purple orchids/ dreamnotfound

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WARNING: CONTAINS SUICIDE ATTEMPT AND WHAT NOT

recap: george wrote letters to everyone he loves

suddenly, the door opened. george quickly put the notes in the drawer. "oh george!" clay smiled. "i forgot my phone" he laughed. "oh it might be on the couch" george said pretending like everything was okay. 

clay turned around to the couch and looked where he was laying. "oh found it!" he smiled showing george. "hey you okay? your eyes are red" he said walking near george. "yeah im okay. i just got some soap in my eye when i was washing my hands" george lied. it pained him to lie to him but he couldn't let him know. 

"okay just let me know if you need anything" clay smiled. "yeah i will" george smiled. "alright i'll see you later" 

clay left, leaving george alone again. george let out a long held breath. he grabbed the papers and walked out, laying them on the table by the door. 

he texted wilbur asking when he was going to get home. 

wilbur

george: hey! what time do you think you are getting home?

wilbur: i'm not sure but these people are taking forever. why what's up?

george:nothing just wondering

wilbur: okay i'll see you soon!

george turned his phone off and sat it down on the table. there was nothing to do except wait for the pills to work. he walked over to the bathroom and looked in the medicine cabinet. he didn't want to be here anymore. 

he looked through all the medicines but there wasn't one that was good enough. he decided to just take the last few of alex's adhd medicine alex would take. 

there was only 6 pills.

he swallowed the pills and walked out of the bathroom heading towards the stairs. he dragged himself up each step at a time and went back into alex's room.

he sat on the bed and looked around. everything was untouched. he looked at the one picture that alex loved so much. it was their first christmas together in this house and they didn't have any family over. 

they were in the ugliest sweaters but they were having so much fun. not a single care in the world.

then, george's head began to hurt. bad. the pain killers were working. he laid down in alex's bed and closed his eyes. maybe if he takes a nap, he won't wake up.

so, that's what he was going to do. 

3 hours later

george woke up in serious pain, his head hurt. he was extremely dizzy. he couldn't see straight. his stomach was hurting. 

george stood up, but ended falling to the ground. it was now 4 in the afternoon. he began breathing heavy, like his throat was closing. 

he didn't want anyone to see him so he didn't call for help. he began gagging but not throwing up. 

he laid there limp, not being able to do anything but wait. all he could hear was the sound of his heart beating.

clay and techno then knocked on the front door. "george it's clay and techno!" he called thinking he would open the door for him. 

"george! i have some great news!" he said again. no answer. 

clay then began to become worried. he opened the unlocked door and looked around the empty house. "george are you here?" he asked into the distance. clay looked all downstairs but he was no where to be found. 

he then walked up the stairs, almost passing alex's room when he saw george on his floor. "george what happened!" he asked frantically. george's eyes began to feel heavier and close. "george can you hear me!" 

"techno!" clay yelled. techno then ran into the room as quick as he could. "oh my- what happened?" he yelled. "go get my phone and call 911! i left it at the table near the door!" techno ran out and downstairs. 

"come on gogy stay with me" he said putting george's head into his lap. george was still breathing heavy and gagging. he could seize out any minute and die. 

clay then looked over and saw the empty pill bottle that was on the floor by alex's dresser. "oh no no no george" clay begged. 

techno ran back with his phone with the letters in his hand. clay dialed 911 and waited for them to answer. "clay.." he said looking at the letters. 

"what?" he asked. techno showed him the letters. "oh my god-" he said reading them. 

"911 what's your emergency?" the lady said. "yes my friend! he overdosed on pain killers. he can barely breath and he keeps gagging" clay explained frantically.

"okay sir the paramedics are on their way" she said.

"come on george please." clay begged. tears ran down his face. george looked at him one last time before his eyes closed fully. "no george keep your eyes open. please don't leave me i need you" clay cried. the sound of sirens became audible in the distance. 

the door was then opened and techno ran to show them where. 

"sir i need you to step back" one of the paramedics said taking george on the stretcher. "call wilbur!" clay said before they ran out the house with george. 

they finally got to the hospital and rushed george into a room. "attempted overdose with pills" the paramedic said. ''sir you're gonna have to wait outside in the the waiting room" the doctor said. "no im not leaving him" clay argued. "sir you need to go-" "let him stay" a female doctor said. the male backed off and they began working on george

"push 15 milligrams of naloxone" the doctor said putting a tube on his IV. then, the monitor began to make one single beep. "he's crashing! sir i need you to please step out!" the girl doctor said. he nodded and left the room to the waiting room. 

then, wilbur and techno showed up. "what happened?" wilbur said frantically. "he overdose on pain killers in alex's room. he wrote these notes" clay said giving wilbur the papers. 

wilbur stood there reading the notes one by one as tears filled his eyes. "oh georgie" wilbur sobbed. they all three sat down in the waiting room. 

after an hour, the girl doctor came back. "hello fellas. my name is Dr.Minx." she introduced herself. they all stood up ready to listen to what she has to say. "george had a ton of pain killers in his system, we gave him doses of naloxone to reverse the effects of the pain killers. we aren't sure if he has to have a kidney transplant yet until we find out how much he took." she explained. 

"but he's okay?" clay asked. "yes he is okay. he has a tube down his mouth to his lungs so he can breath, but if you want to see him, you can follow me" she said. 

they all three followed her to a room where george laid asleep. "oh george" clay sighed. clay sat beside him and held his hand. "how long does he have to stay here?" wilbur asked. "if he doesn't need to transplant, maybe in 3 days but if he needs the surgery, i'd say 1-2 weeks" she said. 

"okay thank you" wilbur said. she then turned around and closed the door leaving them in the room together in silence.