Sam had spoke settle in the pit of his stomach. After a second he took out his phone and texted Eliza.

George

Liz, can you tell Clay to call me when you can? We need to talk and I doubt he'll answer my calls.

Sent: 10:57pm

Now all he had to do was wait. Simple enough, right? Right? He placed his phone on the desk with the screen facing up. And then he just stared at it.

Sam watched George throughout this whole process. He shook his head. Dumb desperate gays.

It was starting to get very late now. Sam retired to bed but George stayed up. He sat at his desk, staring blankly at the phone. It was strange. Eliza should have at least texted back right?

As time passed, George fought the urge to sleep. His eyelids became droopy and his head was heavy. Eventually, he too had surcome to the gentle embrace of sleep.

George couldn't tell how long he had been asleep. To him, it felt like five minutes. But when he woke up to the sound of his phone violently buzzing, the clock read three o'clock.

He licked his lips, his mouth was dry and uncomfortable. George picked up his phone, assuming it was either Eliza or Clay who had called him.

It wasn't.

It was Drista.

Why was Drista calling him at three in the morning? Drista never called or texted. Did she misclick when she was trying to call Eliza?

"Hello...?" George said softly, his voice deep and raspy from sleep.

"George?" Drista's voice was also raspy. But not from sleep. No, not at all. Her voice was raspy from crying.

"What's wrong...?"

"I'm so sorry-" Her voice cracked. The flood of tears she had been keeping at bay had pushed passed her defenses.

"W-what..." George sat completely up. "What... what happened...?" His words quivered and shook.

"The- the- the-" He heard Drista take a deep breath. "The first responders said I-it was black ice... it was no ones fault-"

Black ice.

No ones fault.

George connected the dots. Car crash.

Back when George still interning at the hospital, he had seen the aftermath of several car accidents. Each one worse than the last.

All the terrible images of those days had been stained in his mind. He imagined Clay and Eliza with all the wounds and-

Please. Anyone. Anyone less but them. They didn't deserve this. That fate was too cruel for people so sweet.

"Are they..."

"Liz is okay... she was conscious and responsive when they found them, though she was in sh-shock."

"A-and Clay?"

Drista just sobbed harder, crying out.

George felt his body go numb. "Oh-"

"T-they can't wake him up!" She cried.

"I'll leave right now. Are you at the hospital?"

"Y-yeah... we're staying here u-until he wakes up." Drista sniffled, trying to calm herself down.

"Okay. I'll be there soon." George hung up after that.

He ran around the room, carelessly grabbing clothes and other things he would need for a long term stay. He didn't know how long he'd be gone or if he'd even be back. He just needed to be there. For Eliza. For Clay.

George left without a goodbye. The unfinished extra credit document still open on the screen.