A Note From the Author:
Okay so this is my second Iancorn story. It will be darker and will involve drug use. For now this won't be rated M, but you never know what will happen later. Originally this chapter was going to be longer, but I can't seem to focus so I shortened it. So that means tomorrow you'll either get the rest of this chapter or a super long one.... Enjoy and feel free to review!
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"How's he doing?" a worried woman asked nervously. From her voice alone you could hear she hadn't slept and was getting close to going insane from not being notified about her son's condition.
"Your son still isn't awake ma'am. We're just lucky you found him when you did." A man said in a calm reassuring tone. He saw that his words didn't help the woman and added, "I promise we'll let you in to see him once he's up and his vitals have been stabilized." The woman replied with a muffled sob as she returned to her seat.
Finally Ian opened his eyes. He found that instead of being in some strange afterlife far beyond the human world he was in a hospital. Looks like over-dosing on sleeping pills wouldn't kill him either. He went to sit up when he realized he was hooked up to a handful of machines and there was a tube in his throat, probably to help him breath. Carefully he pulled it out and set it next to him on the hospital bed.
"Anthony! He's awake," Matt said as they rose from the guest chairs across the room to stand at their friend's bedside. Matt slapped Ian across the face, "What the hell is wrong with you?!"
"Ow!" Ian exclaimed as he reached toward his face but the number of cords and IVs attached to him restricted the movement, "What was that for?"
"For trying to kill yourself dickhead," Anthony replied, forcing himself to not hit Ian as well. This whole scene confused Ian even more. He remembered trying to kill himself, but only because Anthony and Matt were dead. At least he thought they were dead. Not to mention Joshua was taken off life support a few days earlier and was hopefully still fighting for his life upstairs.
Anthony could see the bewilderment and confusion clearly written all over Ian's face, but said nothing because he had no answer to what was going on either. "Listen, just don't go suicidal again, I didn't like watching my best friend laying there lifeless in front of me. "
"Hey!!" Matt said as he bumped Anthony's shoulder, "What about me?" Ian laughed and stuck his tongue out at his friend. While he was having fun joking around with them like the old days before the accident Ian was still trying to figure out if they never died and all of this was real or if this was just some dream his mind had created as a coping mechanism that would just upset him later on, but at that moment the door to his room opened and two nurses hurried in. Matt and Anthony looked at themselves in shock as they started to fade away.
"Ian?" One of the nurses said as she realized he was staring into the distance. That brought him back to what was happening in his room, "You shouldn't have pulled this tube out. Are you alright?" Ian replied with a simple "yes" as he continued to stare where two of his best friends had been standing a moment ago.
"I'm stopping the morphine drip." The other nurse stated as he removed the bag that was running liquid into Ian's body.
"Good," the nurse next to Ian said, "Then go get Takahashi" she added. While Ian tried to decide if Anthony and Matt were a just a dream or a product of a medication he might have been forced to take. Finally after a few minutes of wondering, a Japanese man walked in.
"Why, it's good to see you awake Mr. Hecox."
