bLiZzArD ;))
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"Clay?" George said, looking over when the younger male let go of his hand. "You okay?"
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“Yeah I’m fine, just,” Clay muttered, lowering his head and inhaling. ”Just have a.. a headache.”
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"Do you want to go home?" George asked, frowning as he watched Clay.
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“No! I’m fine, we can keep going,” Clay replied quickly, lifting his head and flashing a smile at George. He started to walk after Sam and almost immediately tripped, loosing his balance. He gasped and quickly caught himself, his breaths speeding up.
Nick quickly ran over to Clay’s side, resting a hand on his back. “Dude, you’re clearly not okay,” he said, rubbing his back.
”I’m- I’m fine,” Clay mumbled, trying to stand back up. -
"Clay, no, you're not. You're not being very convincing right now," George said with a strained chuckle. "You guys can keep walking, if you want. I can go home with him,"
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“You sure? We can help if you need it,” Nick said, standing up.
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"No, it's fine, you guys have fun," George said, lowering his voice and leaning over to Nick. "He'd probably tell me what's going on if it's just me and him, anyways," He said with a shrug.
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Nick nodded, looking back over at Karl. “Guess we should keep up with Sam.”
”YO IT’S A BIG TREE INFLATABLE!” Sam exclaimed from ahead, not having noticed the commotion behind her. -
Karl chuckled, nodding. He flashed a sad smile at the two, starting after Sam.
"Clay, c'mon, lets go home," George said, holding his hand out for Clay to take. -
Nick glanced back at Clay before following Karl, walking over to Sam.
Clay blindly took George’s hand, slowly standing to his feet. “I’m sorry..” He muttered, exhaling. “I just keep ruining things..” -
"No, don't apologize," George said, rubbing the back of Clay's hand with his thumb. "Let's just get you home,"
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Clay sighed and ran a hand through his hair, walking off with George.
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Once they arrived home, George opened the door, leading Clay inside and shutting the door behind them. He slipped off his shoes, not letting go of Clay's hand.
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Clay slid his shoes off, putting his free hand against the wall to hold himself up. He exhaled shakily as he squeezed his eyes shut, trying to let the dizziness die down. “God, I feel like sh-t..” he muttered, opening his eyes.
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"Could you of eaten something bad?" George asked, starting to lead Clay to the couch to sit.
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