for a minute the world seemed so simple.
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Thread Topic: for a minute the world seemed so simple.
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"N-No, you're not, and- and it's all m-my fault," Clay spoke shakily through his tears, squeezing his eyes shut for a moment. He took a deep breath and calmed himself down a little, opening his teary eyes. "P-Please, George, I- I need to get you back h-home and- and to a doctor-"
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George watched Clay with a hesitant look, trying to keep his breathing under control as he looked down at his shaking hands. “Okay, sorry.”
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"Baby, no- no, don't say sorry, I- I just can't st-stand to see you like- like this," Clay whispered as he gently grabbed George's shaky hands with his own trembling ones. "I-If anyone should be s-sorry, it's- it's me-"
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“Please, I ca- I just can’t-“ George almost babbled, his knees buckling and he gripped tightly onto Clay’s hands.
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Clay helped George to his feet, holding him close. "I-I've got you," he whispered, gently squeezing his hands.
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George cried loudly, burying his face in Clay’s shoulder and clinging to him again.
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Clay's heart ached and he hugged George close, trying to keep it together as he led him to his car. "I-I've got you, baby," he whispered shakily, leading him to the passenger seat. He opened the door and helped George sit down, buckling him up before shutting the door and quickly getting into the driver's seat.
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George continued crying, glancing around in fear as Clay walked around the door. “No! No no no no come back-“
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Clay quickly got into the driver's seat, buckling up. "I'm right here, baby, I'm not leaving-" He said quickly, beginning to drive before offering his hand to George.
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George’s breathing was erratic as he took Clay’s hand with both of his, clinging to it.
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"I'm right here, I-I'm not leaving," Clay said as he gently squeezed George's hand, keeping his focus on the road. When he stopped at a stop light he pulled out his phone with his free hand, quickly texting his father to let him know he had George and that he was heading back.
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“Who- who are you texting?” George asked quietly, looking at Clay’s phone with a fearful frown.
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"My dad, letting him k-know we're on our w-way back," Clay said shakily. He swore softly as he almost dropped his phone, sending another text asking him to get a doctor for George.
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George flinched as Clay swore, nodding slightly. He let go of Clay’s hand with one hand, curling his legs into his chest.
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George nodded, shakily taking a breath. “Yeah, makes sense-“
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