Dreamnotfound Oneshots

[19] The friendly ghost pt. 3

TW GORE AND GUNS

"Clay..Clay! Wake up!" George whisper-shouted, vigorously shaking the sleeping boy. "Wha...?" Clay aksed groggily, frowning at the boy standing over him. "Fucking wake up I..I think theres someone in the house." George said urgently, and Clay shot awake and jumped out of bed and to his bedroom door. "No! Where are you going??" George followed behind him. Clay didn't respond, he just walked down the stairs, trying to suppress any noise. A low talking was heard from the hallway followed by a high pitched scream. Clay dropped the silence act and raced towards the bedroom, his fear for his mothers safety overcoming that of his own. As Clay approached his mothers door, he threw it open and stood motionless, taking in the tall figure standing over where his mom lay on the floor, bleeding from a large gash across her forehead. The figure, hearing the door being thrown open, turned around with a menacing snarl displayed across his face. "What did you do to her!" Clay shouted frozen in shock at the sight of his mom on the ground. The man didn't respond, only reached in to his pocket and pulling something out. A flash of metal was shown, reflecting the moonlight from the window. The world seemed to move in slow motion as the mans hand raises up, a loud click being heard as the gun cocked; clay had regained his ability to move and started towards the man but knew he couldn't get there in time. As the mans finger held down on the trigger, the direction of the gun was thrown off by a seemingly invisible force to all but one. A deafening shot filled the room followed by two thuds.

   The intruder followed his eyes to where his gun had gone off and fallen to the floor, seeing the boy on the floor, a significant wound present, blood soaking through his clothes and pooling on the floor. Realizing the severity of the situation, he grabbed his gun briskly and fled, without looking back. George stood still in front of Clays mom, mouth agape at the sight of his friend bleeding out on the floor. George didn't know what to do, but the only thought racing through his head was that he couldn't let Clay die. He moved towards the home phone, settled menacingly on the nightstand and dialed 911 trying to clear his head. "911, what's your emergency?" Came the voice from the phone. "H-help there was...there was a break in and..and someone got shot and.." George started, "Hello?" Said the voice from the other end. It finally sunk in that the person couldn't hear what he was saying. He shakily brought the phone over to Clay, hoping the sounds of failed breathing and painful sounding coughs would be enough to send an ambulance. "Sir? Maam? Can you hear me?" The voice said, and Clay coughed a bit, and let out a small 'yes' before falling out of consciousness. "Help is on the way. Stay on the line please." The voice said, and George kicked the phone away from them. He placed one of his hands in front of Clays mouth, flooding with relief and the feeling of shallow breaths against him. George moved his other hand to the wound, and placed his palm flat against it, knowing the blood was unable to get on him, but not caring if it were. "Clay...clay you have to stay awake please." George said softly and urgently, running his fingers over Clays cheek. Clay stirred and regained a bit of consciousness, "You saved my mom...thank y-" He cough harshly and groaned, his whole body seizing in pain before going numb. All he could feel was cold fingertips against his cheek, keeping him awake. "Shhh don't speak more than you have to okay?" Clay blinked in response, sighing out. "I'm sorry you got hurt...I didn't mean for that to happen...I'm so so sorry." George said, and he felt warmth pool up behind his eyes, the feeling stinging him but no tears were able to fall. "You...could just...let me die....then nothing bad can happen to either of us again...." Clay muttered out, closing his eyes. George hated himself for considering it for a moment, "I can't let you die. I just can't....please open your eyes again..stay here Clay, okay? It'll all be alright." Clay hummed, barely audible, and George watched as he struggled to open his eyes and keep them open. "Look at me okay? I'm right here, see? It's okay.." George said, forcing a shaky smile, trying to hide his fear for the sake of the other boy. Clay looked back as best he could, but thinking he'd rather just sleep for a while. He felt oh so tired, and it was starting to overwhelm his thoughts. Clay closed his eyes, and his breathing went short and almost silent. "Clay...clay..open your eyes please..please don't..you can't die you can't.." George ran his fingers across his friends face, feeling it get colder by the second. A singular, unnoticed tear fell to the floor as sirens wailed in the distance.

