-Ian's Point of View-
I watch as Anthony's body falls to the ground and next thing I know the police and paramedics come rushing into the room. The police grab the masked man that shot my Anthony. Speaking of Anthony the paramedics rush him off to the ambulance. How can the best day become the worst day of my life so quickly?
I run towards the ambulance before they close the door. I want to ride along with him.
"Please let me ride along with him?" I beg them.
"How are you related to him?" asked the one paramedic.
"I'm his boyfriend," I told them.
"Sure thing," said the second paramedic.
I hop in the back. I grab hold of Anthony's hand, I give him a light squeeze, even though he probably doesn't even know I'm here at all. I just can't believe that he stepped in front of a gun man and took a bullet that was went meant for me.
We finally arrive at the hospital, where Anthony was soon whisked off to the ER. At tat point I had no clue what to do, but wait. Soon after a nurse told me that Anthony was put into surgery. My mind was going through some crazy scenarios, what if he dies, what if... e doesn't remember me? I knew the stress was taking over my train of thought.
About thirty minutes later the Smosh game crew came by to see what was up with Anthony, they didn't stay long. No one really stayed long. An hour later the same nurse that informed me about Anthony's surgery, came back and informed me that he was out of surgery.
i rush to his room, he was still knocked out from the medicine they gave him. The doctor walks in with his clipboard.
"Hello, I'm Doctor Heartwell," he swiftly introduces himself. "It appears that Mr. Padilla was shot in the chest right there. One inch away from the heart, luckily not hitting any important organs. He will be in a coma for about maybe three weeks because of blood loss."
I nod, the doctor walks out and I lean towards Anthony, I whisper. "You hear that babe, your very lucky, all your good deeds finally are payed off."
His arms twitch a little, must be a small spasm. I learned about that when I was in high school in first aid, Anthony would fall asleep in class. I smile at the memory, it's one of the best memories of me and Anthony, expect the one of when we were in high school and he stood up on the table; confessing his love for me.
Reality comes back to me. I wish he was here, up and well. A tear rolls down my cheek, I miss him. It's almost like he's trapped inside his own body. I wish the healing prossesing goes well.
(Anthony's Point of View)
I try lifting my arm. No luck. I try wiggling my fingers. Still no luck. I remember what happened. I suddenly hear voices going on all around me, I turn to face them. Only to find them my good memories.
The first memory was of Ian and I first meeting. The second was are first kiss. Third was me standing on the table confessing my love. The last was the best memory was of Ian and I getting back together. All my good my memories are the ones Ian and I made together.
I heard another voice, it wasn't from memory. "I love you, Anthony." It was Ian talking to me.
I guess he mut of fell asleep because I can here him snoring. I to let myself fall asleep, replaying the memories I've stored of me and Ian together.
[A/N: What's up Oreos? I know I said I wasn't going to upload anything, but I got a new laptop for Christmas so I wanted to upload somthing on it. Merry Christmas. Also before I forgetwhat was your favorite gift for Christmas? Comment what it is. My favorite is of course my laptop. -Olivia]
