One Day At A Time [DNF]

George's POV

I wake to the feeling of a hand in my hair, I look up to see Dream starring down at me with bags under his eyes.

"Your back must be killing you after you slept bent over with your face on my bed like that."

He says before smiling at me, it's weak and sad.

"No, I'm alright, are you okay?"

My back is in fact killing me. He shrugs, I can't imagine the pain he must be in right now.

"Do you know where my phone would be?"

He says with pleading, puppy dog eyes. I get up and open up his bedside table, that contains his belongings, his phone, wallet and clothes. I hand him his phone and he thanks me.

"What happened?"

I say after a long stretch of silence. He sighs,

"I got into an Uber and while he was driving, another car hit the right side of the car and it hurt me pretty bad. Obviously not enough to kill me or for serious injuries but yeah, that's what happened. I don't know who's at fault, my Uber driver or the other car but I hope everyone is okay."

I nod, my eyes drop to his arms where the glass from the window hit him. His arms pretty cut up.

"I spoke to the nurse and she said your pretty lucky that the glass hadn't stabbed you in the neck or that the car hadn't hit you harder."

I wish I could take the pain away from him, people like him don't deserve to be hurt like this. There are plenty of awful people in the world, why couldn't they have gotten into that Uber instead?

"I don't feel very lucky."

It's an understandable way to feel, I can't fault him for that. I take his hand and squeeze, a silent way to show my support, he squeezes back.

"I was so scared George, I thought I'd never see you again."

Silent tears run down my face, I felt the same way. I crawl onto the hospital bed and try to hold him in my arms without hurting him.

"I'm so glad that your okay."

Is all I can say before the flood gates open and I'm sobbing uncontrollably.

While the nurse is helping Clay use the toilet, I call Linda to update her on the situation and then call sapnap to talk about the situation further. Clays going to be coming home today and from what the nurse said, he's going to need a bit of help moving around the house, and staying hygienic.

"I broke the arm I do everything with, how am I going to brush my teeth, clean my hair, get dressed or literally do anything else? This sucks." He says as he tries out his crutch.

He almost slips over but I catch him, "don't worry about any of that, I'll help you. You still have one useful hand so you can do most of  the things you want to anyway."

"I use my right arm to do everything, my left arm got so tired that the nurse had to help me brush my teeth five seconds ago."

"Liar, you just wanted a pretty nurse to brush your teeth" I grin.

"She was 20 years older then me and definitely not my type."

He says, rolling his eyes as he leans on the wall after giving up on his crutch.
I can't wait to get out of this place.

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Word count on this chapter: 591
Total word count for all chapters so far: 1,099