Please don't kill me. I had to do it. I'm sorry for the double wedding dreams I crushed... I swear to god, I had to do it. Oh god, I'm gonna be murdered in my sleep! I apologized! Don't kill me. My friends are reading this and are currently glaring at me. If look could kill, I'd be dead 100x over. As always Enjoy! Luv u, Mwah!

Ian's POV

I couldn't believe my reality, sleep was no longer an option due to the nightmares. The hours I spent awake weren't much better. My mind kept going back to the memories. If it was at any other time I would have found it amusing just how much of my life she has taken over and consumed but now it I can't do anything as memory after memory assault me. I look over at Maxon who was staring blankly at the wall, processing nothing. The doctor had come out a minute ago with the news that I'm positive made my heart stop beating. Except it didn't. I wish it had. Olivia had cried herself to sleep and was now curled into herself, tears slipping out still and whimpers every now and then.

I remember the time that I had gotten sick on one of our trips here. She had taken excellent care of me and I had promised to do the same, except I failed. I failed her.

I slip back into the memory, my heart clinging to any piece of her that it can get.

I groaned and stretched out on the bed. It was too hot but it was only a minute before that it had been too cold. I despised being sick, especially when this time was supposed to be spent hanging out with Liv, Max and Tasia. Damn it, I missed spending time with her. I glared at whatever was in my sight as if that would make me get better.

I got the distinct feeling that I was being watched and turned my head slightly, for fuck's sake, I can't even do that without feeling nauseous!

I was glad I had done it though because the sight of my angel at the doorway helped me. She walked towards me slowly, a smile on her lips.

"Hey" I croaked out, wincing at my own voice.

"Hi" She replied sitting next to me. I curled into her slightly, almost by instinct. I realized that this could make her sick and pulled away.

"You shouldn't be here, you could get sick" I whispered, my voice refusing to get any higher.

"I'll be fine. I'm not the one that currently has a 105 degree fever." She replied smirking slightly and pulling her legs onto the bed. She leaned against the headboard and pulled my head onto her lap, stroking my hair.

I let out a moan, sighing in pleasure as she ran her fingers through my hair.

"You know we're supposed to be keeping our relationship a secret" I say as I look at her, a tired smirk on my face.

"No one's gonna suspect anything. Everyone went out, I offered to stay to take care of you." She replied.

"You should've gone with them" I say, guilt rising in me.

"Stop that. I chose to stay because i WANTED to. Alright? Now how about we get you something to eat?"

"I don't wanna eat" I mumbled burrowing myself into her even more.

"I know baby, but you have to if you want to get better" She said and picked up the phone to ring the kitchen.

"Ronnie can you send up some food, heating pads and ice packs? I'm in Ian's room" She spoke quickly, her hand still running through my hair.

The food came up quickly enough and I eat some reluctantly. We spent the rest of the day just watching movies and spending time together. The last thought before I slipped into sleep was that with this woman by my side, everything is good.

Shaking myself back to the present, I look around the corridor again. We hadn't moved. Aunt Amberly and Uncle Clarkson hadn't come upstairs yet. I don't even know how we're going to tell them. I can't even process it myself.

Involuntarily, my eyes slipped to the door of her suite and suddenly all I heard was a steady beep. A flatline. How they knew she died. Even though it had stopped quite a while back, the noise refuses to leave my head and it's amplified now, taking over all my senses. I fall to the ground, gasping for air and...

No I'm not gonna do that again. The chapter's too short for cliffies.

wake up gasping. I'm sleeping on the couch in the Princess suite. My eyes look over to the bed, reassuring myself that it was just a dream. She's here, she didn't die, she's alive. It takes a while to calm myself. I know I'm not going to get any sleep and walk over to the bed, climbing in with her, careful not to disturb any injuries. I wrap my arms around her and bury my face into the crook of her neck. I breathe in her scent and calm down. Her eyelids flutter lightly before she opens them and I look at her. She turns her head and gives me a small smile.

"Hi" she says.

"Hi" I reply pressing a kiss to her lips.

"What's wrong?" She asked concerned.

"Nothing... just a bad dream. I'm fine" I say, trying to convince myself and her. At her raised eyebrow, I continue.

"I dreamed that you were... that you were dead." I say, hating the word dead.

She wraps her arms around me slowly, and I can see that each movement is killing her. I quickly try and stop her from aggravating the injuries further but damn if she isn't stubborn. She sits up slowly, resting against the headboard and I help her, supporting most of her weight.

"I'm good, I'm good." She says, wincing and gasping.

"Stubborn as hell" I muttered and she just gave me a tired smirk.

"Damn right" She replied. "I'm not that easy to get rid of"

"You better not be. Now come on. You need some sleep" I say, pulling her down, so that my arms were wrapped around her and she tugged lightly on my shirt, indicating she wanted me closer. I was happy to oblige, pulling myself closer to her.

Yayay! All's good right? Let's put away the weapons people. Show some restraint. I value my life and I adore Natalia and Ian. I'll prob kill myself first. And my friends would murder me. Later ppl.