If I Didn't Have You

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Warnings:
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Sapnap's POV

I was embarrassed when I walked upstairs with Clay. No one knew I regressed and now this random stranger suddenly knew more than anyone around me.

'I need to feed my brother first,' I smiled as I turned to Clay who was looking around him. 'He's physically and intellectually disabled as I said before. He's in a wheelchair or in his crib, he can barely say anything, but he's really cute and sweet.'

Clay nodded. 'Can I come in too?'

'Of course, he might want to hug you or he gets scared. He's almost always happy, though.'

Clay smiled at me and then walked in after me. George immediately made happy noises when he saw me and hit his arms around, hugging his stuffed bunny and sheep with his pacifier in his mouth. He was trying to say my name with his pacifier in his mouth so it sounded really muffled and sweet.

'Swawap!' He tried to lift himself up, but didn't manage to so I helped him get up, kissing his nose.

'I'm going to give you your favourite food bottle!' I smiled, tickling his stomach softly. He giggled loudly and looked at Clay with an open mouth, turning quiet.

He made a happy sound and reached his arms out to him. 'Lowe you!'

'Aww,' Clay chuckled, lifting George out of my arms. 'Hi, George. I'm Clay.'

'Kway!'

Clay giggled softly. 'Very close. You're a very handsome boy! You look very kind.'

George was quiet while Clay talked and he stayed quiet for a while, then hitting his arms around again, hugging Clay tightly. 'Bwunny!'

He held his stuffed animals up and Clay ran his hand through his hair. 'He's beautiful too! He looks as handsome as you.'

George made happy sounds and turned back to me, reaching out his hands to show me that he wanted me to hold him again. I grabbed him and held him under his thighs, kissing his cheek softly.

'Clay is very sweet, isn't he?'

'Kway!' he repeated happily.

'Do you want your favourite food?' I asked. 'After that, I'm going to wash you because Clay can't have any dairy on him and then we can play? Maybe Clay wants to play with us.'

Clay nodded. 'Of course!'

I held George and walked to the stairs as I looked at Clay again.

'How bad is your allergy? Do I need to put him in the shower after eating?'

'No, but he needs to be washed. His hands and his mouth if he chews on things. When something with dairy touches my skin I have a very allergic reaction already and when I eat it, I throw up and pass out. I have an epipen which is basically adrenaline. It gives me longer to live if I have an extreme reaction.'

'Have you ever had to use the epipen?' I questioned as we walked down the stairs.

He nodded slowly. 'A few times. The first time was a year ago or something when I passed out for the first time. Usually I pass out because my blood pressure drops very low, but my parents thought I died and stung me. The other time was a few days ago.'

'A few days ago? What happened if I may ask?'

He sighed softly. 'People are school are just dicks sometimes... a sweet girl offered me a wrap because I didn't have much to eat and the person who prepared it put it in milk as a "joke".'

'What the hell?' I exclaimed. 'That's so messed up... bullying is so shitty too.'

'It's okay, I guess,' Clay mumbled. 'Do you get bullied too or do you just think it's stupid?'

'I- uh...' I stuttered. 'I guess I get bullied too, but I don't really go to school too often, if I'm honest. I go often enough to not get the police after my ass.'

Clay chuckled and rolled his eyes. 'I mean... I can be your friend if you want me to?' he asked with a soft smile. 'I never really had friends either because for some reasons people find it funny when someone has allergies.'

'Do you have more allergies? And of course, I'd love to be your friend.'

He nodded and smiled shortly. 'I have a lot of allergies. I'm allergic to soap, the sunlight when I'm outside for too long, I have hay fever, I suspect I'm allergic to gluten too. Probably way more if I'm honest, because I always have stomach aches, whatever I eat.'

'Did you ever do like... that test in the hospital? Isn't there a test to see what you're allergic to?'

'My mother called the doctor this morning and he told me I can go in three days. I need to stay in the hospital for a few hours because my allergies are pretty bad.'

'I'll make sure to clean George. Is it enough if I wash his hands with soap and his mouth with these wet wipes? Or do you get an allergic reaction to the soap?'

'No, that's fine. I might just be itchy, but that's fine. I would like to play with George! Does he bite stuff?'

I nodded. 'He puts everything in his mouth, but I can give him his pacifier so he won't this time. He might still take it out.'

'I'll just put on gloves to make sure. I have them in my bag for situations that I need to touch stuff that possibly has dairy on them.'

I wanted to answered as George started making a lot of happy noises. He had been quiet to let us talk, but he seemed to miss me and hugged me tightly with a big smile on his face.

'Swapnap. Lowe you!'

'I love you too, Georgie. I love you very much.'

'Vewy uch,' he tried to repeat me.

'You've been doing such a good job with saying some words lately! I'm so proud of you.'

He processed the words for a while and then smiled, lifting his bunny. 'Bwunny!'

'That's you're bunny! He's your friend, isn't he?'

'Fwiend!' He looked at his bunny and sighed softly, trying to point something out, but he couldn't say the words and gave up, resting his head against my chest as I put him down in his wheelchair.

'What did you want to tell me?'

'Kiwl...' he tried. 'Bwoi.'

Clay tapped my shoulder. 'I think he's trying to say that his bunny is a girl.'

'Oh, is your bunny a she?' I asked with a soft smile.

George made a happy sound and hugged his bunny which is understood as a yes.

'She's a beautiful bunny!'

George got really excited and hit his arms around again as I grabbed his food. Clay sat on a distance to make sure he wouldn't get it on him as I fed George.

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