One Minute

Two weeks and Five days after

I waved goodbye to the doctors who had watched over Anthony and I got the past two and a half weeks.

I helped Anthony with his crutches; he would have to use them for an extra week or so. My left arm was in a sling, so I wasn't rendered completely useless.

We walked outside to see all our friends and family gathered outside. We would go celebrate at our favorite restaurant. Anthony looked a bit off; I figured I would ask him what was wrong later.

-ANTHONY POV (yes finally a pov change thank god)-

I almost lost him.

Every time I look at him, I think it. I almost lost him. I almost lost my best friend.

I almost lost the love of my life.

There was only one thing keeping me from completely losing it in that hospital.

A few seconds before we blacked out, Ian whispered something in my ear, something I would never forget:

"I love you."

Maybe I dreamed it. Maybe he was just saying it because he was scared. Maybe he didn't mean that kind of love.

But the small chance that he feels the same way that I've felt for years, that's what was keeping me through everything.

If I had lost him, I would have lost my other half.

I would have lost the only missing piece  of my life.

And that still scares the living daylights out of me.