yours [dnf] -discontinued-

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(clay's pov)

friday,

i was driving to school when i suddenly got a call

i grab my phone and look at the caller, it's an unknown number

i decline the call and reach over to put my phone back in it's place, when i get another call from the same number

i finally answer, "hello?" i say

"hi, is this clay smith?" the caller speaks

"yes that's me, is something wrong?" i park my car on the side of the road

"clay, your mother.. she got into a car crash, she's in a coma." the caller speaks

shit. shit. shit. SHIT.

"i'm on my way."

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"i'm here for my mother, angela smith, please, where is she?" i say with a panicked voice

"room 19, second floor, right down the hall. nurse lia, over here, can lead you to it" the receptionist says

"come with me," she says with a warm smile "she's gonna be okay"

"i really hope so" i say with a shakey breath "i really fucking hope so" i whisper

right now i'm on the verge of tears, my mom is all i have, my dad's dead, my sister is all the way in australia and probably never coming back.

"right here, sir" she points at the door

i mouth the words "thank you" before quickly running in

my mom is lying on the hospital bed, completely unconscious.

a doctor walks in to check up on her

"hi, i'm doctor jones, i just need to examine her blood flow and her pulse really quick" he says

"is she gonna be like this for long?" i say, trying not to cry

"it isn't known how long she's going to be unconscious for," he says "her brain was damaged in the accident, she might not remember certain things when she wakes up."

"what?" i say putting my hand over my mouth

"most of her memory was drained," he says looking at me and putting his hand on my shoulder "you're very strong, god bless you" he says before leaving the room

"no, no no no no no, please no." i say, sobbing

i pull out my phone to text nick

nicky<3

im not gpnna be st scjool tpday:
in so sprry:

:chill man its okay
:whats wrong
:clayyy
:clay talk to me
:hello?
:bro
:tell me whats wrong
:please?

mu mpm:
sje got inyo s csr accdjdebt:

:holy fuck
:im so sorry
:ill update u on what u missed
:take ur time
:i love you

i do nothing.

i am physically and mentally destroyed.

i sit there staring at the ceiling with tears in my eyes.

what did she do to deserve this?

what did i do that god is punishing me for?

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after a few hours of crying, sitting in silence, walking emptily around the room, picking my skin and more crying later, i finally decide to go home.

it is now 6:53 pm, i walk out of the hospital and to my car, turned it on and started driving

i arrive home feeling nothing but emptiness in my mind

i go to feed my cat before i forget then i plop into the couch, empty.

i reach for my phone to scroll through twitter, anything to clear my mind

i scroll for a solid 3 hours before getting a text

greg <3

:nick told me u weren't at school tdy
:r u okay

yeah im fine:
that was a lie:
im doing terrible:

:whats wrong

my mom got into a car accident:
shes in a coma:
doc said she might have memory loss:

:omfg
:im so sorry

can u come over:
please:

:yeah ofc
:im omw

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A/N
:((

(this was the same day george was in new york fyi)