Clay's POV
1 day until surgery (120 left) Friday, January 15
"I'm sure it'll be fine" She stated, if only she sounded more confident. She doesn't sound very sure.
I was sitting on the patient in the surgery center. The doctor, Dr. Fulton, came in and he closed the door behind himself.
"You ready, Clay?" He asks cheerfully, I nod and he hands me a hospital gown. He tells me where the bathroom is and I head there with the gown to change into it.
I put on the hospital gown and grabbed my discarded clothes. I take a deep breathe before I walk back into my room.
About 40 minutes of sitting in the room, Dr. Fulton tells me to follow him. He leads me into a different, equally depressing room where there is another man in surgerical gear waiting.
"Hello.." he pauses and looks at Dr. Fulton.
"His name is Clay." Dr. Fulton says to the surgeon.
"Hello, I've been vaiting to meet you. My name iz Stefan. I vould tell you to call me Dr. Fulton but that iz my husband." He says with a very heazy German accent. When he says something about his husband, he points at the frist Dr. Fulton.
"You guys are married?" I ask, Dr. Fulton smiles while Stefan nods and puts on his medical mask. He grabs a needle which I assume has anesthesia in it. He puts to needle close to my arm.
"I'm actually doing this for my boyf-" I start before I begin to get sleepy. While I was talking, the surgeon stuck the needle in me and the anesthesia kicks in quickly. In about 30 seconds, I pass out.
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After who knows how long, I groggily wake up in a hospital and I immediately feel a very sharp pain in my chest. I run my hand over where I assumed they cut into me and I want to die as soon as I do it.
"Goddamnit!-" I start before I hear a knock on the hospital door. "Come in." I somewhat yell, slightly in pain still because of my idiotic moment.
Second Dr. Fulton, Stefan, the surgeon, walks in and has a clipboard in his arms.
"I vant to azk you queztionz." He states, German accent making me wonder if I'm even typing it correctly. It also makes me actually want to meet him in real life because a gay, German, surgeon sounds awesome.
"Vho are you?" Stefan questions.
"umm, I'm Clay Anderson. I'm 17 years old. I was born in Orlando. I'm-"
"That'z enough, thank you." He cuts me off. "Vhere are you?"
"Palm Wright Surgerical Centre." I respond, hoping that isn't a real place because I just made that name up.
"I have a fev more quezt-" He starts before he doctor Dr. Fulton walks in.
"How's it going in here?" Dr. Fulton asked, smiling at us.
"He zeemz fine." Stefan states, Dr. Fulton then nodding and looking at me.
"You have a few visitors. Two young boys about your age and then your family." He says. He walks out of the room and then walks back in and ushers other people in.
Drista, Nick, George, and then my parents come in. My mom rushs in and hugs me, making me whince in pain as she puts a lot of pressure against my cut."Ma'am, that's where he has his stitches are." Dr. Fulton says
"Oh, sorry, honey." My mom apologizes and lets go of me.
"If I may zuggezt zomething, I would let George zpeak firzt az hiz zurgery iz very zoon." Stefan suggests, George smiling, nodding and then sitting down next to me on my hospital bed.
"Thank you so much, bab-" George starts then stops himself as he probably shouldn't call me pet name in front of me family. Stefan clears his throat and when we look and him he tilts his head towards the door, practically saying "c'mon idiots, we're on a schedule here." with the gesture.
I kiss George. "I love you." He says once we break away.
"I love you too, Gogy." I grin at him as he walks out.
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FanfictionGeorge struggles while dealing with having a rare type of liver cancer, Fibrolamellar carcinoma, and being in love with his best friend of seven years, Clay. High school doesn't help his situation and he has to figure out a way to live his best lif...
