Georges girlfriend turns out to be scarier than we all thought. What will she do next?
This will be a quite depressing story, but still romantic and sexual?
Contains smut and alcohol.
Clay woke up in the same hospital bed next morning. It felt like any other day, except it really fucking didn't. This was the day his plan was going to start. His well thought out plan. That was going to be perfect. He stretched once again, like yesterday morning. Feeling the same pleasant feeling.
"Im gonna get you, Diana" he mumbled to himself with satisfaction spreading in his body. "What?" A nurse said, watching him in confusion.
Oh
He forgot to look around today. Oops "Nothing" He said with a weak smile spreading over his face. Oh yes, something it was. He was gonna get back on Diana so hard, she'll leave him and George alone forever. The nurse just brushed it off, and went out to do something else.
Clay was already feeling a bit better, not much. But he was getting there. Now , the first part of the Plan started.
Step one Wait.
Though he wished he didn't, he needed to heal. To get stronger again. He needed all his strength he could gather, so he could fuck Diana up. He needed to wait to make Diana think she won.
I bet she already think she has
But nope, she very much has NOT.
Clay sighed, realising this part of the plan will be boring as hell. He needed to wait for the perfect time to contact George. When he felt better. Though finally he could actually get the sleep his body had been needing for days. First the.. cut. Noone knew that it was a suicide attempt, till George saw it. He wasn't supposed to see that. But he did. Without George in his life he felt worthless.
And now Diana.. The doctors were actually surprised that Clay was able to live "normally" even though he had lost so much blood, and had a really bad bandage around his wrist.
Clay told the doctors and police officers that the cut in his neck was a bad accident at home. But obviosly they knew what happened to his wrist. Clay was scared they would send him to some kinda isolated place where depressed kids go. But he managed to make them believe that he was just really upset over his friend. That he thought he ignored him. But all was good now. He just needed George.
Clay was laying restless in his bed. The room was cold and empty, besides him. The only thing to be heard was some weird beeping sounds coming from the hospital gear next to him. Clay stretched after his phone as he heard footsteps approach his room. He saw a shadow under the door, and soon some small knocks made themself heard.
"Yes?"
The door opened and a nurse stepped inside, closing the door behind her. "Hello Clay" she said sweetely, warming up the room. "Im here to talk about how you're feeling. I know you told us you're fine but, I need to talk to you about this" she sat down on his bed next to him. "I understand, Im fine. I just thought that the only person I really love, hated me. But.. he was in a coma." Clay said quitetly, gaze down on the floor. He soon regretted telling her so much.
"Oh.. Im sorry to hear that. Sick, what love can make you do huh?" She tried to lighten the mood but instead the room fell silent once again. "Need anything?" She smiled. Clay returned a small head shake to tell her no. "Okay, take care" She stood up, wrote something on a block of paper and left the room. Like she was never there.
Yeah it really is sick. George made me go through so much pain, just because I wanted to be with him.
And not to talk about the pain Diana made him feel. His parents started getting worried, Sapnap aswell. He hadn't talked to him in a very long time. As said, Clay didn't like bothering people so why would he talk to Sap unless he wanted to record a video or stream? But now the time passed fast. And he hadn't been tweeting or anything after George started to "ignore him", but really was in a coma. And now he was stuck in London.
So considering this people started to worry ofcourse, fans too. Clay decided to tweet something to make them quiet down a bit.
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That should do, for now.
He sighed as he saw his dms was spammed everywhere, text messages and phone calls. Mostly from parents, Sap and Bad but also some irl friends. He decided to write a little message where he said he's fine, copied it and send it to everyone.
Clay felt satisfied with his effort and put his phone away.
