Anything For You, George - {DNF} //BOOK1

Chapter 32: Why Didn't You Listen?

Sapnap POV

"God why didnt he just fucking listen?" Dream asked me.

I knew he wasnt angry, he was just incredibly worried. He hadn't said much else since we got into the ambulance for the second time today.

The three sentences I got were, well, that one.

'George is in trouble, he's hurt and he needs help.'

And, finally, an address.

We ran to the emergency department and he tried to explain. He could barely form sentences, spluttering at every other word. He was shaking, crying. I supported him, he needed me right now.

I don't know how the paramedics understood but they immediately started grouping up and packing an ambulance with supplies. They ushered me and dream into the back of the ambulance, again. The paramedics told us to give them an address and then suddenly we were driving, top speed, into the city.

There weren't many windows in the back where we were, but I could see we were passing unfamiliar streets. I hadn't been here long so I was judging this on the fact dreams face was scanning the city, looking lost. My flight was in six hours. I was meant to be going home in six hours. I can't leave dream like this, with George. They both need me right now. I'll cancel my flight. I'll reschedule it for a week from now. This is more important. They are more important.

I don't understand why George would leave. He was safe at the hospital. We left for an hour at most. I should've listened to dream. We should've stayed with him. What was I thinking? I was being selfish and look where it got us.

It's not that I didn't care about George. I love George. I saw that he felt really guilty for keeping me on my last day. My intention was to only leave for an hour max I didn't want a fancy meal. It wouldn't be fun without George. I just wanted George to feel less guilty and for him to recover quickly. I didn't know that he'd fucking leave. How was I meant to know that?

We were turning down dark corners of the city and I was getting increasingly worried. What had George got himself into?

One of the paramedics asked if George was an addict.

"What?" Dream was appalled.

"These parts of the city we tend to pick up a lot of overdoses. Some people just don't know their limits."

"No. George doesn't take drugs. He never has."

"Okay, just thought I'd check."

Dream threw his head in his hands, his elbows resting on his knees. Only when the vehicle stopped moving, he looked up. He was pale, so very pale. Me and dream had to stay out the way to let the paramedics do their jobs. We stepped out the ambulance and I could see dreams eyes frantically searching. They stopped and I follow his line of vision.  I saw a small person lying on the floor, further down in the alleyway. I assumed it was George. There was blood everywhere. So much blood. They hoisted him onto a support board strapping him in. He wasnt making any noise.

I looked to dream. He was shaking. He was crying. So was I by this point. George looked dead.

Dream POV

We werent allowed to go near George until he was secured in the ambulance. We then climbed in and I got to have a good look.

Oh...George.

There were bruises across his cheek and blood all over his hands. Then I saw it. Was that a knife?

There was a knife plunged deep into his stomach. It had soaked my hoodie to a deep red and it was terrifying to look at.

He didn't look like he was in much pain. He didn't really look like anything. He looked so small. So frail. He was out cold. Barely breathing. They were injecting so many things into him. They tore his shirt off and more bruises were revealed. There were also some old marks that I had made and I flushed a deep red. No one said anything, though.

I shouldn't have left George. This was my fault. I have to fix this.

I looked to sapnap, he was crying. We were both so very worried. Again? George. Really?? How did it get to this?

Someone had stabbed him. Who the fuck would stab George? And why?

My arms dropped to my side and I could barely breathe. The words being uttered by the other people in the vehicle consisted of 'he has a pulse' and 'it's very faint'.

George was alive. Barely.

One of the paramedics, whose name I learned was Phil, handed me George's phone. It was slightly smashed. But it was unlocked.

I immediately went and opened the 'unknown numbers' messages. Without me seeing them the other day George wouldnt be here. George wouldn't be alive.

I wouldn't be able to live with myself if I lose George. He's my everything. He's the reason I want to wake up in the morning. He's the reason I smile, the reason I laugh. Though, recently, he's the reason I've been crying. I haven't cried this much since... No. That doesn't matter. That doesn't need to be brought up.

Back to the matter in hand, I scrolled up, noting the times these messages were sent and recieved. I got to the top, I was just a spam of that picture of me and George. George thought it was sapnap but he had sapnap already saved under another number so it couldn't have been him. Oh my god. It was Noah. And he was threatening George. I read on. He was threatening to expose us. He was going to out me and George to the world. He was blackmailing George.

I decided then and there, I was going to make mine and George's relationship public. Then no one could have anything against us then, right? No one could hurt George anymore.

No, no. That would be selfish. George needs to have a say. There's two people in this relationship. I won't do it without George. Though, if we don't tell people soon, Noah will. I think it would be more beneficial for us to tell everyone then for it to be 'exposed'. I don't know what George will think about all this but our secret nearly killed him. Our relationship nearly killed him.

So, yes George, if you would like, you can out me. You can let the whole world know that we are together. You can let them all know I love you. I'd do anything for you, George. Anything.

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Ello reader:)