Anthony Beauvillier Imagines

emergency contact

Tito always warned you about taking care of yourself. You had a tendency to get lost in your work and skip meals or leave your water bottle at home and go the whole day without even thinking about taking a sip of water. But when you'd come down with a cold, Beau's insistence that you take care of yourself grew tenfold.

"Did you take DayQuil?"

"Yes."

"And ate breakfast?"

"Yes."

"And you-"

"Anthony," you cut him off as he stared at you from his place at the door. You never used his full name so he knew you were serious. "I'm fine. I will survive going to work for the day while you do tape review. Okay?"

Tito groaned before nodding and pressing a kiss to your hair, "I'm just worried about you baby. Call me if you need anything, okay?"

You nodded, leaning into Tito slightly before he left for the day. After he shut the door you heaved a sigh before gathering your work things and heading into the office for the day.

It's only took 45 minutes of being at work before your migraine cropped back up. You pushed it aside as you worked on the document in front of you.

But the pain became worse, to the point where you could barely see your screen. You groaned and shut your laptop, deciding that you needed a snack and a break from your work.

As soon as you stood up your head began to swim, your fingers reaching for the edge of your desk to try and balance yourself. The attempt was futile as your knees buckled and your vision went black.

-

Tito was sitting across from Petey and Brock, the trio spread out across Brock's living room reviewing film. Just as Elias paused the tape Tito's phone rang.

"Lemme grab this real quick," Anthony stood from the couch, Elias throwing a pillow at him.

"Bring back more beer!"

Tito laughed as he answered the call, walking into the kitchen, "Hello?"

"Hi Im calling from Vancouver General Hospital. Is this Anthony Beauvillier?"

"Yeah that's me. Is uh- is everything okay?" 

"I have Y/N Y/L/N in the ER and you're listed as her emergency contact."

Tito's heart dropped as he set the beers in his hands down and went to slip his shoes on. Petey and Brock stared at him but he couldn't be bothered to acknowledge them as he tried to locate his keys.

"Is she okay? What happened?" Tito tried to keep the panic out of his voice but it was hard when the woman across the line wasn't telling him anything.

"I can't release medical information on the phone," the woman said in a dull monotone. "Would you be able to come down to our emergency department?"

Anthony finally located his keys and made his way toward the front door, "I'll be there in fifteen minutes."

As he hung up his phone Anthony finally looked to Brock and Petey who both looked concerned, "Y/N is in the ER. I gotta go."

The boys barely got out a few reassuring words to Tito before he was out the door and driving to the hospital, worry lacing his body as he raced to where you were.

-

"She should be fine, she was extremely dehydrated when she was brought in so we started her on an IV. And I'm assuming the cough and cold have been going on for awhile?"

"About a week."

"Sounds about right. She's developed acute bronchitis but it's very mild so we've already started her on a course of NSAID's to help with the the inflammation. She'll need plenty of rest the next few days."

"Okay, thank you so much."

Although you couldn't tell who the other person talking was, you quickly determined it was a doctor talking to Tito.

Fuck...

That meant you were in the hospital, right after Tito tried to warn you about taking care of yourself. You heard the door shut and slowly peaked your eyes open, watching at Tito settled into the chair at your side and hung his head. His hands ran through his hair before he took a deep breath, eyes locked on the floor.

"Baby...," you whispered, Tito's head popping up at the sound. "Hi. I'm sorry."

Before you could move a muscle Anthony hopped out of the chair, fingers running across your forehead as he pressed a kiss to the crown of your head, "You scared the shit out of me."

You sighed at Tito's words, leaning closer to him, "I'm sorry. I thought I'd be okay at work. I should've listened to you."

"Don't apologize, I'm just glad you're okay," Tito leaned down to meet your eyes. "You are okay, right?"

"Yeah I got a migraine and went to stand up and...," you sighed, squeezing your eyes shut to try and keep out the panic that clawed at your chest. "And then I woke up here. So I have no idea what happened."

Anthony sensed your panic as he pulled you into a tight embrace, his hands skating over your back slowly in a comforting manner. Just his touch on your skin had your breathing slowing, body relaxed in his hold.

"The doctor will be back in an hour to make sure you're okay then I'm taking you home and you're not leaving bed for the next two days."

"What if I have to pee?"

"I'll carry you to the bathroom."

"And when you have your game tomorrow night?"

Tito fixed you with a look that had you grinning instantly, knowing you were pushing his buttons, "You're killing me here."

"I know, but you love me right?"

"Yes baby," Tito leaned down and pressed a gentle kiss to your lips. "I love you so much."