Game Changer ~ Dream Team x OC

23- Thinking

Lily's POV

Disclaimer: I am not a doctor! I don't know if these are actually complications from being stabbed. Please correct me!
⚠️TW: Suicidal Thoughts, Slight Self Harm ⚠️
Please Read The Bold At The End Of The Chapter!!

"Is he okay? Can I go see him?" Clay frantically began asking, looking around and trying to get up.

"Well, George just got out of surgery. The knife is safely out, though his right lung did collapse. Clay, your wound is more so in the center of your chest, whereas George's is on the right side. Thankfully, the bones around the right tricep aren't injured as we previously thought, but the collapsed lung is enough to cause more complications than normal." She explained. "He's currently resting. He hasn't woken up since surgery."

"Can he have visitors?" I asked, beginning to get up.

"Unfortunately, only family can visit him at the moment. In the next two to three days, you will probably be able to see him, yes." She informed. I nodded, sitting back down where I was previously.

"Is he going to survive?" Clay asked in a small voice. I snapped my head back, looking at the boy.

"Clay, don't ask such a thing." I scolded, feeling myself getting sad over the thought.

"No no, it's a valid response. Currently, yes. Though, if his blood doesn't get enough oxygen due to his single lung not being able to support his whole body, this could put him in danger" She explained. Clay inhaled sharply before sniffling. I felt tears begin to drop down my face as well.

"Thank you." I whispered.

"While I'm here, I'm going to take Clay's vitals and redress his wounds." She announced, so I slid off the bed to let her do her thing.

I heard Clay suck in his breath when she touched a certain point around his wound. I sighed, letting my head fall in my hands.

I took my phone out and aimlessly started scrolling on whatever social media platform I chose. I wasn't paying attention, just trying to get my mind off the situation.

My thoughts were proceeding to get worse and worse. I acted strong around Clay, but when I was alone, I couldn't help but think the worst. My mind always wandered to how if I wasn't in their lives, then they wouldn't have gotten stabbed.

It's all I can think about.

Sitting in that waiting room last night, all I could think about it how this is my fault. If I never came to Florida, if George never raided me, if I never slept with Clay...

If I wasn't alive.

No, I thought frantically, grabbing the armrest of the chair.

They'd be better off if you weren't here.

I considered the intrusive thought, but immediately snapped out of it. Clay needed me, and I knew that. The nurses told me they had to practically drug him last night so he could go to sleep.

He was saying my name as he passed out.

He doesn't need you. You're the reason he's here.