Running with a murderer (Schlattbur) (DISCONTINUED/REWRITING)

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Darryl opens the door with confusion.

" George?? "

George stood there with a baby bag and toby in his arms. His eyes were teary and his nose was red, he was crying.

" George? Are you okay? What's wrong– "

" darryl can you please watch toby for me? Just for a few hours, I have to do something and I can't bring him with me. I don't know how long I will take but can you please? "

Darryl stares at the sad husband and nodded, grabbing the little baby and his bag. He gave George a comforting smile " of course George, he's safe and sound with us. " George nodded, leaning down at toby and pecks his cheek " bye bye toby, I'll see you later love. "

He looks up at his best friend.

" thank you darryl. "

Darryl smiles.

Off George ran to his car and got inside driving off. He set in the location of the hospital where that boy if located. Reading all of those messages techno and clay sent back and fourth, he wasn't too sure to trust his husband again or believe whatever his husband says about his job.

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George made it to the hospital, he cleaned himself up and made sure he didn't look like he was crying.

He parks his car and walks to the entrance of the hospital. George walks inside of the building passing people coming in or out. George looks around and walks to the front desk.

The nurse looks up at the male and smile,

" hi, how can I help you? " she asked " oh, um, i-i'm looking for my stepbrother traves (last name) I have been told he was in this hospital?? " the lady nodded " okay, hold on for second. " typing on the computer " oh he's on the third floor, room three thirty nine. "

George smiles,

" thank you. "

And walks off to the elevator. He got inside and so many things went through his mind as the doors closed, he felt scared and nervous. George didn't know what was going to happen but he was terrified.

Should he just leave??

The elevator beeps, a shaky sigh escaped his mouth and walks out of the elevator walking around to search for the room number. After a while he finally found the room.

George steps inside and his eyes widened.

There laid the travis kid on life support. Bandages wrapped on his arms, shoulders, head and legs. George couldn't help but whimper at the thought of his husband doing this. This poor kid… he didn't deserve this.

George walks towards the bed and stood beside travis side.

He was bruised up on the face. He had a black ring around his eyes. George couldn't imagine how this boy cried for help, the pain he went through. He hated the though.

He is so young.

No kid his age should even put on this, nearly losing his life… by his husband.

The door creaks open making him look up. There stood a tall male with glasses, confusingly staring at the british male.

" uhm… can I help you? "

George stared at him " w-who are you? " George asked " I'm his friend. Who are you? " he said crossing his arms " you're travis friend? " the male nodded " are you one of Travis's friends? " the male asked.