My Last Hope

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Warnings:
-Throwing up
-Mentions abuse
-Mentions overdose

Clay's POV

It felt like days later when I woke up. I didn't know if it had actually been days, but at least it felt like it.

I was alone when I woke up. A short while after a nurse came in and smiled at me. 'Hi, Clay! How are you feeling?'

'P-pain,' I mumbled. 'Nauseous.'

The nurse nodded and grabbed a bucket from next to the bed. 'For if you might throw up. You have some severe injuries.'

I took a deep breath and nodded as I listened to her.

'You broke your back, a few ribs and you have a concussion. Next to that you have liver, stomach and kidney damage, but not life threatening. You got a temporary pacemaker because of a second heart attack.'

⚠️ Throwing up

I wanted to answer but felt a wave of nausea overtake me. I lifted my hand, causing the nurse to understand. She lifted my bed very carefully since I apparently had a broken back and threw up in the bucket.

⚠️ Over

'There's two people waiting for you in the waiting room,' the nurse smiled.

I had too much pain to answer and laid back down on the bed. 'How long have I been here?' I muttered very slowly. Speaking seemed way more difficult than it was before and I was very short of breath as well.

'You've been here for a day. They went home shortly.'

'Who are here?'

'George and his mother.'

My face lit up and I smiled brightly. 'Can I see them?'

'I'll ask them to come in.' The nurse walked off and I tried to lift myself a bit, but I didn't manage to. My whole body was in pain and it felt like I was bruised everywhere.

I waited impatiently and then George ran in after I drank a bit of water. He smiled brightly and was holding a present in his hands as he sat next to my bed, giving me a careful hug.

'I'm so happy you're awake,' he whispered with a voice crack. He probably went through a lot while I was unconscious. 'I got you a few presents.'

I nodded slowly and smiled as he handed me my bear. 'Here's your bear and this,' he said as he gave me something wrapped in paper.

I slowly unwrapped it and he smiled excitedly as it revealed a bear.

'That's a friend for your bear.'

I smiled and giggled softly as I held them tightly against my body. 'Thank you,' I mumbled. 'I really like them.'

George's mother smiled too and looked at me. 'Don't think I'll think you're childish, Clay. I know you really like stuffed animals and that's totally fine.'

'Thank you,' I whispered again, having George grab something else.

'And this,' he said as he handed me a pacifier.

I blushed and hid my face in shame. 'Am I actually not too childish?'

'Not at all,' George replied with a sweet smile.

I grabbed it and put it in my mouth with a big smile. I hugged my bears tightly and sucked on the pacifier as I hid the blush on my face.

'Aww, you're cute,' George giggled as he gave me a hug.

I smiled shyly and pulled my legs up, wincing softly when a sharp pain shot through my back. I made a sad face and sobbed softly, having George gently run his hand through my hair.

'It's going to be okay. I love you.'

'Still?'

'Of course, why wouldn't I? Clay, do you remember what happened yesterday?'

I remembered my dad pushing me down the stairs, forcing me to drink litres of alcohol. I saw him injecting drugs in my arm and I felt him kick me again.

Before I knew it, I started to cry and George scooted closer to me. He gave me a very careful hug again, looking up at me.

'Do you want to talk about it?'

I shrugged and stared down at my hands. It felt like I lost my ability to speak and I put both my bears on my lap, looking at them. George realised I found it too hard to talk about and smiled.

'Are you happy with your bears?'

I nodded and hugged them tightly while I still sucked my pacifier. I was really comfortable and happy with it and closed my eyes.

'You're so cute,' George said with a big smile on his face. 'I love you. You're the best friend I ever had in my whole life.'

'I love you too,' I mumbled. It wasn't very clear because of the pacifier in my mouth, but it was clear enough for George to understand what I meant. He smiled and held my hand tightly.

His mother started giggling and we both looked at her. 'Oh, come on now. I can't be happy?'

George rolled his eyes. 'You're making fun of me, aren't you? I'm sorry that I'm happy he's awake,' he joked.

'It's way too cute to see. I wish your dad was this cute and you're not even together!' his mother said with an eye roll. She leaned in a bit and started whispering. 'His dad was way more romantic with the others he had in the past.' She giggled.

I smiled and pulled George closer again.

'But I love him, romantic or not. At least he gives me flowers once a year,' she sighed exaggeratedly. 'George gave you more presents than he gave me in my whole life and you're just friends.'

I giggled softly because of her ranting and she rolled her eyes. 'You are so cool and then there's me. So boring.'

'Mum,' George giggled. 'Are you on your ranting era?'

'Yes,' she nodded.

I laughed shortly and George rolled his eyes. 'She's a drama queen, get used to it.'

We all smiled and I closed my eyes again. George started running his hand through my hair and I started dozing off with my bears, pacifier and George close to me.

He stayed close to my ear. 'I love you more than anything, Clay. I know everything is really difficult right now, but please keep fighting. I love you and I'm with you.'

With that, I fell asleep.

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