Impossible love (dreamxgeorgenotfound)

Chapter 5 - 13 hours

Warning again for selfharm, sorry for the sadness it will get better soon i hope🥺❤️

Clay stared at the words his phone displayed. George was calling. GEORGE WAS CALLING. His body froze, he was so scared he couldn't move a muscle.

The blade was still in his arm

He quickly started realising the situation and took it out, and threw it away screaming aggressively in pain. Without even looking at it. He cant fuck it up now, he needs to answer the call.

How is this possible? Is this a nurse calling from his phone to tell me hes gone, forever? Please, dont be.

Suddenly Clay felt a stabbing pain in his stomach, forcing him to crouch down onto the floor. Where he saw the quite big blood puddle, that belonged to him. The pain quickly transfered to his wrist as he saw the deep cut he just had made. All by himself. The adrenaline had numbed the pain before but now his body was getting weaker by the second.

"Shit"

Clay took a deep breath. Attempting to collect himself to answer the phone before it was too late.
*click*
"H..Hello..? G..George?" His voice exposed the pain he was in. It was too hard to hide.

"Ahghhh, f fuck"

"Clay!!, wait, what. Are you hurt?"
Georges voice went from happy and releaved to confused and worried in just a matter of seconds.
"Oh m..my god George, you're alive.." he sobbed trying to ignore Georges question. That was followed with a few tears running down his cheek. How much could you even cry in one single day?

"Yes I am, I woke up 8 hours ago but.. eh,
Diana hid my phone all the time she was here, but visiting time is over now.., what's going on?"

Silence answered the now really worried George. Shortly after he heard a large thump from the other side of the phone.

"CLAY? What's going on?!"

Clay had collapsed onto the floor, now bleeding really much. It was bad. He used all the power he had left in his body, to respond. It was really hard, the pain took over his mind most of the time. But the thought of George made him feel just a slight bit stronger. The small amount of strength he needed to answer.

"G..george.. I'm so so sorry that i wasn't there for you when you.. when you woke up." His attempt to speak was so blurry and hard for George to understand.
"Dude what's going on, you are freaking me out. You are right here, what do you mean?"

"I did something b..bad, Geo..rg.." he stopped mid sentence. The pain. It was too much to handle.

"DREAM!! TALK TO ME, DONT SCARE ME LIKE THIS!"

George's hard words made Clay wake up from his conciousness drifting on and off caused by the blood loss and intense pain.

"Im sorry George, im not feeling too well"

"What the fuck do you mean Clay?"

"I.. I, Nevermind. I'll be alright. You scared me to death, George. I dont know if I even could survive if you... d.. died.."

"Dont be silly! Im right here!"

"I know, thank god. Can i come to you?" Clay asked with the purest voice.🥺

"Uhh, what? yeah ofcourse. But its a long flight thou"

"I'll go and book a flight right now, see you"

"Wait, whot, I"

Clay ended the call. He sat on the floor leaning back on his cold bathroom wall.
"Fuck, man. I messed up bigtime"
He tried to stand up, but the weakness had already taken over him. The only thing he managed to do was to crawl over to the nearest cloth, that was a small towel. He needed to cover up his deep wound, to stop the bleeding. When done tieing up his badly hurt wrist he tried to make up his currently fucked up mind.

What the fuck just happened? George called me and i sounded so careless and cold. Because im such a bitch, feeling all bad about myself when my BEST FRIEND WAS IN A COMA. And the pain stopped me from talking to him for real. The moment I've waited for for days, I fucked up.

Clay tried to calm down. He couldn't put all this pressure on himself. Not now. He couldn't waste anymore time, he needed to book this flight right NOW!

He basically flew over to his computer, slamming his hand on the power button. He didn't even think about eating, even though it was hours since he last ate. George was the only thing circulating his brain.
When his computer turned on and auto started discord, he saw notices from George.

George: Are you actually okay? Im so confused.

"Fuck"

He couldn't let George know what he had done. It was too much. And he didn't want his best friend to know he was hurting himself because of him.

Clay: Nah Im fine. I've been really worried that's all. I will book a flight now, love you"

George was still really confused. What had he missed while he had been in this stupid coma? He didn't even remember how it happened. None had told him yet, like it was the biggest secret in the world. Diana had just been distant and quiet when he asked about it.

Guess i hurt myself pretty bad huh?

He laid in his hospital bed, trying to find the last memory he could remember.

Wait.. Oh my god.. Diana called me gay. All i can remember is her screaming at me and then everything went black. Did Diana cause this? No! She loves me.
doesn't she?

His thoughts got interupted by a discord notice from his phone already laying in his hands

Clay: Georgiee!! I booked a flight for tomorrow!!!!! I'll be in london in about 13 hours.

Wait what, HOW? 13 HOURS?

George: oh my godWHAT, how are you here in only 13 hours?

Clay: Someone unbooked their flight last moment, and it's lifting in about 3 hours, I took it even though it was REALLY expensive, but I'll better get packing now. Bye!

When George realised 13 hours is so close, his stomach started getting butterflies. Numbing the pain he felt in the back off his head.

What the fuck?

He forgot that he felt weird feelings for Clay on that stream 2 weeks ago. What was that about, really? Must have been the unused feeling of answering his little flirts. Nothing more, he was pretty sure. He needed to be sure. He loved Diana, right?

They loved eachother, right?

Even though everything that just happened was insane, Clay felt so much happier now. George is okay, and he is going to meet him, really soon.

A thought hit him.

I like George. How am I supposed to hide that? I dont know how I'll act when he's around!

He was kinda fucked, he thought atleast. But if he manage to play his cards correctly he could be normal. If George found out Clays crush on him, their friendship would be over. He had a girlfriend.

A... girlfriend...

Fucking Diana, it's her fault i hurt myself. If she would have just let George call me when he woke up and felt better, this wouldn't have happened, nothing of it. I hate you Diana. I will never let you hurt him EVER again. Then you're DEAD.