i barely wasted another minute of time looking at him. i picked him up bridal style and sprinted as fast as my legs could take me, sprinting back to the house. if i waited any longer, i feared we might be too late.
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they were running miles per minute through the field and forest straight to the house they were eating at hours before. with george barely holding on, head lolled back with a bloody head and ripped clothing, clay was holding on tight as salty tears threatened to spill down his face. eventually they made it back to their home, rushing through the oak door and going straight to the kitchen. as the gang rushed in yelling behind him looking for anything that might help, he set george down on the island taking a look at the mess below him.
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please be okay. please be okay.
not like this.
please.
wake.
up.
"please. please be okay." i choked out, laying him down below me. "what happened?? is he okay?" tommy shrieked as he and toby ran into the room looking at george below him. "oh my god." toby whispered at the sight. he and tommy both looked mortified. "tommy lets go. leave them be." toby suggested, grabbing tommys arm and leading them through the door and out the house once again. i turn back away from the 2, focusing back on george. everybody looked scared out their minds around the counter as i was rushing around the kitchen grabbing rags and napkins.
" clay." nick staggered out behind me. i didnt even hear him throughout my mind, i was too busy grabbing as many things as possible that might stop the blood, till i tried to figure out what to do next. "CLAY." nick screamed, pulling me out of my dark thoughts. i turned around to see blood covering his whole hand and part of his white shirt. He was shaking from head to toe pulling his hand away from georges head, stuttering out words trying to fight the urge to taste the dripping substance covering his hand.
"nick, cmon look at me, don't think about that right now." karl said trying to pull the hand away from his face, only to struggle against his arm with the hand not moving once. he brought the hand up to his nose and took a whiff of the smell leaving him in a worse mess than before. the smell made his nose crinkle and his toes curl, it was addicting to say the least. he opened his eyes once again and they were a bright burning red, filled with death and soon to be, blood. "NICK GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM HIM" i scream to him as he leaped on top of george, attempting to sink his teeth into his bloody neck.
dropping everything i had, i bolted towards him in a rush, pushing against him with full force to the wall, nearly smashing through it. i put his hands locked beside his head on the wall has he huffed and tried to squirm out of my grasp. "WILBUR, DARRYL GET NICK OUT OF HERE" i grunt out keeping my hands locked around his wrists and he fought and pushed against my grip. only did i finally let go when wilbur and darryl grabbed him and started dragging him through the door.
"karl, alex get a sewing needle and water ASAP." i commanded to them as i picked the rags up off the floor to push against his head. i have to admit, it was hard not to become as restless as nick, but george couldn't go through what i do everyday, hes too perfect. i pushed the rags i had under him, covering the 2 gashes sliced through his head. i started wiping down the dripping blood from the counter as i held the 2 rags to the wounds, when both alex and karl rushed in with the water and sewing kit. i quickly thanked them, drenching the rag in water and starting to wipe down his head again, getting it cleaner, and minimalizing the blood around the wound. as both the guys watched, i picked up the sewing kit and thread, cleaning the needle and stitching the wounds up as best i could. the cuts were still bleeding slightly so it was hard, but i managed and got them both tied up and the blood wiped down. eventually his head stopped bleeding and the counters were attempted to be wiped up.
as i gaze over to alex and karl in hurt, i saw a swift movement from the counter below me. when i gazed down i saw george trying to open his eyes and mumble something out slowly regaining consciousness. he huffed something out before finally opening his honey dripped eyes to look around his surroundings. he tried to get up but i quickly grabbed his arm, keeping him in place. " slowly george, be careful, you just woke up." i tell him, helping his sit up and flatten out his hair. he looked around in slight dizziness before finally realizing we were back in the kitchen. "what.. what happened? are you guys okay?" he lazily asks, waking up a bit more to stretch out his back. "are we okay? bro YOUR barely okay, white boy." alex laughs out, before getting a smack in the chest and eyes from karl quickly shutting him up. "what?" george questions, turning from alex to me.
"jack he.. lets just say he tried to do something bad, and you got knocked out. you were bleeding a lot and we had to stitch up your head. you were out for at least half an hour george." i say to him softly, trying not to scare him. "i was bleeding!?! around you??" he says frantically going to touch his head before i grabbed his arm pulling it down once again. "don't touch it! it needs to heal. yes you were bleeding. nick had to go outside with darryl and wilbur, they should be back soon." i reassure him rubbing his hand in his lap. "oh my god- i am so sorry! i cant believe i did this mess. i- im so sorry clay-" "george, stop." i snap to him, shutting off his word flow quickly. "georgie, its not your fault, please please dont blame yourself. your okay i promise." i say pulling him into my chest and rubbing down his back as he held tight to my shirt. "ew hugging." alex remarks, making a gagging noise that made both the idiots behind george snicker. "you guys are so annoying" i reply from above george. "why dont you go bother nick, lord knows he needs his boyfriend and his annoying bestfriend to calm him down." i snap back to them, getting 2 eye rolls in return.
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i felt awful. nick couldn't even be in his own house, and it was my fucking fault. i made such a mess of a simple game and it was all my fault. no matter how many times clay reassured me i was okay, i couldn't shake that not so foreign feeling of thinking it was me that caused this.
"is he good now?" i hear a voice behind me, making me turn around and see darryl in the doorway with nick and wilbur a few feet behind him. "yeah, he's good. you guys can come in." clay says from above me, making me grip his shirt a little tighter. I see a calm darryl and wilbur, with nick who looked just plain sorry. it hurt me seeing him feel so bad, when i knew it was a dangerous idea to even go with them in the first place. "im sorry, really i am. i don't know what even happened, all i can really say is i- i get clays attraction to you now." nick nervously chuckles scratching the back of his head. i smile to him, letting clay do the forgiving. "its okay nick, and shut up oh my god." clay grumbles into my shoulder and neck making me tense up and my toes tingle with life.
"uhm" i clear my throat before trying to talk again. "so what exactly, do we do now..?" i nervously look around seeing the smiles drop and eyes turn to clay. "he-.. he's going to look for you, its- your, not safe." he quickly stumbles out getting nervous looks of knowing in return.
"we have to kill him."
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