mending your heart [dreamnotfound]

chapter thirteen

tw: self harm mentions, blood mentions, eating disorder mentions.

when george and clay woke up, it was about 11pm. they had slept right through 6 hours of their night, but it was much needed.

clay woke up first, and admired the small site in front of him, the way george's hair fell, they way he lightly breathed while sleeping, the way his eyes would flutter open but close abruptly when sleeping, clay loved all of it.

all of george's imperfections and perfections, were all just perfections to him.

soon enough george woke up, to the similar sound of what clay had woke up too.

they both heard sapnap screaming at what sounded like the tv, however for a few moments while george stirred, clay decided to wait so they could investigate together.

as george's brown doe eyes fluttered open, his long eyelashes hitting the top of his eyelids, clay smiled and spoke.

"did you hear saptypus?" clay said as george scoffed at the nickname they had given sapnap before in a live, george stretched while nodding, the white bed sheets ruffling as he began to sit up.

"what the hell is he screaming at... do you think we should check?" george asked rubbing his eyes.

as george lifted his arms to stretch he felt the sting rush down them, he had forgotten that was his way out of his intrusive mind earlier on in the day.

everything was a blur in the moment, but now he remembered, the look on clay's face, the way he cared, the softness of his voice, the touch of clay's hands holding on to his...

it all felt so right to him, not awkward like it had been before...

it felt nice in some way.

pain could be seen on george's face, and when clay saw he softly spoke, ensuring not to startle the older.

clay was genuinely upset, and had definitely been through all of this with george, but all he wanted from here on out for all 3 of them, was to slowly begin to make a return, and george getting his life back on track.

"you okay?" clay asked as george lets out a small nod and a yawn, he was still half asleep.

clay smiled and then got up, and turning the main light on, then taking a seat cross legged back on the bed, facing george.

as george finally fully came into focus after being half asleep for a few moments and his mind taking him back to the hours before, he looked and was met with clays floppy dirty blonde hair.

god... it's so fluffy, it makes him so cute.

what the fuck?! george! no!

needless, to say, george had no idea why the hell or where the hell that had come from, but it had just happened and he regretted even thinking it.

sure he knew that clay was bisexual, and george was gay... but they were best friends, and george was still extremely hurt and sensitive to relationships.

as he snapped out of it, he looked to clay who let out a warming smile then speaking.

"i just wanted to see if i could unwrap your cuts, or at least check the bandages haven't bled through or anything, if you want me too." he said, ensuring george was comfortable with it.

george nodded, and rolled his sweatshirt sleeves up and showed clay the bandages, neither had bled through, the right arm bandage having a few spots of blood, knowing that would probably need changing before they actually went to sleep for the night, but for now it was fine.