(I just want to say that you all are loved <3)
Darkness. That's all he could comprehend, could see. Where was he? What was he doing here? Why couldn't he see?
Darkness couldn't be the only thing that existed. There had to be light, he knew there was light. But why wasn't it there?
Where was he? His mind swarmed with thoughts, it hurt like hell, his whole body hurt like hell. What had happened to him?
That's when he remembered. You fell.
I- what? Fell. He fell. He fell to the ground, down down down, deep into the earths soil.
Was he alive? Somewhat. He could hear himself think, his pounding heart kept beating endlessly. He was alright.
Somewhat. Something still felt very odd.
Yet he didn't know what.
The dirty-blond slowly opened his eyes, and was met with dull, white walls. He knew them all too well. The hospital.
He heard a sudden beeping noise. Who was that? Was that his heartbeat?
It was. It went pitter-patter. But he wasn't afraid. He was alive.
The situation that he put himself in overcame him, and he cursed himself for ever thinking that it was okay to leave, leave everyone behind and start anew with men whom he didn't even know.
"CLAY!" Someone called his name. The next second, he was thrown into a bundle of arms that held him oh so fiercely.
Sapnap? Clay looked up to see Raven coloured hair. The Raven held onto him so tightly that it hurt to breath.
"Oh, lay off of him, will you? He needs rest." A monotone voice called, but Sapnap wouldn't listen. Who was that?
Who was in his hospital room?
Sapnap finally let go and took time to look at him. Tears threatened to fall at the edges of his eyes, shouting and screaming at Sapnap, that he had almost lost his friend.
"I'm so glad you alive!" He yelled, his eyes glinting with the spark of whimsical fun he always possessed. "You gave us all quite a fright, really."
Sapnap. He scared the living hell out of Sapnap. And Sapnap was never scared. He was bold, brash, unafraid of the world, and now- he was crying.
Clay wanted to tell him something, tell him that it wasn't his fault, but he couldn't form the words. "'m sorry Sap." He croaked.
Sapnap looked at him wide-eyed, and then looked away with a sigh. "No." He began. "It's my fault. I should've figured it out, I should've stopped them. I should've realised."
"No." Clay croaked, once more. "No, it's not your fault. I had to tell someone yet-" he coughed.
His eyes stung, all to suddenly, and he gritted his teeth at the pain. "Here." Sapnap said quickly, and gave him a glass of water. "D'you want me to call a doctor?"
"Sapnap, what happened to me?" Clay cut him off, mouthing a sorry after words. His emerald gaze searched one of fiery brown, hoping that there was something, anything, there.
Sapnap looked away. "Apparently you were found standing over the edge of a roof. Wilbur found you." He looked ahead, away from Clay.
A brunette boy, with white tipped glasses, came up and out of nowhere. He looked down at Clay's scarred form, and smiled empathetically.
"Hey man." He said.
Clay remembered him. He told him to come over, he told him that they could talk about it. "Wilbur?" He whispered.
"That's me." He smiled, lightening up the situation.
"After that, you fell. Techno, my brother, called an ambulance and then you arrived here. You've been asleep ever since." Wilbur explained. "How're you feeling?"
"Horrible. Everything hurts." Clay answered.
"Hey, well that's what you get for jumping of a roof." The monotone voice explained. "What, did you expect to feel better?"
"Techno!" Wilbur turned towards the voice. Sapnap got heated, and after a few footsteps, Clay heard him call. "I swear, I'm gonna punch you-"
"Try." Technoblade began. "I dare you."
Sapnap gritted his teeth and turned away. He probably knew better then to fight with him.
He might look scary.
"Where's Karl?" Clay asked.
"Out of town. No, he doesn't know, if you were going to ask. I haven't told him yet." Sapnap explained, looking away.
"Honestly, you got beaten up really bad back there." Wilbur eyed him. He didn't look straight at him. He looked at the side of his face.
"What?" Clay asked.
"It's um-" Wilbur turned to look at Sapnap worryingly once more.
"Is anything wrong?"
He heard a shuffle and a sigh from the back and two guests turned to three as a long, pink haired avian boy turned to look at him with sharp green eyes, mixed with yellow and blue.
He also didn't eye him.
He looked at the side of his face.
His heart-rate increased. What had happened? Why did they look at him like that? The machine beeped faster then before, and Sapnap and Wilbur were quick to calm him down.
"Don't worry, mate!" Wilbur said. "'ts alright, nothin' to be scared of."
