George pov:
I wake up to the rhythmic beating of a heart monitor, as soon as I hear it I begin to panic and sit up only to feel an excruciating pain from my ribs and an overwhelming rush in my head causing me to fall back down onto the bed, i look around and see a pale blue curtain below a pure white ceiling accompanied with a blinding light.
Suddenly the curtain swings open and a tall boy who looks about the same age as me appears, as he glances at me he shout "DR SOOT THE SMALL ONE WOKE UP!" My head continues to throb as he shouts "please Tommy calm down" a man who was extremely tall walks over with a clipboard in his hand and a stereotypical lab coat on "hey George right?" He asks in a smooth yet deep voice "yeah where am I?" I reply "you're in a hospital, at approximately 11:37 am yesterday you were rushed into this hospital and were immediately treated, you have 5 cracked ribs, a fractured jaw, and heavy bruising along the torso and skull" as the doctor listed off all the injuries my mind rushes back to the events that caused my pain, my dad absolutely brutalising me, making me feel unwanted, unloved.
The only thing I can think off is "how did I get here?" I ask interrupting the man "you were brought in by a man who identified himself as your boyfriend" he answers 'boyfriend?' I thought "clay?" I ask to which the boy, Tommy, responds "yeah, the tall blonde guy" I blush slightly, 'he called me his boyfriend' we haven't had that talk yet but I suppose I'd let him decide this one, "where is he now?" I ask with a small smile which soon fades as the doctor speaks up "well you see after he brought you into the hospital he collapsed onto the floor from his own injuries and has yet to wake up" I once again begin to panic asking if he was ok but the doctors refrained from telling me further information until he was awake.
The doctors soon left leaving me a bottle of water and some food advising me to take small bites to not upset my stomach, I couldn't think of anything other than clay. 'Was he alright?' 'What happened after I blacked out?' And 'what happened to my dad?'

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Made of clay
FanfictionHigh school au George is shy, clay is popular. The perfect combo After being forced to help clay in certain subjects will he finally get the courage to tell clay his feeling.... If anyone from the dream team or SMP are uncomfortable with this I will...