Out Of Control Sequel

TW's:
-Hospital/needles/stitches (cut+blood)
-Depression/extreme insecurity
-Negative thoughts/self hate

George's POV

We went to the hospital after a while and I had only cried. I was really sad and broken. Everyone was always mean to me and I just believed it now. If everyone was mean to me, why would they be lying then? It was just me, I was the one being in the wrong.

I didn't believe Clay loved me anymore, he was just sent by the bullies to break my heart. I wasn't going to believe it anymore, even though I loved Clay with my whole heart. I hoped he at least didn't fake one hug, I hoped he liked one time that we kissed.

I looked at our hands locked in each other's and I started crying even harder. I loved him so much, but he didn't love me back. We were sitting in the waiting room in the hospital and people looked at me in confusion. I didn't care anymore, people always looked weird at me when I was holding sheep. I just loved sheep.

I looked at Clay who was pulling me on his lap. 'Baby, please. Believe me, I love you so much.'

'How and why?'

'Because you're the sweetest, cutest, most adorable, most beautiful and handsome person ever. You have the best personality, you look very beautiful and I love you so much. I love hugging and kissing you, I love you,' he whispered in my ear.

I smiled shyly and looked down at my sheep on my lap. 'Really?'

'Yes, baby. I'm not faking anything, I love you so much.'

I nodded slowly and rested my head on his chest. 'I love you too,' I whispered. 'I think I love you more than you love me.'

'Never, then you don't know how much I love you.'

'But I'm also in love with you.'

'I'm in love with you too, baby. I'm really in love with you to be very honest.'

'Why?'

'Because you're so beautiful and your personality is amazing.'

'I am ugly.'

'You're really beautiful.'

'I'm thin, I'm small, I'm ugly.'

'Baby, you're beautiful. I love your body a lot, your height is really adorable and you're the most beautiful person I have ever seen.'

I shrugged and Clay's eyes filled with tears. 'Baby, please believe me.'

'Do I need to grow more?'

'Baby, you won't grow more and you don't have to.'

'Do I need to eat more?'

'No, you're perfect like this.'

'I can cut my hair differently.'

'Please don't, I love your hair like this, it's fluffy and it's cute. I love rubbing through your hair.'

'Do I need to do something to my eyes?'

'What? Why?'

'Because I'm colourblind and stupid.'

'No, you're not stupid and you can't help the fact your colourblind. I don't want you changing anything about yourself, I love you like this.'

'Are my clothes ugly?'

'No, they aren't. You're really cute.'

'Are my hands too small?'

'Baby, you're literally just pointing out every small detail of yourself and that's not necessary at all. What would be wrong with your hands?'

'Maybe you want a boy to hold your hand, but I have a small hand so your hand covers mine.'

'Yes and it's really cute. I love it. I love everything about you.'

'Maybe I have to be more social for you to like me more.'

'No, I don't want you to change anything, baby.'

'I can try and make a friend?'

'You don't have to make a friend, baby. You are mine and I love to be with you. I wouldn't love you more if you have a friend.'

'Maybe I could throw all my stuffed animals away.'

'I don't want you to, because they calm you down.'

I gave him sheep and watched my hands. 'I don't want it anymore. I'm a baby and everyone makes fun of me.'

'Listen to me, okay? You're not a baby and you can just have them. Grab sheep again, okay? Sheep is really sad that you left him alone.'

'Is he sad?'

'Yes, he wants to be with you.'

'Okay.'

I grabbed sheep again and hugged him tight. 'Sorry, sheep.'

'You don't have to say sorry.'

I nodded and hugged Clay. It took five more minutes for a doctor to call us and he took me to his office. My parents were also called, but I wanted Clay to come with me so they waited in the waiting room.

'Can you show me what's wrong?' he asked me.

'No.'

Clay smiled at me and grabbed my hand. 'Lift your shirt up, baby.'

I nodded and lifted my shirt up.

'Oh, that's a deep cut.'

Clay had been holding a towel on it the whole time and he looked at it. It was covered in blood.

'Hey, George. You need stitches, do you want to me to do it right away?'

I immediately started crying and grabbed Clay's hand. 'Needles. Ow.'

'He's really scared of needles.'

I started breathing faster again and I clamped my hands around Clay's waist. He kissed my head and smiled. 'It will be alright, baby. Just look at me and sheep, okay? We are going to play a story.'

I nodded really slowly and I saw the doctor grabbing some things he needed. Clay grabbed me by my cheeks.

'Look at me, baby. Come we are going to play a story. Sheep is going to the store and I'm there to help him, okay?'

I nodded really slowly and felt myself breathing really fast, I was so incredibly scared of needles.

'Look at me, baby. Hello, can I help you?' he started.

'Flower.'

'Do you need a flower? What colour flower do you want?'

I felt the doctor prick in my side and I had tears streaming down my face. 'Ow,' I whispered.

'What flower, baby?'

'Red.'

'Do you want a rose?'

'Yes.'

'I have them here.'

'Yellow?'

'Do you also want a yellow flower?'

I made sheep nod and Clay smiled. 'Here you also have a yellow flower. For who are you buying the flowers?'

'Boyfriend.'

'Really? Who is your boyfriend?'

'Bear.'

'What sweet of you. Hey baby, look at the doctor. It's all done.'

'Done? Pain? Ow.'

'It's fine, baby.' Clay wiped my tears away and hugged me. 'You're strong, baby.'

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