Addict. (DNF ANGST)

Chapter 7

♡Clay pov♡

Karl had gotten clothes from his dorm and brought them to the hospital since all George had was fucking lingerie. He was currently in a hospital gown, though, which is the most covered up I've ever seen him.

It wouldn't bother me so much if he wore the clothes for himself instead of the attention of men.

Karl and I left the room while George changed and came back in when he was done.

"Are they discharging you?" I asked.

He nodded. We left the hospital room and went downstairs. George paid his bill, which was rather pricey, but he didn't seem to care.

He probably makes a lot of money shaking his ass on stage for old men.

We left the hospital and went to my car. Karl got in the passenger seat, and George got in the back. I drove us to the campus, and we all got out. We went inside Karl and I's building. He went his separate way to his room. I led George to mine. I unlocked the door and opened it. I stepped inside, and he hesitantly followed me.

"You can watch TV if you want. There's food and drinks in the mini fridge." I told him, shutting the door.

I locked it and went to my desk. I sat down in my swivel chair.

"What are you doing?" He asked.

"Studying." I replied.

"Do you have a charger I can use?" He asked.

I nodded and pointed to the one next to my bed. He hesitantly sat on my bed and plugged his phone in.

Great. Now he's on my bed. Fantastic.

"I can sit somewhere else." He mumbled.

"No, it's fine. You can sit there." I assured him.

"You seem uncomfortable, though." He replied.

"I'm just not used to having people over. It's usually just me." I told him.

He nodded and laid down on my bed.

"Do you care if I take a nap?" He asked.

"Go for it." I stated.

He turned his back to me and cuddled up into Karl's sweatshirt. I noticed he was shivering because he was wearing shorts.

I keep my room cold all the time.

"You know, you can use my blankets." I told him.

Why do I keep saying shit like this? I don't want him to use my blankets.

"Are you sure?" He asked.

I nodded. He covered up with my fluffy blanket and laid back down.

He's pretty without all that makeup. His eyes seemed softer. He was quieter now that he wasn't wearing trashy clothes or makeup. This seemed more like himself. I like this side of him.

♡Hours later♡

I yawned and rubbed my eyes. The clock read midnight, and George was still asleep in my bed.

I don't want to wake him up. He deserves peaceful sleep.

I looked at his face as he had turned over in his sleep. I could see all the facial features that I couldn't before because of the makeup. There were a few freckles on both sides of his face. He had eyebags, which I thought looked good on him. His mouth was open a bit, and I could see his chest rising and falling.

He is really pretty.

I grabbed an extra blanket from the closet and laid down on the spare bed. I covered up with it and shut my eyes.