Georges P.O.V
"Squeeze my hand if it hurts too much"
He nodded. I gently began to clean out the wounds on his chest. I wrapped the wounds with gauze, still holding his hand. I look into his eyes.
"All done"
He smiles at this.
"Th-Thank You"
I smiled and stood up.
"You might want to rest for a bit."
He stood up and I walked him to his bed. I laid him down and tucked him in the soft blankets.
"Get your rest"
He closed his eyes. What time was it? 4:00. I looked back at Sammy. At least he was okay. My phone buzzed, notifying me that someone was calling. I took it out of my pocket and checked it. My father was calling me. I answered and put it up to my ear.

Samuels P.O.V
I sat with my eyes close, relaxing, until I heard a buzz. I felt George get something out of his pocket.
"Hello?", George asked
"Its about time", a similar voice replied.
"Why are you calling? Did something happen to mom?!"
"Your mom is fine, I'm here to talk about something else."
"What is it?"
"You and what you are"
George sighed and got up, letting go of my hand. I heard the door open and close. I could hear George, muffled, through the wall.....he was yelling....I don't like yelling....I put my hands on my ears and opened my eyes. I sat up and looked at the door. He was out there for quite some time and  I began to worry. I hear him walk back towards the door. I removed my hands.

Georges P.O.V
Really?! He called to ask about my sexuality!!! WHAT THE HELL!!! He knows I'm gay! He thinks that liking guys is some sort of disease! He even tried to take me to doctors once for it! He wants me to be his perfect, little, straight son. I stood outside a minute to calm down. When I walked in I saw Samuel sitting up on his ned, his knees to his chest.
"Are you okay?", he asked.
"Im. Fine.", I said harshly.
"Are you sure?", he reached out and put his hand in my arm. I pushed his hand off.
"I SAID IM FINE!", I yelled at him. He jumped back and began to tear up.
"Oh.....sorry..", he looked down.
"WELL YOU SHOULD BE!"
He nodded, a tear falling down his face.
"Crybaby...", I said, looking away from him. He ran to the bathroom and locked the door. How could one word have such effect on him?