Addict. (DNF ANGST)

Chapter 15

♡Clay pov♡

I'm so worried and scared for George. I was sitting outside the hospital room bouncing my leg because I was so anxious. I need him to be okay. He told me he likes me. George wants me.

The door opened, and I quickly stood. His doctor gave me a small smile.

"Is he okay?" I asked.

"He's alright. There's some damage to his esophagus and pharynx due to the force of the choking. These are only temporary." He told me.

I let out a sigh of relief.

"Only soft foods for a while. No smoking or alcohol use. Make sure he's eating and drinking things he won't choke on." He explained.

I nodded.

"Can I see him?" I asked.

"Of course." He replied.

I quickly went into the room. He had a breathing tube in his nose.

"Pretty boy." I mumbled.

I pulled a chair up next to the bed and sat down. I carefully grabbed his hand. I laid my head down on the edge of the bed. I kissed the back of his hand.

"I'm sorry we didn't get there sooner." I said softly.

The door opened, and I turned to see Karl and Sapnap.

Oh, Karl.

He was wearing a baggy sweatshirt and sweatpants. His hair was messy, and his eyes were puffy and red.

He never wears anything like that. He always tries his best to look nice.

"How's he doing?" Sap asked.

I sat up.

"He's got temporary damage in his throat from the choking. He'll be okay, though." I told them.

Sap and Karl nodded. Karl had his arms around himself.

"Karl, how are you?" I asked.

Karl shrugged and looked down at his shoes. Sapnap frowned. Eventually, they left because it had gotten late. I laid my head down, keeping my fingers intertwined with George's.

"George, you're so pretty." I said quietly.

I yawned and shut my eyes. I felt a gentle squeeze on my hand, and I quickly opened my eyes and sat up. George stirred and slowly opened his eyes. He let them focus to the light before looking over at me with his gorgeous brown eyes.

"Hi." I stated.

He smiled a bit.

"Hey." He replied.

"How do you feel?" I asked.

"My throat hurts like a motherfucker." He muttered.

I nodded.

"They'll give you meds for it." I told him.

He shook his head.

"No. I can't take them." He stated.

"What? Why?" I asked.

"I'll tell you eventually. Not now." He said.

I nodded. He looked down at our hands and smiled.

"You're holding my hand." He said quietly.

"Yeah." I replied.

"Miguel never holds my hand." He told me.

I gently squeezed his and rubbed my thumb against the back of it.

"Well, I'm not Miguel." I stated.

He nodded.