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George POV

We got to his house and he opened the door for me. Then he picked me up in his arms and carried me out of the car into the house on the couch.
"Clay, I'll be fine. I've been worse", I said, grabbing his arm when he wanted to go somewhere.
"That's all well and good, but you still need medical attention", he carefully took my hand from his arm and left the room.

Even when I kept telling myself that somehow everything would be fine, I knew that I had to change something.
"Hey, do you think I should start working out? To defend myself?", I asked Clay when he came back with a first aid kit.
"No, unless you are really interested and want to do it, but don't worry anymore about having to defend yourself against these idiots", he said while sitting next to me and opening the box.
"Now tell me, how are you going to do that?", I asked sitting up and looking curious at him. Probably the whole time I had just got used to such pain, because I didn't mind the injuries at all at the moment. Mainly because Clay's presence distracted me this time.

"What do you mean?", he asked confused while he took out a cream and a plaster.
"How do you always want to be by my side? It is not possible at all. When we're in our classes, when we're each at home-", he cut me off.
"I want to talk to your parents", he said.
"To my parents- what?", I looked completely confused at him.
"Do you think they'll have time off in the near future? Or no, wait, where do you work?", he slid closer to me and opened the tube of cream.

"What? I don't know what you want to do", I tilted my head.
"You told me they're always busy, so where do they work?", he said again clearly.
"Well, I don't know what exactly they are doing, that kind of paperwork at a company", then I thought about the name, "euh, Jeysouch is the name of it."
"What are the names of your parents?"
"Clark and May Davidson...", I said, still confused.
"Okay, I'll take care of it", he said while he rubbed the cream on my wounded spots on my face.

"Of what? Clay! Talk to me! What do you mean?!", I said annoyed.
"I'll go over a few things with them. I just need their consent for this and that and then ... yes, everything will be fine", he kept rubbing cream on my face with his soft hands.
"Clay!", I grabbed his arm and looked him deep in the eyes, "A-Bout-What?!"
"About some business", he said with a small giggle.
When I looked at him annoyed, he rubbed my shoulder and said "I will make sure that I can always be with you."

Then I let go of his arm and he rubbed the last bit of cream on a spot on my forehead. I watched him put the tube back in the box and take the plaster that he had placed next to him. He peeled off the paper and stuck it on my right cheek, the only spot on my face that was bleeding.
"Done", he said with a small smile and closed the kit.

"Thank you", I gave him a weak smile back.
He put the box on a table next to us and got up. He took out his cell phone and tapped something on it.
"Okay, you have your phone with you?", he looked at me.
"Euhm, yeah", I pulled my phone out of my pocket.
"Alright, if something happens, call me!", he leaned down to me, "The refrigerator is at your disposal, you know where the kitchen is. Just have a look around and take something if you get hungry. Drinks are on the counter and glasses are in the top of the glass cabinet. I'll be back soon." And with that he gave me a lovely kiss onto the side of my neck and walked over to the door.

"What? Where are you going?", I asked before he went out of my field of vision.
"I'm giving your parents a little visit. If this should take longer, let Nick and Karl keep you company", he smiled at me and continued walking to the door.
When I heard it open, I yelled after him "I love you!"
"I love you too!", he yelled back and then closed the door. I had no idea what his plan was, but I was curious to see what he was going to do.

Clay POV

I got into the car and opened Maps on my phone with the route to 'Jeysouch'. It was a twenty minutes drive and there was no traffic jam. When I got there, I found a place in the large parking lot and got out of the car. I went to the door and went inside. A man was standing in the back near the entrance and came up to me.
"Hello young man, what can I do for you?", he asked.
"I want to talk to the Managing Director please", I explained.
"Do you have an appointment?"
"No, but it's really important."
"Okay, name?"
"Clay Frey."
"Alright, then follow me please."

He walked with me through a couple of halls and doors to a door labeled 'Managing Director' and said I should sit on the chair that was in front of it and wait. I sat down and he went into the room.
I could hear them slightly through the wall, but couldn't understand anything.
"Alright, you can come in", The guy opened the door after a while and let me enter.

"Hello sir", I said to the man sitting behind a desk.
"Mister Frey, right? What can I do for you?", he asked.
"I wanted to ask you to release Clark and May Davidson today."
He raised an eyebrow at me.
"It's really very important and of course I'll pay for it", I took some money out of my pocket that I had taken from my father's purse.
He looked me thoughtfully up and down.
"Okay...", he then said and stood up. He came to me, took the money and counted it. He looked very suspicious, but he let me get away with it.

"Please follow me", he said and we left the room.

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