*Anthony's Point of View*
It was in the middle of the night, Ian was laying beside me. I couldn't help but to ponder, as to why I am still alive. Eleven years ago I felt like I wanted to die horribly, my life was beginning to crumble.
My breathing began to become infrequent, the air felt as if it was getting thicker. "Ian!" My speech began to slur and my right side starts to feel heavier. What the hell is going on? Black dots blur my vision till I couldn't hold them open anymore.
***
I woke up to nurses and doctors shoving an I.V. up my arm and some other crap was poked into my body, I was seriously feeling a bit light headed.
"Doctor he's awake," said the strawberry blonde nurse. In the corner I could hear Ian's gentle sobs.
"Sir, are you alright? Do you know who you are? Do know who he is?" The brunette nurse ask me frantically pointing over at Ian. I nod. "Can you tell me his name?"
"E.. a.. n," my speech was slurred even more, and it was getting harder to control body.
They lift up my gurney and begin to wheel me quickly down the hall. I manage to swiftly read a sign that read "Neurologist ". That makes me begin to freak out mentally, was I having a major stroke or a seizure; I couldn't tell, I was still scared and I wished for Ian to be here by my side.
I was under the MRI scans, I stay still for the thirty minutes I was under. I was bored and I want to cuddle and I feel like crying right now.
It had been thirty minutes and they push me back to my room, but it wasn't as much as a hustle this time. I want my Ian Bear right now; we finally reach the room and I was so excited to see my bear.
"Ian!" My speech was sounding a lot better than before. Ian runs over to me with visible tears in his eyes.
"Anthony I was so scared that I might have lost you," Ian voice sounds strained from crying. Ian looked ruff, his a hair looks as if he run his fingers through it more than once, his eyes were blood shot.
"Oh Ian..." I want to wrap my arms around him, but I felt to weak to even move. "Don't worry, I won't be leaving anytime soon. You can count on that," he sniffles a little bit and rubs his eyes like a small child does after they cry.
"Ian come snuggle with me," I offer him. Ian slowly gets into bed with me lying against me gently pressing his body to mine. "I love you."
"I love you too Anthony," both are breaths even out and we fall asleep.
***
I woke up hearing a knock at the door. "Ian, you have to get up," I felt him nodding and he stood up and sat in the chair next to my bedside.
"Come in!" I shout. A tall man with some facial hair, blue eyes, and gray hair walks in. He had a grin on face.
"You must be Mr. Padilla, I'm Doctor Hanes. You made us have quite a scare, I looked over your test...-" But Ian cuts him off.
"Is something seriously wrong with him?" Ian ask more awake now than before.
"Well, with no interruptions," he glares at Ian. "Mr. Padilla you are so lucky not being paralyzed on one side. Mr. Padilla you a minor stroke." My eyes widen, Ian was sitting on the edge of his chair.
"What might of caused it?" Was the question that slipped out of my mouth.
"Stress."
It had been has been horrible hour, a psychologist came up and put me on some antidepressants to help me with my depression.
"Ready to go home?" Ian grabs my duffle bag.
I never want to go through this again, from here on out I pledge to take good care of myself.
A\N: I had this idea in my head for a while, I didn't want to write a fanfic about so I put in the one-shot book-Olivia
