Boyfriend In a Coma

Chapter II

It had been a week since Clay had met George. Nothing much had happened, everyday seemed to be the same. They would eat, play board games, watch movies, or just sleep. And for the weather, it wasn't getting any better.

The lights in the cabin had started to flicker on and off sometimes throughout the night, fortunately the power didn't go out.

How long was he going to be here? Was someone coming to rescue him?

-

Location: Florida Hospital

"Doctor please, he needs me here." Clay's mom begged.

She stared at her son, lying in the hospital bed in a deep coma.

"Ma'am I promise you can come right as visiting hours open tomorrow. I'm sorry we can't have visitors stay overnight. We will update you if anything happens." The doctor says shutting the hospital curtains.

"Okay okay, just please-."

"We promise we will let you know right away if anything happens."

"Thank you... I'm so sorry Clay I didn't mean to get us in to that accident."

And with that Clay's mom left the hospital room with tears running down her face. It's only been a week since the accident had happened and she would visit him every single day.

Would he come back? Was he going to survive? His mom sobbed as those thoughts circled through her brain. It was all her fault. If she didn't go to text back her husband while driving none of  this would of happened she thought.

-

"Clay I'm bored." George shouts across the kitchen.

"Wanna watch a movie?" Clay asks smiling, taking a seat on the couch cushion.

"Hmm sure, I mean it's late already so why not have a movie night? I'll make some popcorn and you can choose the movie."

Clay nodded as he picked up the TV remote. Scrolling through the endless choices of movies he had finally picked one. Titanic. Mainly a classic that he had watched many times before, but one more time wouldn't hurt.

Eventually the popcorn was done and George dumped it in a bowl and took a seat next to Clay.

"Come here George I'm cold." Clay whined as he looked at George.

Willingly, George scooted closer as Clay wrapped a blanket around them with the popcorn bowl on top. This was the closest George has been to someone. It was just a guy this shouldn't feel weird, should it?

"So what are we watching?" George asked as he munched on some of the popcorn.

"Titanic."

"Haven't you told me you have watched that over five times before?"

"Yeah, and what about it?" Clay smirked.

Pressing the play button, George laughed as he snuggled in closer.

Clays body heat felt nice, especially with the coldness breezing through the cabin. Clay didn't seem to think this was odd, so why did George think it was?

...

"But... why did he die? SHE COULD OF SHARED THE DAMN DOOR!" Clay yelled sobbing.

"Clay shhh it's just a movie." George whispered laughing.

"I know but she took the whole damn door for herself... that ASSHOLE!"

George was now uncontrollably laughing at Clay. Yes this was the sad scene of the movie, but Clay seemed to be raging at it which made it kind or funny. It seemed messed up, but to George he was loving this.

"Okay I'm done ranting let's just continue I guess." Clay mumbled as he unpaused the movie.

The next ten minutes were filled with Clay sniffling, still recovering from the recent scene. Whereas George was starting to get tired. His eyelids were getting droopy and his body started to feel heavy.

After a while Clay had finally stopped crying from the scene. "George what movie do you wanna watch next?" Clay asked.

There was no response. Clay looked over and on his shoulder George was asleep.

Clay huffed as he hid a small smile. He decided that since it was late why not just sleep here? They would both forget this in the morning. Right?

Clay pulled George closer to him as if he was a heated blanket. Willingly George snuggles into the nook of Clays neck feeling his warm breath on his face.

He could get used to this.