High School//Ianthony

Chapter 46: Another Day at the Hospital

-THE NEXT DAY-

ANTHONY'S P.O.V.

Shit...what time is it? I look over at my digital clock. 2:00 p.m.......2:00 p.m.?! I need to get up and see Ian! I quickly get out of bed and put on some clean clothes. After brushing my teeth, I go to my car and start driving to the hospital. Hopefully Ian's doing better. He looked like he was going to pass out any minute last time I was there. After the somewhat long drive, I almost run into the hospital then walk up to the receptionist  "Hello, how can I help you?" She asks me, smiling. "I'm here to see Ian Hecox," I tell her. "Alright...he's in room 306, do you need any assistance getting there?" "No thank you," I say, starting to walk there. Okay...I may or may not be walking extremely fast. Almost like a run but not exactly. There it is. Ian's room. I slowly walk in, just in case if he's sleeping. But to my luck, he's not. "Hi Ian," I put on a fake smile. It still breaks my heart to see him like this. "Hey Anthony," Ian greets me, with a still weak voice. I walk over to him and sit down in a chair. "Umm....Anthony?" "Yeah?" I reply. "I've been thinking and umm....well..." There it is. He was playing with his thumbs. "And....I was wondering if your parents know about us?" Ian said the last part very quiet and barely audible. I guess I never thought about telling my parents. Should I lie? No...I should just tell him the truth.

IAN'S P.O.V.

"They don't....do they?" I ask. Anthony remained silent. Oh crap...I have to make a good first impression on them don't I. Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. Okay...I don't usually swear often but I thought that was necessary. I'm terrible at meeting new people, maybe this time will be different. "But they know I'm bisexual, they're pretty nice and you have a great personality so I am ninety-nine percent sure that they'll love you and they won't mind you staying with us," He speaks up. I blush, which is probably easier to see now that I'm extremely pale. "Are you sure?" I ask him. He laughs a little. "Of course I'm sure," Anthony answers, moving his chair closer to my bed. "So, how are you holding up?" He asks me. "Almost the same but slightly better," I answer. He grabs my hand, lacing our fingers together. "You know....I'm sorry this all happened," Anthony says. "It's not your fault Anthony," I give him a soft smile. "But it is. I should've acted quicker...then you wouldn't be in here."

ANTHONY'S P.O.V.

Wow....I've never been so harsh on myself until now. I almost sound like Ian. Well, now I know how he feels whenever something bad happens. Sure...I don't usually blame myself....maybe its only when Ian gets hurt. Yeah, that's probably it. It makes sense. "Don't blame yourself Anthony, besides. I'm going to be fine," He smiled weakly at me. I just......I hate seeing him like this. More than anything. Well, maybe not as bad as when he was actually stabbed....but still. My opinion stands. "Promise?" I ask. "Promise."

(A/N) SHORT CHAPTER...I know...kill meeeee. BUT (hehe butt. okay im like 2) The next chapter will be more interesting (possibly despondent)