My Last Hope

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Warnings:
-Mentions usage alcohol/drugs
-Overdose/alcohol poisoning
-Mentions abuse
-CPR

George's POV

I kept performing CPR on Clay until the ambulance arrived. I was told to leave the room since they had to give him electric shocks so his heart would beat again. I was so scared I was going to lose him that I only cried.

'Honey, I might want to inform the police about this. He had pain and I don't think he slammed an alcohol bottle on the ground himself. I think someone might have hurt him.'

I sobbed softly and cuddled up with her.

'Mum, I don't know what to do again. I never experienced pain and I'm so incredibly sad right now. I feel anger, I want to scream and hit something. It's so unfair.'

My mother lifted me up on her lap and ran her hand through my hair as she rocked softly. 'It's fine, George. You can cry, you can get a pillow to scream and hit it. I understand.'

'Is it my fault?' I asked hesitantly. 'Should I not have left him alone?'

My mother just shook her head and pulled me close, kissing my hair. 'It's not your fault and it will never be. Clay is addicted and he is for a long time. I talked to him shortly and he told me that he has been drinking since his thirteenth. He also uses marijuana since he's really young. It's not your fault that he overdosed now.'

'But he had pain,' I whispered. 'Who did this to him?'

'Has he ever told you anything?'

'He has to keep something a secret, someone is blackmailing him. He told me his life would be in danger if he told anyone what's happening. I found it weird that he was scared for his dad.'

'What do you mean? Scared for his dad?'

'I don't know, his dad was absolutely not allowed to know he used drugs.'

My mother nodded slowly. 'His dad,' she mumbled, deep in thought.

'Clay has been different ever since he told me his mother passed away in a car crash. He has always acted a bit scared.'

'Does Clay sometimes have bruises?' my mother asked me with a comforting smile on her face.

'Yeah, I found it weird, but he can't tell me why he has those.' I looked at her and she nodded.

'Where is his dad?' she questioned.

'He's not so often at home,' I sighed as I leaned back. 'Would he be okay?'

'George? Do you think Clay is scared of his dad?'

I was quiet for a little and then it seemed to hit me. 'I was never allowed to come over when his dad was at home.'

'Oh my goodness, this poor boy,' my mother murmured. 'George, I think his dad might be abusive. I think Clay gets abused at home.'

'My best friend?' I mumbled. 'I should have helped him.'

'It's not your fault, honey. We are going to talk to Clay about this first and see what he says, okay?'

I nodded slowly and sat with my mother in silence. A long time later, the paramedics came downstairs with Clay on a stretcher. I jumped up and ran to them, looking at Clay.

'And?' I yelled out.

'His heart is pumping and he's breathing again. He had a heart attack, but luckily he woke up soon enough for his brain not to be permanently damaged. He has alcohol poisoning, a drugs overdose and he seems to have broken things.'

I nodded slowly. 'Is he in danger?'

'We need to treat him as fast as possible,' he replied as he pointed to the ambulance. 'You can come with us.'

I ran to the ambulance and climbed in, sitting down next to Clay. My mother took her car to go to the hospital and I held Clay's hand.

'Clay, keep fighting for me, okay? I love you and I really miss you.'

I looked down at his arms and saw he was holding his bear. I smiled at the sight of it and let out a soft sigh.

'I'm going to surprise you once you wake up. I don't find you childish at all so I'm getting you another bear and a pacifier if you want that.'

He obviously didn't reply to me and I leaned in to hug him, seeing bruises on his cheek.

'I wish I could have saved you from whoever did this to you. I'm sorry that I wasn't there, Clay. I hope you know I still love you so much.'

It was quiet which caused me to stare down at my hands. I didn't talk anymore the rest of the ride to the hospital but just sobbed softly. When we arrived at the hospital, Clay got driven to the emergency room which made me realise it wasn't good at all.

I cuddled up with my mother in the waiting room, hoping he was going to wake back up without much permanent damage. Just as I thought my sibling was out of their coma, Clay was in a coma a day after.

My mother smiled at me and grabbed my hand. 'What do you think if we go out for dinner tomorrow? Or we can watch a movie together.'

'At home?'

'Whatever you prefer. We can close all the curtains, I'll buy us some popcorn and we'll watch whatever movie you want to watch.' She had a smile on her face and leaned in. 'Just so you know, musicals are great too.'

I giggled softly and smiled. 'I kind of like musicals, is that weird?'

'Why would that be weird, sweetie?'

'I don't know,' I answered with a smile. 'Maybe I'm just really weird.'

'You don't have to be weird to like musicals, but I must say that I agree,' she teased me with a chuckle after it.

I rolled my eyes. 'Well, thanks.'

'You said it yourself!' my mother yelled out as she held her hands up and laughed.

'Yeah, you're right. You won't get a weirder son than me.'

'And I'm proud of my "weird" son,' she smiled. 'If Clay's dad actually abuses Clay, I'm taking him into our house. Then we can have the weirdest household in existence. Not that Clay is weird, but I guess everyone has something.'

I laughed loudly and rested my head on her shoulder. 'I love you, mum.'

'And I love you, honey.'

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Summary:
Clay gets taken to the hospital after CPR and is in a coma now