Chapter 39- phone call

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TW- unc0nciousness

"Hello? Is this George Davidson?"

"Uh- yes? Why?"

"Clay (lastname) was found passed out on the street, do you know him?"

What? Worry flooded my veins and I leapt up, clutching my phone closer to my ear.

"I-I do ma'am, he's my boyfriend. Where is he? I-is he OK?"

"He is responsive sir, yes. Is ****** ***** *** your correct address?"

"It is."

"We are on our way, thank you for your cooperation sir."

"Um.. no problem, thank y-"

The call ended. What the fuck had he done.

(80 words)

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