Living Together (An Ianthony Fan-Fic)

Chapter Two-ER

(Anthony's POV)

The worst part was driving. I couldn't see clearly due to the tears forming in my eyes. The ambulance would of taken too long. I took out my phone at a stop sign and group messaged the members of Game Bang and some crew members to come to the Sacramento Hospital. I looked both ways and pulled back out into the main road. My phone erupted with text messages from the Game Bang members.

There were several notifications, all from Game Bang. The majority of them were frantically begging me to reply.

A text from Mari, "Wait WHAT? Anthony answer me!"

Another from Lasercorn, "Dammit what the hell is happening?!"

I could hear about thirty more notifications on my phone as the members of Game Bang texted me. But I couldn't afford to text and drive at this time. We arrived to the ER, taking the closest parking space. I put the vehicle in park, switching the key, turning off the ignition.
I patted Ian on the leg, signaling we were here. He still didn't look at me, covering his face with his hand. He must have slipped into unconsciousness. I opened my door, grabbing my phone and texting back.

"Ian got hit by some idiot's car and now we are at the ER. They are probably gonna diagnose him, so you all have time to get here"

I opened Ian's door and kneeled down so Ian could put all of his weight on me. He wiped his hand on his shirt and grabbed onto my collar. I gently stood up as he wrapped his arm around my shoulders. I felt...pleased? No, I had to focus. He limped towards the doors, unable to put any pressure on his right foot. I looked up, noticing that the sun wasn't out. This day is one of the most depressing days I have ever experienced. The doors automatically opened and we walked in. His bleeding had mostly stopped, so it didn't look as bad. A doctor motioned us to a near by room for a diagnoses. I saw some other people give us some weird looks. Either they thought we were gay or they knew we were from Smosh... or both. Ian started to loose strength from walking so far. I almost felt like giving him a piggy-back ride, but there would be no doctors that would take us seriously. I whispered into ear."Almost there, Ian. It's okay, I am here for you." And I meant it. The doctor handed me a clipboard with some papers attached to it for me to fill out. Fun.

Ian sat down onto the table, as I started pacing around the small almost cubical-like room. It smelled strongly of hand-sanitizer. I heard a knock on the door and quickly sat down, almost missing the chair. "Mr. Hecox?" The doctor looked off the papers. It took a while for Ian to respond

"Yes". I couldn't tell if it was the loss of blood speaking or if his mind was really racing. The doctor put his stethoscope in his ears and listened to Ian's heart rate. He shuddered and shook his head, lowering the stethoscope to its former position, around his neck. He then asked Ian were his pain was located. Ian pointed, straining all of his muscles just to point at his right foot. He brushed over some scrapes. I caught a glimpse of the doctors name plate. Dr. Conrad.

Dr. Conrad said nothing before he left the room. Ian and I were left in our own anxiety. Well, my anxiety, at least. It's hard to tell what he's feeling sometimes, even though he looked terrified. I closed my eyes and imagines where we would be if I hadn't sent Ian to get the package. I better get that package soon, actually. Dr. Conrad came in, giving us the diagnosis. His injuries were severe but not life threatening. He said there was no wait time at this time of day, so they could take back Ian as soon as possible. We walked out, assisting Ian. Two nurses came down the hallway, wheeling a weird portable bed. They were coming straight towards us. They worked lightning fast, assisting Ian into the bed. Without any words, they took him away. "IAN!" I yelled, outstretching my arms for him, only to be blocked by Dr. Conrad. "What do you want?" I asked, becoming sassy.

"There is a waiting room open. There are 10 people waiting, saying they are related." He said, pointing to a plain gray door. I grunted, my anger and sadness swapping places. I opened it, revealing Mari, Sohinki, LaserCorn, Wes, Joven, Flitz, Noah, Olivia, Keith, and Ryan. I stumbled back a little, clearing my throat. I can't cry in front of them! There were obviously not enough chairs in the room, so they were all sitting on the floor. I closed the door behind me. I saw worry and anxiety all in their eyes. My eyes began to water, feeling guilt in my veins. I couldn't hold it back. I feel on the floor on my knees, crying into my hands. I had stayed strong for Ian so long, I didn't know I had this is me. I gasped for air in between weeps. Mari hugged me, wiping her eyes, not wanting to to her make-up. We all held hands and waited.

(Ian's POV)

They strapped a gas mask on my face, making me dizzy. My eyes became heavy as I put my head back into a deep sleep.

{A/N}

Hey! It's Silverstream825 here. KittaiKatSweg has become slightly inactive, so most of the rest of the book will be written by me. Thank you for all the comments and votes! Peace!