Bloodshot eyes//DNF

Theres this boy.

BEFORE I START, JUST WANNA SAY THAT IN THE STORY THEYRE 17!

CW// Suicide, hospital, mature language

No sexual comments please

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George was finished with the food, a plate of pizza in his hands. He walks into the room to see his boyfriend out of bed and light leaking from the bathroom. Maybe he's just getting a drink?

But the sink wasn't running.

He set the food down on his desk, vastly walking to the bathroom. He opened the door and his eyes widened. His boyfriend was there, head bleeding and unconscious with an opened bottle of pills on the counter. He couldn't move. He wanted to help him so..so badly. But he couldn't. He physically couldn't. His thoughts were racing but if they didn't stop he would lose his whole world.

If he lost his boyfriend his life would break.

He finally got enough strength to get to the boy and take his phone out of his hand. He unlocks it, the screen going to their messages. The words "I love you<3" were typed.

He leaves the app, opening phone and dialing the police. It rings a few times, soon he hears a dull female voice. "Hello? This is 911 how can we help you?" She says. "Hey I uh.. I need an a-ambulance..my boyfriend just tried to kill himself.."

"Alright..can you tell me how he did it?"

"He tried to overdose on sertreline."

"Alright can you tell me your address please?"

"**** Winston avenue."

"And your name?"

"George Davidson."

"What About his?"

"C-Clay Fritch"

"Alright I just sent an ambulance there. It will be there in about 5 minutes. I'm gonna go."

George heard the hang up sound and I dropped the phone. He hunched over his boyfriend, sobbing. "w-why did you do it Clay.."

"I need you..! You're my world, my everything why would you.."

"Why..?"

George sobbed until he couldn't anymore. His eyes burned, heart ached, and his hair messy. There's a big chance that he just lost his boyfriend and he would never get him back.

These minutes felt like the longest minutes of his life. And it felt like hell. God he couldn't wait any longer.

The only thing he had in his heart was hope.

Hope for his boyfriend to survive. And hope that he'll get better. And hope that his mental health will get better.

All he could do is hope.

Finally, he hears a siren blare.

The ambulance come in, a stretcher in their arms as George gets up. They get the bleeding boy into the stretcher and walk out of the room. George was sobbing. He couldn't bare to see the poor boy like that.

Theres only a small change that Clay will survive. And if he did, he would probably be in a coma.  If he died, he wouldn't just lose his boyfriend. He would also lose his best friend. They had been best friends for 10 years.

George remembered the first day they met so vividly. It was 10 years ago, in 2nd grade. George was the new kid in class and Clay couldn't help but stare at him. Soon, lunch time came.

Clay spotted a little brunet boy sitting down alone, assuming it was George. He practically ran over and sat down by him. "Hi!" He says, smiling. "Uhm, hey"

"Is it alright if i sit here?"

"Yeah."

"You seem really cool" clay says, kicking his legs and opening his lunch box. "Blegh. My mom made me a sandwich for lunch. She knows i don't like them!" Clay says, sticking out his tongue. "What did you get?"

George shrugged. "Nothing. Not really hungry"

"What's your name?" Clay asks. "George."

"George! George is a nice name. Well, come on! Let's get you some food in your tummy, George!" The little blond boy grabs his hand, running up to the lunch line.

And then they just clicked. They never went anywhere without eachother. They had met in 2nd grade, they were now in 12th.

Ten whole years.

And if Clay died, they wouldn't make it to 11.

All these thoughts and memories were running through George's head until he got a call. It was from the hospital. He presses the green button, putting it on speaker. "Hello?"

"Hello, is this George Davidson? Boyfriend of Clay fritch?"

George gulps. "It- It is."

"Well, at the moment there's a 50-50 chance he'll make it. The condition he's in isn't good. But the hospital bill is $700. If you ever wanna visit him, his room is 067 on floor 3."

"Alright."

"Well, have a nice day! I really hope that this isn't hurting you."

The hospital hangs up.

George brought the blanket over his body, tears streaming down his rosy pink cheeks. He shut his eyes, trying to get some sort of sleep. But he couldn't. It didn't feel the same without clays arm around him.

He tried his best.

-bedroom, 2:06pm-

George's eyes fluttered open, the boy checking his phone. It was already the next day? He had been sleeping a whole 24 hours. Should he go and see Clay? Probably. He needed to wake up first. He let out a deep sigh. Without Clay, it felt like something was missing. Whenever his boyfriend was around, he felt like they were the only people in the world. His life wasn't the same without clay. If clay wasn't in his life, he didn't want it. He only wanted Clay. No one, or nothing else.

And that would never change.

If he was dead, alive, even if Clay hated him with all his guts, George would still do anything for him.

His life would never be the same without his boyfriend.

Without Clay, it felt like someone stabbed him in the stomach and ripped the knife out, stabbing him over and over again until he bled out. But he would do anything for him. He would take a gunshot to the head for him. He would stab his neck for him. He would kill someone for him. Even himself. George would take his own life if that was what it took for the boy to love him.

He was willing to go through hours of pain, even days, weeks, months, years. Just for Clay to love him.

Even if it killed him.

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