One Minute

4 days after

-IAN POV-

After the initial shock of me waking up, Anthony was actually alright for the rest of the night. No crying this time.

Me, I wasn't so fine.

After the doctors noticed me, they sat me up in my bed.

And then I looked down.

There were scars and burns everywhere. Casts were covering all four of my limbs. They had me on so much medication, I couldn't feel anything. But the sight of it all was enough to make me scream.

I looked like one of those burn victims in those hospital dramas. And I hated it.

I didn't hate it because it made me look bad; it was pretty easy to avoid looking down. I hated it because Anthony kept blaming himself for it. The second he got a full look at me, the morning after that tearless night, he broke down in tears again.

I tried telling him it was fine; it wasn't his fault, it wasn't anybody's fault, just please stop crying, but Anthony wouldn't listen.

It eventually got better. Anthony and I would talk and joke sometimes. I even made him laugh once.

The doctors told us we would be fine, and we would be out of the hospital in two weeks if we were lucky.

And I swore that I would tell him as soon as I got out of that hospital.

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sorry this is short but ill post a longer one tomorrow ok bye