Clay opened his eyes to the white room, a faint beeping bringing him to. Clay blinked a few times adjusting to the headache-inducing light all around the room, and took in his surroundings. A hospital room. He tried to sit up but hissed out as a sharp pain shot through his side and up his body. Memories flooded through his mind quickly, and he tried to piece it all together, barely remembering what had happened to him. George...he..ohmygod Clay thought. He looked around the room, expecting to see his friend, but saw no one. A nurse walked in suddenly, interrupting his thoughts. "You're awake! That's good that's very good. Nice to meet you. You know you're really lucky, had you gotten here a few minutes later you wouldn't have made it. Something was looking out for you...it really is a miracle." She mused, writing a few things down on her clipboard. Miracle...he really is.. Clay thought. "Can you...do you know what happened to my mom?" Clay asked, his voice shaking slightly, hoping she was alright. "Your mom? She's all good. She has a pretty bad concussion but the cut wasn't too deep and we were able to get it fixed up. She's just in the next room resting." Clay let out a breath he didn't realize he was holding as relief flooded through his system. He started to nod his head, "Okay..okay..thank you for telling me." The nurse hummed, turning her attention to the counter, grabbing a few pills and and filling a small paper cup with some water. "Do you think you're up to take some pills?" She asked, setting the things down on a pull-out tray. "Yeah.." he croaked out, bringing my hand up to my throat and rubbing it as if it would get rid of the scratched sound. She nodded her head an pursed her lips, watching him intensely. He brought the first pill to his mouth slowly and filled his mouth with water, swallowing quickly then doing the sane with the other two pills. He washed them down with the rest of the water in his cup, shuddering slightly and the bitter taste they left on his tongue. "Okay that's good sweetheart. I'm gonna go talk to the doctor, I'll be back shortly. Do you want me to turn the lights off?" She asked as she opened the door. Clay nodded his head meekly and she complied, then closes the door and left him once again on his own. Clay leaned back fully against his pillows, folding his arms over himself, wincing lightly at the pain in his side as his hands brushed it, but he willed away the feeling and hoped the medicine would kick in soon. He closed his eyes, the last thing on his mind being his friend as he drifted off to sleep on his own terms this time.

"Hey..." Clay heard an all too familiar voice as he stirred slightly, forgetting again where he was. He settled in again, half awake but not wanting to move. "I don't know if you're asleep or something but I just...just wanted to say hello and that I hope you're feeling alright. I'm really glad you're okay and uh...it's been real quiet without you." The voice said, and it sounded like music to Clays ears, filling him with a sense of comfort and belonging. Clay turned his head in the direction of the voice, "Hi..." He said weakly, giving a small smile, "I missed you.." George smiled in relief at the managing state of his friend as he traced his eyes over him, "I missed you too...I'm sorry for not coming earlier but I wanted you to have time to rest without distraction..and I felt...responsible for what happened.." George stared off, furrowing his brows then looking down. "Hey...hey it's not your fault..I wouldn't be here right now if it wasn't for you. The nurse called it a miracle...and she's right. That's what you are...a miracle." Clay said, and moved his hand outwards, signaling to George to take it, and he did with a small lopsided smile. George was rendered speechless, he was overcome by a sense of happiness as he held his friends warm hand, feeling it spread through his body, heating his cold skin passionately. "Thank you for saving my mom.. she's alright by the way. Just a concussion." George sighed in relief and closes his eyes, "I'm glad she's okay." George said and opened his eyes. The sat in silence for a few moments, "I should go...you can go back to sleep." George started to pull his hand from Clays but felt the grip tighten on his hand, tugging him lightly. "No..stay please.." Clay said, his eyes meeting Georges and so he complied, how could he say no? "You can lay with me you know, not like anyone would see...plus it's too hot and you're cold.." Clay muttered, his eyes fluttering a bit. "Sure.." George said, the crawled into Clays bed, his body rested on Clays uninjured side, his head against his shoulder. George took in the warmth flooding through him again, and sighed contently in to Clays skin. "Much better.." Clay mumbled sleepily and George smiled, his heart as full as ever. "Goodnight Clay...sleep well." George whispered, before closing his own eyes and resting on the sleeping boy. If anyone walked in, all the would see is one sleeping boy, with a small smile on his lips; they'd wonder how he could look so happy after what he had gone through, but that was his secret...and he intended to keep it so.

END OF PART 3
Authors Note
I have an epilogue idea pfff I think I'm gonna write if like now. Also if makes me really sad that the first half of my book did so much better than the second half because I'm much more proud of my recent work and want people to see it. It is what if is though, I'd probably do better if I published everyday again. I love you all -Aj <3