My Last Hope

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Warnings:
-Mentions addiction drugs/alcohol
-Mentions heart attack
-Mentions abuse

Clay's POV

I was allowed to go home a few days later. I told the nurses to absolutely not call my dad and they hadn't. He didn't know I was in the hospital so I texted him I was staying at George's place. He ignored my text so after I was stable enough, I could go home.

The days in the hospital had been awful. I was suffering from a really bad withdrawal which caused me to scream, hit things and go completely crazy. I was sweating, nauseous and I had way more other symptoms.

I was glad George knew I was addicted so he could try to calm me down. He had been with me in the hospital every day and took a break from school, saying he was sick for a week. His sibling was still in a coma and now I was in the hospital too. He needed a break so he wouldn't end up in the hospital too.

I went to George's place and was laying down on his bed in the morning. His parents knew I was addicted too and everyone took care of me while I suffered from my withdrawal. I sighed softly and looked up as George walked in.

'Hi, Clay,' he said with a smile. He was holding a plate with breakfast and put it down on the table next to me. 'How are you?'

'Not so good,' I whispered. I was sweating and really restless because I needed drugs. I looked at George and he smiled shortly.

'You've been doing really good, Clay. You're clean for four days!'

'Shut up, I'm not doing good at all. Don't make it seem good when it's not- I'm sorry, I shouldn't scream at you. I'm just so frustrated.'

'It's totally fine, I understand,' George smiled. He laid down next to me and gave me my plate with food, but I pushed it away.

'I'm not hungry, I'm sorry.'

'Clay, you aren't eating half of what you need to eat. I'd like you to eat something, you're getting really thin.'

I rolled my eyes. 'I just want drugs.'

George pulled me closer and ran his hand through my hair. He knew I calmed down like this. I was very sleepy and leaned with my head on his chest as I automatically lifted my thumb to my face. I put it in my mouth and curled up, not realising George was with me.

He didn't comment on it and I smiled as I looked up slowly. I was very tired and started falling asleep. 'Bear?'

'What bear do you mean?' George asked with a really sweet voice.

'My bear.'

'I think your bear is at home.'

I nodded slowly and closed my eyes while sucking my thumb. I ended up falling asleep in George's arms, not realising he was with me.

I woke up hours later and looked around me, noticing I was laying down on someone's chest. I got startled and immediately pulled my hand away, wiping my thumb off on my sweats.

'Uh-,' I mumbled as I looked up at George. He was on his phone and smiled as he looked at me.

I rolled away and sat up. 'Did you uh- I didn't mean to-.'

'What's wrong?'

'I'm sorry,' I whispered. 'Uh- I'm not a child, I uh-.'

'Don't be ashamed. Are you talking about sucking your thumb?'

I nodded slowly. He smiled and held me tightly. 'That's totally fine, Clay. What bear were you talking about?'

'I talked about my bear?' I mumbled as I hid my face in his hoodie.

'Yes and that's fine. What bear do you have?'

I smiled shyly and felt my face heat up since he was being so sweet to me. I clung onto him as I looked up with a shy face, being happy he accepted me having a bear and sucking my thumb.

'I have a bear and he calms me down when I'm sad. I always have him with me when I sleep. I've missed him. I also always suck my thumb for comfort, I get sad when I can't.'

George smiled. 'That's so cute.'

I giggled softly and rested my head on his chest again. 'I didn't have the courage to tell anyone because I was scared they would find me weird after that.'

'It's not weird at all,' George answered with a smile.

'Would it be weird if I would like to have a pacifier?' I whispered. I was so ashamed after my question that I rolled away and hid my face in my pillow.

'No, that's not weird. If that's something that comforts you, then that's fine, right?'

'Thank you,' I mumbled, rolling back to him.

I hugged him again with a smile on my face and sighed softly as he wrapped his arms around my shoulders and grabbed the plate with breakfast. 'Here, eat a bit.'

I nodded slowly and sat up with the plate on my lap. I really wasn't hungry so I only ended up eating half of it, but George was still happy that I at least ate something.

After I had breakfast, George told me to get out of bed and we sat downstairs for a little.

'Do you want to walk for a little?' George asked me as I sighed softly. 'Get your mind off things.'

I nodded slowly. 'Not too long though, everything hurts and I'm still recovering.'

'Just ten minutes,' George smiled. 'Tell me when you get too tired.'

We ended up going outside together. I couldn't walk for longer than five minutes but George understood and we went back again.

I was really happy to not be at home. I wished I would never have to go back anymore, but I knew I couldn't just leave forever. I sighed softly and looked down at my wrist.

He squeezed it so hard that it was still bruised after four days. I still had big bruises on my chest, but the bruises on my face weren't too obvious. I was glad that George hadn't asked me about it, I couldn't tell him everything yet. I didn't know if I ever could.

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