Someone Like You

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Warnings:
-Mentions physical (child) abuse
-Mentions car accident (wounds)

Clay's POV

When I opened my eyes again, I noticed I laid in a bed in a whiteish room. I sighed softly since I had pain everywhere in my body and had no idea why I was here and where I even was.

I slowly moved my body and let a deep breath leave my body, tapping the bed in silence in the hope someone would come to me while I tried to remember what happened.

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A short time passed by as someone walked into my room. I looked at them and saw they wore a white outfit. Was I in the hospital?

'Where am I?' I mumbled unclearly since I only now realised how much my face was actually hurting.

The man grabbed my hand shortly and smiled in a sweet way. 'You just woke up after passing out on the streets. We don't know what happened either, but a woman found you on the street and another boy jumped in front of a car to... save you?'

I suddenly saw two images flash in front of my eyes. I saw my dad and then George's face which caused me to remember everything that happened. I kept staring as I replayed my dad beating me up, me crawling to the road and George jumping in front of the car.

I didn't even realise that I started sobbing and I looked back at the doctor. 'Where is George?'

'He's in a coma right now,' he answered. 'He's not doing too well...'

'Can I see him?'

'I don't think you're stable enough for that. You broke some bones and have a lot of bruises,' he replied to my question.

'What did I break?' I whimpered, staring at my hands in silence while waiting for an answer.

'Your nose, your jaw and two ribs are broken,' he answered. 'But basically your whole body is bruised.'

'I get that, but please let me see George. I can sit in a wheelchair or lay in my bed, but I need to see him. He's not just a boy, he's my best friend. My soulmate... I need to see him.'

'You're attached to multiple things,' the doctor pointed. I looked at an IV and a monitor, but I shook my head.

'You can just drive that pole with you, can't you? I want to see George, no matter what you say or do.'

'Fine...' he sighed as he walked off to get me a wheelchair. He lifted me into it and I bit my lip to not show my pain since I really needed to go to George.

I sat up, feeling really breathless as he moved me slowly, going to George's room. I had to ignore my pain so it wasn't obvious, but I was so hurt that I was really sure he must have noticed it too.

He kept riding me to the right room and then pushed me inside of it, pointing in front of him. 'He's here. His parents are on their way too.'

He put me next to his bed and I grabbed George's hand as I immediately started sobbing uncontrollably. 'George, don't give up. I love you so much and it's my fault that you're here like this now... please, keep fighting, because I know you can do that after everything you fought through.'

It was quiet... obviously. I breathed out and rubbed my thumb over the top of his hand.

'I love you, George. It's me, Clay. I'm okay, you don't need to worry about that. I'm just very sad and I really hope you'll wake up again. George, talking hurts me a lot since I broke my jaw and my nose, but I'm going to visit you a lot more, okay?'

I knew I was talking very unclearly since I had so much pain. I had a lisp and everything sounded muffled. I just hoped he could hear me and I lifted myself up with a lot of pain, pressing a kiss on his forehead.

'Don't give up, please. I love you so much.'

I held him shortly and then went back to my room in silence. I had no idea where I could go if I was allowed to leave the hospital, I had no place to stay anymore...

I breathed out when I laid on my bed and sniffed softly as I stared at my feet. I didn't know what I had to do anymore, I couldn't tell the doctors that I got abused by my father. If he'd find that out he would actually kill me...

I kept thinking and thinking and before I realised it hours passed by. Before I realised it a day passed by and then the doctor came back into my room.

'You're allowed to go home. Do you have someone to pick you up and who can take care of you?'

'Yeah...' I mumbled. 'My sister can, I guess.'

I really didn't want to go home, but I had no idea what else I had to do. I couldn't stay away from there, my dad would find out either way.

'Can I go to George?' I whispered, taking off the ice I had been holding against my face for a while now in the hope the swelling would get less.

The doctor nodded and lifted me into my wheelchair again which really hurt. He drove me to George's room and I sniffed softly as I grabbed his hand, resting my head on his shoulder.

'I love you more than I've ever loved anyone. I'm allowed to go home, but I would have preferred to stay with you. I'll ask my sister if she can bring me to you sometimes.'

I sighed softly and pressed a soft kiss onto his cheek. 'You're my soulmate and maybe people find it weird that we cuddle a lot and kiss each other's face, but I don't think it's weird since we both like it and we know we are best friends. I love you, forever.'

I was about to turn back to the doctor as I heard George mumble something very short and muffled. The doctor ran to George too now and he squeezed my hand shortly, trying his hardest to say something.

'L-l-love t-too,' he then whispered with a really quiet, hoarse and unclear voice.

I smiled brightly as I hugged him carefully. He lifted his hand and held it onto my arm with a soft smile. We laid like this for the next minutes.

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