Since it happened (Dnf)

4 weeks since it happened

Numb. That's all George has been feeling for sometime now. Four weeks to be exact. Four weeks since it happened.

He keeps telling himself that he will come back tomorrow. Tomorrow everything will be fine. Tomorrow it will all be ok. Tomorrow he will wake up and hug him, and kiss him like he used to. George knows better than that by now.

And so he waits. He waits like he has for the past four weeks in his hospital room. Hoping and praying to god he will come back to him.

He can tell the nurses have lost hope. He could tell they lost hope around week three.

They estimated he would be awake a week after the accident, and you best believe George spent the entire first week waiting for a result that never came.

Being without his lover was like being without air. It was just simply impossible.

Not holding his boyfriend everyday and hearing him tell him he loved him was killing him on the inside.

He was slowly breaking into nothingness, but refused to ask for help, but he also refused to give up.

Although everyone else was losing hope, he would never give up on him. Never.

"George," a voice calls from behind him. He turns his head to be met with the nurse once again. 5:00 pm on the dot. Like every other day.

"Visiting hours are over now. I'm sorry," the sweet voice says.

Her name was Niki. She had something about her that always put a smile on George's face. She was the only nurse in this place to be as hopeful as George was. She never gave up on Clay.

She sometimes would bring him flowers and sit and talk with George for a while, asking him questions about what his lover was like.

"Okay, thank you Niki," George says, his smile slowly slipping into a frown. He grabs hold of Clays hand, taking a moment to admire his soft golden locks that fall perfectly over his closed eyes.

"I love you." He says simply, as he kisses his boyfriends hand and walks toward the door.

"See you tomorrow Niki," George says as he walks past her.

"See you tomorrow George," she says with a smile and turns and leaves down the hall.

George takes one final look at Clay, then turns to leave the room. Shutting the door behind him.

"Tomorrow," He says to him self, quiet so no one could hear.

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He returns the next day, a smile beaming. Today would be a good day. George had woken up in a good mood. Ignoring the texts from Sapnap asking how he was doing.

Sapnap had come to visit Clay a couple times now. Although he didn't know Clay as well as he knew George, he was still George's best friend, and not being able to talk to him and laugh with his best friend again, had almost been as hard on Sapnap as all this has been on George.

Although George hated to admit it, he missed his best friend more than ever. He missed hanging out with him and playing video games with him like he used to.

But any free time he had, he spent it here with Clay.

Sapnap would understand, surly.

Forcing away the guilt of ignoring his best friend, he pushes open the door to Clays room. His heart still managed to flutter at the sight of his lost love.

"Hello my darling," he says, as he walks toward Clay and kisses him on the forehead like he had done every day for the past four weeks.

"I'm back again to tell you more stories. The therapist is still dead set on it 'helping' me cope,"