I'm A Loser

Honey Don't

It had been about 3 weeks of George and Liz staying together at George's. It was Friday night and each of them had gone to bed. Liz was reading her book at a little past midnight when she heard crying from next door. She got out of bed and headed to George's room next door. She knocked on the door quietly.

"Sweetie?" She asked from outside in the hallway.

She heard George sniff and a few things being moved around.

"Yes love?" George said trying to make it sound like he wasn't crying.

"Can I come in?"

"Uh...hold on." George said as he rushed to find a long sleeved shirt. He managed to find one.

"Come in."

"Hey, Love." Liz said quietly.

"Something wrong?" George asked.

"Mhmm."

"What?" George asked nervously.

"I heard you crying, Love."

"Oh...it was nothing. Uh just a bad dream, that's all." George said, failing to lie.

Liz went along with it for a moment.

"Oh...well are you alright now?"

"Yes, Liz. You don't have to worry. I'm fine."

"Well at least take that shirt off, it's burning hot in here."

"No thanks, I'm alright."

"George, honey, you're either sick or your hiding something. Which is it?" Liz said as she sat down next to George on the bed.

"It's nothing, Liz."

"George!" Liz said slightly irritated. "What are you hiding from me?"

"Nothing! I swear, Love!" George said wincing as he touched his arm.

"Really? Then what's wrong with your arm?" Liz asked suspiciously.

"Uh...just bruised me self in gym today." George lied.

Liz rolled his one sleeve up, revealing a blood-covered arm.

"George not again!"

"I'm sorry, Liz! The kids made fun of me and mocked me in school today and I couldn't help my self."

"Is this all you've done tonight?"

George shook his head, disappointed in himself.

"Where else did you cut, George?" Liz asked sadly.

George pointed to his biceps and his other forearm.

"Alright then." Liz said. "Get your shirt off, let me see how bad it is."

George tried to get his shirt off but he kept moaning at the pain he caused himself when he tried to get it off. Liz helped him get it off. George's eyes were all watery.

"Oh, honey don't do this to yourself!" Liz said seeing how deep some of the cuts were.

"I've tried! And I've been clean until now ever since you came!"

Liz smiled at George. "At least you're trying, Love! We'll get there. I promise."

"Alright, thanks, Lizzy." George said as he kissed Liz.

"You're very welcome, George. Now let's wash you off."

Liz lead George to the bathroom and grabbed a towel and soaked it in warm water. She dabbed it over the smaller cuts and slowly made her way to the bigger and deeper cuts.

George bit his lip and tried to hold back the tears as Liz did her best to clean up the wounds. Liz noticed that George was in pain and tried to be as gentle as she could.

"Aw baby, I'm sorry." Liz said as she gave him a quick kiss. "But we've gotta get you cleaned up."

"I know, Love. I can't thank you enough for doing this."

"You don't have to thank me, just promise that you'll do the same for me if I ever loose it."

"I promise." George said with a warm smile.

Liz finished up the painful process and put some bandages on the bigger cuts.

"Now get back to bed, George and try to get some sleep."

"I'll try."

"Good."

Liz helped George into bed and was about to leave when George called her name.

"Yes, George?" She asked.

"Could you do me one more thing?"

"Of course, George." She said yawning.

"Could you get all the blades out of my room."

Liz smiled at the fact that George was trying.

"Of course, Love."

Liz went to get all the blades she could find in his room. She got all of the blades out of his drawer, she got the razor out of the bathroom, and she got anything else she thought George could cut himself with.

"Thanks, Lizzy." George said sweetly.

"You're welcome; now get some sleep, Honey."

"Okay, goodnight." George said kissing Liz on the cheek. Liz returned the favor on George's lips and ended up laying on the bed next to George. George grabbed her waist and pulled her closer to him.

"Could you maybe just spend the night in here?" George whispered.

"I'd be happy to." Liz responded. She put the blades in the drawer where she would get them in the morning. George tried to pull Liz as close to him as possible and began to doze off with Liz's head nuzzled in his chest. George gave her a final kiss on the forehead and fell asleep. Liz wrapped her arms around George and fell asleep hugging him.