One Damn Cold Night

Crossed Marks and Crossed Hearts

Where was he?

He heard a lot of noises: people talking, loud footsteps, someone shouting, even a siren on the background.

What the hell happened?

Anthony realized he was in an ambulance as soon as he opened his eyes, and a sigh of relief escaped his lips. He was okay. After all someone had found them. Wait, them... Where was Ian?

He almost jumped out of the gurney he was lying in when he remembered his friend. What if they hadn't been able to save him? They weren't in there for that long, but anything could have happened. Anthony's thoughts were racing. What if he was never able to see him again? Oh god, what if...?

He felt a pair of hands hold him down and he looked at his left. A man not much older than him was sitting by his side, telling him to lie down again. He had a stethoscope hanging around his neck and he was wearing a white coat, with a little name label that read "Alexander", so Anthony assumed he was a doctor.

"Wow, careful there." Alexander's hands went around his shoulders again, pushing him down, but the boy rested himself on his elbows firmly and stayed there.

"Where is he?", he spoke in a weak voice.

"Sir, I need you to calm dow-..." Anthony cut him off again, getting desperate.

"Where is he?", he repeated, this time louder, but still as weak.

 Before the doctor could say anything, a voice Anthony knew all too well spoke.

"He's fine. You're both fine."

John, his and Ian's co-worker and new friend, stood outside of the ambulance, scratching his neck awkwardly.

"Jo-John?", Anthony let out as said man climbed into the vehicle. He muttered something like "I'll look after him" to Alexander, and he got out of the ambulance.

The dark brown haired boy frowned while the doctor climbed out and went over to an ambulance next to the one he was in.

"Why the heck is he going? Just leaving me like this with you and-Why am I in a ambulance and not in the hospital? No, wait, just tell me where he is."

He was tripping over his own words, looking at John with hopeful eyes. The man in the chair next to him chuckled and patted his shoulder, making him lie down again.

"One question at the time, dude", he smiled. "You aren't in a hospital because they didn't have the time for that. You two had been on a freezer at minus degrees, not for too long to get something severe but enough to stay in an ambulance and get warmed up until you wake up."

He nodded, and looked over his companion's shoulder to see the doctor just a few meters away from the vehicle.

"So why did that dude leave?", he said, referring to the doctor.

"Well, because you're supposedly okay right now and there shouldn't be any kind of problems. He jut told me not to put stress on you." The older one stayed silent, but just for a second, before he was laughing softly.

"And because I was a little bitch since they got you in here, telling them I had to stay to talk to you when you woke up and stuff, and they literally had to kick me out of here."

Anthony giggled, resting in his elbows again ang John huffed, but let him stay like that.

"But didn't you want to talk to Ian?", he asked, because why would he only want to talk to him and not his Ian?

"Yes, but they got him in the ambulance before you and they already had everything closed so I came here", he shrugged. Then, taking a breath, he spoke again.