A/N- sorry about the long delay on the chapter life finally caught up to me and I was just very busy and lost my will to wright
While Clay and George were on their way back from the park Clay was sneezing a bit but he rubbed it off as it being from the cold.
They got home and immediately went to Clays room and cuddled up in a soft blanket; George was out in seconds but clay took a bit of and hour to fall asleep.
Clay woke back up at 3AM in a cold sweat, a stuffed up nose and massive headache. He felt like absolute shit, he slipped his arm away from George's head and headed to the kitchen to get a glass of water and someone cold meds thinking that he could go back to bed and he would be good as new. He crawled back into bed but couldn't stand the sticky texture that the covers now had against his skin, it was cold but at the same time it made him burn up.
-Clays mind-
Fuck, I cannot be getting sick. Everyone will get this shit and it will ruin everything...
Clay got up out of bed and stared at the brown haired boy, his hair fell over his face in a perfect way.
I can't get him sick
Clay got up and walked out to the living room, If there was a chance of him becoming sick he most definitely didn't want to give it to George.
Next morning around 7
George walked out of the room looking for Clay because he woke up holding a pillow instead of him, when George saw Clay on the couch he noticed a slight run of sweat down his head and went to feel his head...it was burning up.
George didn't want him to get worse so he turned the air in the living room to a cooler temperature and put a glass of water with some vitamin C in it.
George took the opportunity to unpack and build up his room while the others were waking up.
When he went to pound a nail into a board of his bed he skinned his finger trying to hammer in the nail, his finger was bleeding slightly but he ignored it and tried moving on.
After about 3 hours of listening to a playlist and cleaning and unpacking George was mainly done unpacking his room, things felt normal and good for the first time in awhile.
George remembered that Clay was probably getting up around than so he walked downstairs and saw that Clay was cleaning the kitchen, his eyes were very red and he looked life-less.
"Oh my gosh Clay, you need to be resting you're burning up and you look horrible." George said and grabbed clays arm to take him back into his room.
"I'm fine George just let me tidy the kitchen, it isn't fully unpacked" Clay said.
George reached up and lightly slapped him on the face, George went behind him and proceeded to push Clay into George's newly unpacked room.
George pushed him onto the bed and clinged himself onto the sickly human.
"Sleep." George said in a sassy tone
Clay went to say something but he was interrupted by sap coming in.
"NICK GET THE MUFFIN OUT OF HERE HE IS SICK AND NEEDS REST" George yelled
Sap ran out of the room being more scared of George than he had ever been in his time that he was friends with George.
So Instead of arguing or making George even more upset than he already was Sap texted George letting him know that him and Karl were going to go and see the new spider man movie.
George and clay spent a he rest of the evening cuddling and bickering about what Clay should be doing with his time.
George didn't have much to do and so he was determined to keep Clay in bed all day, the only reason that he would let Dream get up is if he had to go to the bathroom or if he would finally give in to going to the ER.
At one point George got up to make some soup for Clay because he was complaining about his throat hurting, once George got back to the room Clay had completely disappeared. George had looked all around his room but didn't find clay so he called him multiple times, and with sap and Karl gone George was left to try and find a loose sick 12 year old man.
George looked everywhere, under beds. In closets, in cabinets and even in the cars. But yet he couldn't find Clay.
George was so worn out and tried from looking for him. He even almost lost his voice from yelling for him.
Worn down George made his way back to his bedroom and found the Clay asleep on George's bed, George was so shit faced and so annoyed that he had just spent a half hour looking all round their house and the whole time he was sleeping?!
George was about to run and jump onto him when he thought about how hard it was for him to fall asleep in the fist place; So in a little anger ball George crawled next to him and got into a tiny little ball next to clay.
Clay smirked knowing that he had outsmarted the boy into looking all over the house for him and thinking that he was really asleep.
Yea sure he still felt like complete shit and like he had just been lit on fire, all that mattered to him in that moment was that he had won and George lost today.
