𝕎𝕒𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕕 𝔸𝕨𝕒𝕪

ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝟙

Clay crept up the staircase, his hands clutching a bowl of chicken noodle soup. It was a strange thing to eat first thing in the morning, but it didn't matter. Clay was preoccupied with more pressing matters.

How was it possible for someone to have a body temperature below 95? Opening the door to his bedroom he found that the guy had woken up and sat up on the bed.

Shit, I didn't think about this part...

I mean, how would you react to waking up naked in a random guy's bed? Yea, exactly.

"Uh, hi. My name is Clay, um, I found you passed out on the beach and didn't wanna leave you so I brought you to my house," Clay explained.

The brunette sat up and looked at Clay up and down. He didn't seem too fazed by the situation. His face scrunched up in confusion, Clay also looked a bit confused as well,"Excuse me, sir are those uh- lags??" The guy asked.

Huh? Lags?

"S-sorry? What do you mean?"

"Your two sticks. Lags." He pointed to Clay's legs.

Clay blinked, "Uh, do you mean legs?"

"Yes."

"Uh... yes, they are. Are you ok? You were passed out by the beach and-" Clay walked towards the bed. Bad choice.

Suddenly, the brunette jumped- or, tried to jump off the bed. He landed on the side with a big thud. The guy's arms were flanging everywhere trying to defend himself.

"D-Don't get too close! I don't know who you are!" The guy was crawling on the floor desperately trying to get away from Clay. Mind you he only had a hoodie on him.

"I'm not gonna hur-"

"AHHHHHHH," He screamed. His eyes were wide as he looked down at his legs. He seemed mortified looking at them.

"W-what's wrong?!"

"I-I. I HAVE LAGS,"

Clay looked confused, "Listen, I'm just confused as you are. I'm not gonna hurt you, I swear! Can you please just tell me who you are?"

The guy stood still.

"GET THEM OFF ME," He screamed.

"Get what off?!" Clay cried.

The guy started breathing heavily and his eyes started watering. Suddenly, he started crawling and scratching his already bruised legs.

Clay's eyes widened, "H-Hey! Don't do that, you're hurting yourself!" He walked forward to the guy and kneeled down only for him to crawl away more.

Shit, I brought home a mentally ill psycho.

"P-please stop that," Clay grabbed both of the guys arms. The guy looked up at him with watery eyes.

"I'm not gonna hurt you. Can you tell me your name?"

"My name...?"

Clay nodded.

The guy calmed down and said, "I... I'm not sure. Uhh, wait, it was something like...

Josh? No wait..."

Ah, Clay realized what was happening.

"George," he finally responded, "My name is George."

Clay slowly sat down next to him and let go of his arms, "Hey George, do you remember anything?"

George stayed silent.