so american~
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Thread Topic: so american~
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George frowned, watching him walk off. “What’s wrong with you?” Ed asked George, noticing his expression. “Uh- nothing, I’m good.”
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“More importantly, what’s wrong with him?” Kathy asked once Clay left, a concerned look on her face. “Is he okay?” Clay exhaled shakily as he entered the bathroom, closing the door and slumping to the floor. He clutched his head in his hands, groaning softly in pain as he shut his eyes.
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“He’s been having headaches all day- I think they’re like, withdrawals,” George said softly. “I’m gonna go check on him in a minute, but he probably needs some space.”
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“Aw, poor guy- God, I used to get such bad withdrawal migraines, it made me physically sick,” Kathy said, sighing softly. Clay exhaled shakily as he leaned against the door, taking another hit of his inhaler as he tried to ease his headache.
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“Oh, seriously,” Ed agreed, nodding. “Do either of you have medicine he could take to ease the pain, maybe?” George asked.
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“I have more Tylenol, yeah,” Kathy said, pulling it out of her purse and passing it to George.
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George stood up, grabbed the Tylenol. “Thanks, I’ll be back,” he said, heading up the stairs and knocking on the bathroom door.
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Clay lifted his head and stood, rubbing his teary eyes before opening the door.
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“Woah, hun, are you okay? Please tell me, I don’t mind going home,” George said quickly, rushing forward and resting his hands on Clay’s arms. “I have Tylenol for you-“
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“I-I’m sorry, I just-“ Clay exhaled shakily, squeezing his eyes shut. “My head hurts so bad, I feel sick…”
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“Yeah, it’s okay,” George said reassuringly, gently rubbing Clay’s arm. “I can call us a ride so you don’t have to walk.”
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Clay nodded, exhaling shakily. “I’m sorry, I- I wanted to keep hanging out with your friends, I-“
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“No, it’s okay, they understand,” George nodded, brushing Clay’s hair off his forehead. “I’m gonna go let them know and I’ll be right back, okay? Wanna take my phone and order us a ride?”
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Clay exhaled shakily, nodding. “I’m sorry,” he whispered, rubbing his eyes.
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“Don’t be sorry, you can’t control it,” George said, pressing a soft kiss onto Clay’s cheek. He handed Clay his phone before heading back to the basement stairs. “The passcode is also your birthday!”
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