Even Techno didn't retort. Though after a moment of silence, he opened his mouth to speak. "The fall did a number of damage to you, kid. But I won't be the one to tell you that. The doctors'll come any moment now."
Just as he finished speaking, the doors opened and everyone turned to look at them. Clay tried to turn his head but winced at the pain.
The nurse, or what he liked to think was the nurse, took one look at him and noticed he was awake. She began to shoo everyone out of the room, as if they were crowd. "Out! All of you out! Give the boy some rest!"
Sapnap opened his mouth to retort, but a new presence seemed to stop him. "I understand that your worried about your friend. I'll let you all come back as soon as I've checked him, alright?" Phil. It was Phil.
"Hey dad." Wilbur smiled. Phil was a father? He hadn't mentioned that on the bus.
Phil didn't reply to him. Clay liked to imagine that he'd nodded, whispered something in response. But there was nothing.
Sapnap sighed, glanced between Clay and Phil then nodded. The three teenage boys walked out of the room, and with a small click they left.
Phil came into view, and smiled down at him. "How are you feeling, bud?" He smiled.
Clay groaned in response. "Horrible. 'Deserve it though." He sighed.
"Why's that?"
"'Cause I made everyone worried about me."
Phil hummed. "I suppose so. But you've been through a lot. I understand what's occurred. It's normal to feel like that, when you have the pressure of the entire world on your shoulders. Tell me son, do you feel like nobody cares about you? Just nod or shake your head."
In truth, Phil knew the answer before he'd asked the question. It took Clay a little time, but he curtly nodded.
"Do you feel like everyone hates you?"
He nodded.
"Do you think that your not loved?"
With a sigh, he nodded.
Phil smiled down at him. A sad smile, full of empathy and honesty and everything that Clay had never seen before in an adult. "Thank you for being honest with me, son."
There was a burning question in his mind that wouldn't go away. In that moment, he knew he had to ask it. "Will you tell my parents about this?"
It was Phil's turn to huff, though his smile never wavered. It stood there, giving him a sense of comfort. "That was the tricky bit. I called them several times and when they finally picked up they said they needn't have a son."
Clay said a 'pfft' and a smile formed on his face. "Don't bother. They don't wanna deal with another one of us anytime soon anyways."
"You have siblings?" Phil eyed him.
"Not anymore. 'Had an older sister and brother that left for college years and years ago. I had a little sister too. Haven't seen her in years."
"Why's that?" Phil asked, his voice becoming more and more sadder as he continued.
Clay hated that he was pitied. "She left one day, and never came back. She told me she was sick of all this, and when she was six she somehow contacted my older sister and she left with her. She didn't give a damn about bringing me along. 'Probably forgot about me."
Phil was silent for a while, before he began taking in all the information, and ran some tests on the young boy.
The blond ever so hated the silence, but didn't want to be the one to end it. Finally, after Clay was all 'checked up', Phil spoke.
"I don't think you should be staying with them." He said. "By law, they should be put in jail. Tell me, do they mistreat you? Hit you?"
Clay's eyes widened at the question, and he internally shook himself. Don't say it, don't say it, don't say it. "It's not my place to say."
Little did he know, Phil watched him react.
"Alright." A plan was forming in his mind. "I will let your guests back in. But first, I think there's someone that really wants to see you."
Phil walked out of the room and returned with a boy in a wheelchair. It didn't even take a second for Clay to recognise who it was. His eyes glinted when the brunette reached his arms out for a hug.
"Clay!" He said, his voice croaking and sad. When he reached the blond, he hugged him ever so tightly. Clay lifted a hand to hug him back. George. George was here.
With another click announcing Phil's departure, George took a time to look at his lover. Look at him, not at the side of his face.
His lips were soon pressed onto his and they sat like that for a while, soon pushing away just to breathe. "Hello, my little Bumblebee." Clay's eyes shone like stars in the night sky.
George giggled at the comment, and placed his hand at the side of Clay's cheek. Tears laced the edges of his eyes. "I thought I'd lost you." He said, his voice so small.
Clay lifted his hand to George's and held onto it so tightly. "You can't get rid of me just yet, bumblebee."
George chuckled. "I wouldn't mind that, even if you were at my side for a hundred years."
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I wouldn't mind - he is we : https://youtu.be/h6MThVYHNH4
I think we got an achievement or something in dnf or like gream? That's so amazing! You all are insane, thank you so much!
Just saying, that song fits this story so well
i want to write dnf fluff now >•\\•>
-twig