The end…..or, I think so at least?
Suddenly, I feel this surface under me. It feels like a bed but...ok I hear a heart monitor and I feel tubes connected to me all over. What is happening? I try to open my eyes but to no avail, I can’t? What the hell?
I hear a muffled angry voice in the distance. I wish I was able to make out who it is but...everything is too damn muffled. As if someone shoved a ton of cotton in my ears. “I don’t give a damn if I’m not family!!” “Sir please listen..” What is going on? “No you listen!! I don’t give a shit if we’re not blood, I’ve been in his life since I don’t know how long! Sure we’ve drifted apart, but I have just as much of a right to tell you not to give up on him yet!” “Sir, he’s been in this comatose state for 2 months now, his family gave us permission to unplug him, I’m sorry but-” “You’re not sorry! He has so much to live for! Don’t you dare give up on him..” I feel so confused. So out of it….I can’t think properly. I don’t know what is going on anymore. I can’t move my hands an inch, my eyes are sealed shut, and I can’t speak, but...I’m awake?
I faintly hear a door slamming, and footsteps, “Please Anthony...prove them wrong and wake the fuck up.” The voice is close enough now that I can try to pick together who this mysterious voice is. This person just needs to talk a little louder...please speak louder. “They’re only giving you one more hour to wake up please…” I hear what sounds like sobs starting to echo. “Anthony please! I know you hate me you don’t have to do this for me but wake up..” Wait, but….that’s impossible? Is that...Ian talking? But...Reflection and….what? “You are too much of a fighter to give up….I know you hate me but I meant what I said all those years ago….I never stopped loving you. Even when I wanted to hate you for leaving me behind I just...I just couldn’t bring myself to do so…” I am just so confused. It couldn’t have all been a dream? But it had to have been...all of it. Yet, it was so real….more real than what is happening right now. “Please...move your hand. Move something! Just show me a sign…” His voice becomes more pleading, word by word.
I am so confused, but clearly I have to move or else...well I don’t even know what! It’s hard to make out what is even happening right now. All I can gather is that what happened must have...never happened? I don’t even know, it’s too much to think about right now. “Please….give my hand a squeeze if you’re awake. Please?..” Is he holding my hand then? I feel as if my hearing is becoming less muffled, and my eyes no longer feel like they have weights on them. I have to do this...for him.
I try and open my mouth, that didn’t work. Ok..I’ll move my toes? Nope. Ok Anthony...just squeeze his hand like he asked. I...I can’t. It’s hard. “Anthony….please.” He begs once more. I have to do this...at least let me see his face one more time…..I hear a gasp, “Anthony?” Wait, what just happened? Did I squeeze his hand? “Oh my gosh! Nurse!” He yells, as I am left there in confusion. So...what happens now?
After a few minutes, I finally hear Ian’s voice again, “He squeezed my hand! I’m telling you he’s awake!” I hear the doctors talk, and before I know it, everything is a blur.
5 Hours Later
This time around, I am able to open up my eyes. Weakly, yet I can still open them. Everything in my body feels so weak. I can feel my hands now though, so that’s an improvement? I see a figure at the corner of my eye, I weakly look over. Is that, Ian? He’s looking out the window. He looks different. He doesn’t have his bowl haircut anymore…and he’s skinnier, he’s too skinny now. He looks different, I can’t explain it. “I...Ian?” He looks over at me, and the second he does so, he walks over to my bed, “Oh god Anthony I don’t care if you hate me I’m hugging you..” He mutters from his breathe, and wraps his arms around me. I return the embrace, “I don’t hate you..” I say weakly. “I-I don’t get how you’re alive he...i...you?” I ask weakly, as he pulls away from me lightly, “Well damn Anthony just because you erased me from your life completely doesn’t mean I’m dead.” He says, a little bitterly. “So that never happened..you were never….murdered.” I say weakly, in realization that whatever happened about that whole...time traveling….Reflection…. thing...it...never happened. “I don’t know what the hell you’re talking about Anthony...but I am just glad to see you’re awake right now.” I scratch my head weakly, “What happened?” I ask. Ian sighs, as he goes to pull up a chair. “You had a lot to drink Anthony...they….she found you on the ground, nearly dead. They all said you were brain dead….I forced them to keep you on life support and I swear it was two months I’m shocked you’re alive I just..” Ian sighs, “It was a lot. You’re lucky to be alive, that’s all I can say.” He mutters from under his breathe. I nod lightly, as I see a note on my the desk next to me, “Oh anthony don’t open-” I cut him off as I’m already opening it. It just says ‘sorry.’ and then a wedding ring falls out. I look at it in awe. Ian sighs, “Kalel...she told me you guys haven’t been doing well. She was afraid if she stayed any longer it would do more harm than good for you...I’m...I’m sorry.” Ian explains. I take a moment to let it sink in. “It’s...ok...really.” I say slowly, as I close it with my weak hands. Ian puts his arm on my shoulder, “Why are you so forgiving? The last time I saw you I..” I can barely finish the sentence before I feel a lump in my throat, so I stop. Now, is not a time to cry. Ian sighs deeply, “It’s….it’s all in the past.” He says quietly. “Anyways, you were on life support for fucks sake. Don’t think I was about to leave you alone..” He says. I nod slowly, “I really am sorry for that...and sorry isn’t even enough to express how bad I feel but..” Ian shakes his head, “I’m sorry.” I finish. He sighs, “It’ll take awhile to fully get over but, I am willing to look past it for now. Anyways, I can’t make you love me back.” I look at him in the eyes, “Ian..” I begin. “Yes?” “I love you too..” Ian’s eyes widen. His whole face is just a whole lot of shocked. I don’t know how to describe it. “I uhm..” He chokes out of his breathe, “I don’t know what to say.” He forces his throat to clear. He looks down, then right back up, “No you don’t.” He angrily says. I shake my head, “Ian I do! I wouldn’t lie to you about that!” “You...you can’t do this to me right now.” Ian quickly stands up, putting his hands on his head. He begins pacing, “Ian please. I’ve seen the world for what it is and I know I am in love with you! I can’t live without you Ian please let’s just talk this out.” He looks over at me slowly, “Anthony...its been 5 years ok? You need to...I just.” He looks as if he’s trying to find the right words to say. “You’re just...you’re gonna have to give me time.” Ian says, as he quickly leaves the room.
Oh no, what if he's already moved on?
(A/N) You thought we'd kill Ian!? Hah...hahaha...HAHAHAHAHAHAHA.
(A/N) >:3
