ᴜɴʀᴇꜱᴘᴏɴꜱɪᴠᴇ (ON HOLD)

5 - [ʜᴏꜱᴘɪᴛᴀʟ] - 5

-George's POV-

I pulled away from the hug, getting upwards heading towards where Nick was throwing up. As I approached the bathroom, the smell of blood loomed in the air. I rushed over to Nick's side as he was coughing and throwing up blood. 

I rested a hand on his back, waiting until the coughing stopped. Once it did, I could see drops of sweat rolling down his face. "You alright Nick?" He grabbed toilet paper, using it to wipe his mouth from the excess blood.

He then threw the toilet paper in, flushing it, still panting from exhaustion. "Come on Nick, let's go sit you down." I gently grabbed his arm and led him upstairs into my bedroom. "You get some rest, I'll keep an eye on Clay."

"Alright" He replied. "I'll check on you in about an hour, just call me if you need me." I turned around and headed back down stairs to go check on Clay. I walked over to the couch to see him still asleep. Normally I'd call an ambulance but he's still breathing and he doesn't look like he's dying, and plus, what would we tell them? A vine went down his throat and it's alive? Yeah, I don't think they'd believe that.

I grabbed a nearby chair and placed it in front of the couch so I didn't have to stand. I sat down on the chair and glanced at my friend who was peacefully sleeping. I gently grabbed his hand, feeling it. His hand was quite cold which worried me a little. I continued to hold his hand, while my mind traced back to earlier when we explored that underground bunker, or whatever it was.

What were those giant pods? They were about a quarter of a meter to two thirds of a meter. (six inches to two feet large). If Nick didn't jump on one ... No, I can't go blaming him. I would've done the same if I had the same mindset as Nick. Although I will admit, the spores did look beautiful at first. Speaking of those spores, will anything happen since we inhaled so many? I mean, I didn't puke but Nick did.

Or maybe he puked because that vine went into his throat, it must've done something to him since he puked up blood. Just as I was about to get lost in thought, I felt Clay squeeze my hand. I looked down at him, seeing sweat rolling down his face. 

"Clay?" I asked, no response. Is he having a nightmare? I gently shook him. "Clay, wake up." He didn't say anything and began shaking a little. "Clay? Are you there?" Still no response. I could tell his breathing quickened, as he was still asleep. I began panicking a little. Was he alright? "Clay?" I asked again, worried. 

Then, he slowly opened his eyes as tears rolled down his face. "G-George, is that th-that you?" Clay asked, his throat scratchy. "Y-yeah, how are you feeling?" I asked him. "My chest h-hurts, and-" He began having a coughing fit. I helped him sit upwards, "Need some water?" He answered me. Letting go of his hand, I stood up and walked over to my kitchen, opening one of the white cabinets pulling out a glass. Then, suddenly, I heard Clay yell. This was the loudest and scariest thing I've ever heard from him. Out of fear, I dropped the glass and ran as fast as I could over to him.

The first thing I saw was blood pouring out of his mouth, and it looked like he was having a seizure. "NICK !!!" I heard Nick coming down stairs quickly. "Wha-" I cut him off. "CALL AN AMBULANCE !!!" I watched as Nick ran back upstairs, probably going to get his phone. "H-help me-" Were the last words I heard from Clay before he fell forwards onto the floor. 

I rushed over to him and sat him up, shaking him. "STAY WITH ME CLAY !!!" Tears poured out of my eyes as I hoped with all my heart that Clay was ok. "PLEASE !!!" I hugged him and brought him close to my chest. I couldn't let him die, he's the only person I've ever truly loved ... Loved? ...

I continued to hold Clay to my chest as tears poured from my eyes. Millions of questions filled my mind, so many that I began feeling a bit dizzy.

I heard the sirens of the ambulance coming from outside as I heard Nick run to the front door, opening it. Hearing the voices of paramedics, about five of them came into view with a stretcher. I layed Clay down and backed up as they picked him up, placing him on the stretcher.