In Between (A Dream Team Au)

Cap: 4 The dreamer's curse

It had been four days since the sleepovers at George's house, Clay was laying in bed wide awake, it was alredy 4 a.m and he couldn't close his eyes a piercing pain spread trought his stomach since the afternoon, the Spirits had been awfully quiet the whole day and that Made him uneasy, another strike of pain shocked all of his body, he wanted to belive this is how being stabbed felt like.

When it was time to go to school the pain had gone away and for some reason he didn't felt tired at all, he took a hand to his forehead not feeling a fever, there was a weird pain at his skull But atributed it to migranes, he would take tylenol later.

He stared at his reflection in the mirror, maybe for too long, he felt the impulse to punch the glass But he didn't.

Once he was down he didn't Even bothered to take something to eat and went directly to the door why was he going to school if he has felt si awfull the whole night? There wasn't a reason, just the need to run away from his house, a hand took his wirst before he could reach the knob

-What wrong?-

It was her stepmother her deep black hair tied in a braid, her baby blue nurse uniform slightly wrinkled and her sweet eyes looking at him in concern, scaning his body for any weird mark or color.

-I'm fine mo..- the pain ran trought all his body not just physical this time.

Clay walked down the street reaching Nick's house nearly at the same time as George.

-Hey dream!- he said smiling and waving -Did You had a good sleep?-

-Yeah- he lied not wanting to concern the british boy

Nick came out while her mother screamed something in a weird lenguage Nick replied using it as well, during their walk to school the pain on clay's stomach started once again, was it blood was he tasted? They where doubling the street When he fell to his knees, unberable pain going trought his whole body.

He felt as if someone was tying his wirst and ankles in a burning metal, coughing small drips of blood coming out of his mouth.

-Clay!- George was the first one to kneel besides him holding the boy who was about to collapse entierly -Shit is that blood?!-

-I-I just need to rest- he said trying to stand up failing -fUCK- he fell down and George grabbed him tightly -T-taake me to the hospital- he said tear tracks going trought his cheeks -p-please, UGH!-

-Right- Nick placed his arm beneath clay's helping George carry him -Let me call your parents- he took his phone out and started looking trought his contacts.

-NO!- the blond coughed up more blood -D-don't d-o th-that please-

-Dude look at you!-

-Nick!- George screamed starting to move forward forcing him to move while the blond in his arms grunted in pain -Let's take him to the hospital, now!- the ravenett shuddered at the look in his eyes, George could be really intimidating at times.

They had reached the hospital George Sat Clay down in one of the chairs blood staining his blue shirt, sitting down besides him the blond hided his face on the boy's shoulder gritting his teeth in pain, George holded him by the waist making sure he didn't fall down.

Nick had ran away to the counter and was talking to the man behind it who wrote some stuff down.

Clay's sight was going blurry Golden spots appearing in it like multiple suns, the blood that runned down his mouth had Golden stains aswell and shined, that couldn't be right.

After that everything was blurry and incoherent, he was placed on a bed, an IV on his arm, rushing down a hallway, "We are losing him hurry!", Black emptyness.

He woke up seven hours later, his stepmother was there looking trought a clipboard with her son looking over her shoulder to read as well.

-My troath hurts-

Both broke their sight from the paper and looked at him in disbelief

-Thank god You are awake!- the woman gave him a soft hug -You losed so much blood-

-W-what happened?-

-The doctors Said You somehow opened your stomach, You started bleeding in the inside at first then someway You slightly riped part of your troath....- Dave looked over the reports -But You haven't done anything that could cause that. It makes no sense-

-A-and what did they do?-

-You had surgery, they put skin grafts in your throat and closed the break in your stomach- the nurse stroke his hair gently

Clay took a hand to his troath feeling a lot of pain as he touched what felt like a gauze over his neck, he then ran it down and touched more of it on his stomach.

-Can i go Home?-

-No!- both of them looked at him concerned

-You could have died! You shouldn't have Even left the house.- the woman took his hand in hers -And You should have called us, You are lucky I was here-

-I did not want to worry you-

-But that is why I am your mother!- she was scared looking at him in desesperation -I know You are not my blood son But I care about like like You where! It is My job to care about You and make sure You are ok, maybe work may get in My way and also un your father's But he left his job and stayed here with You the whole time, he just left, and I am sure that if I call him he Will come back because You are his son and he loves you.-

Clay stared back at her blankly clinging his fist hard enough to draw blood, the tears on the corner of his eyes keeping their threath of coming out, his body started trembling and his breathing got quicker and shorter.

-I-I am sorry- his voice came out a broken whisper -I am so sorry- small sobs scaped his mouth -I'm sorry, i'm sorry- he repeated his words over and over again tears rolling down his cheeks, broken sobs and hics scaping him trembling body -I am so sorry, It's My fault! It's My fault!-

Neither of them we're expecting that reaction from the normally dull blond, he would rarely cry or show his emotions always shielding himself with a smile, both took him in a hearth warming hug

-It's not your fault, ok?- she rubbed his back

They both left him go, his eyes where puffy and red not a great sight for his shiny green eyes

-It never was-

Shorts chapert, yes, But a n g s t.