The ambulance arrived sooner than Brian had anticipated, but for that, he was thankful. He had no idea how long Brock had been unconscious while he was gone, and he had so many questions for the medical staff; what was wrong with Brock? With worry in his eyes, he watched as the team heaved his fiance's body onto a stretcher and into the vehicle. He held the older man's hand as someone put an oxygen mask on his still body. The ride to the hospital was an unbearable blur; Brian just wanted the love of his life to wake up. He tried to wrack his mind to see if there were any logical reason for Brock to be hurt or sick, but he could find none. His partner had seemed fine when he left for the gym just mere hours ago. There was no explanation.

So all the Irishman could do was sit and wait for the doctor to give a diagnosis as they took Brock away and got him into a room. And waiting, well waiting was going to be the hardest thing he was ever going to have to do in his life. He just wanted the other man to be okay, he just wanted to see him with that familiar light in his eyes. It would be a shame if he never got to marry Brock. For the first time in a long time, Brian prayed. Right there in that hospital waiting room, he closed his eyes and begged for his husband to be to wake up and be alright. With tears threatening to fall, he knew he couldn't cry, he had to stay hopeful and optimistic. Brock was going to be okay.

Brian had always hated hospitals. The smell burned his nose, the lights were always too bright, and the waiting room was kind of crowded even though it was late. He played with his hands while he was lost in his thoughts, wishing he could be with Brock, then decided he needed to play a game or something on his phone for a distraction. His thoughts were eating him alive, and his anxiety burned lowly in his stomach. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, he saw a doctor coming towards him. When the doctor spoke, he released a breath he didn't know he was holding in.

"Your fiance is stabilized." And Brian felt a weight leave his shoulders at knowing that Brock was at least still alive. He wanted to see him right away, but the doctor continued to talk, explaining things. "However, I am a little concerned about a few things." This statement, made the Irishman raise a curious brow. "Has Brock been losing weight or trying to lose weight?"

At this, Brian nodded, "We're getting married in about a month... He wanted to get in shape for the wedding."

The doctor looked down at Brock's chart in his hands, then looked back up to the younger man, "I see..." He trailed off. "Well it appears that Brock was severely dehydrated and lacking important things your body needs like iron and protein... Which is why he collapsed. His body is also very weak." In that moment, the Irishman seemed so far away, this wasn't real, was it?

Brian sat down and put his head in hands, "I knew he was pushing himself too hard... Damn it!" He cursed.

The doctor put a hand on his shoulder, "You can't beat yourself up, all you can do is be there for him now so he can be well enough for the wedding." He gave a soft smile and the younger man realized that he was right. Obviously Brock had some issues going on, and Brian wanted to help him get through everything. They had a lot of talking and explaining to do.

"Can I see him?" He practically begged.

"He's resting now but you may be with him. Right this way." The two then made their way down a too white hallway until they arrived to Brock's room. "All I ask is that you let him wake up on his own; he really needs his rest." The state he was in was dangerous, his body was completely wiped out.

"Of course." Brian nodded. "Thank you doctor." He was soon left alone with his fiance in the barely lit room, and Brock in the hospital bed was something that the Irishman never wanted to lay eyes on ever again. It broke his heart to see just how weak and tired he actually was. He looked so frail, so sick with all the IV tubes and wires coming out of him to hydrate his very malnourished body. "My Brocky..." Brian sighed as he sat down in a chair beside the bed and grabbed his fiance's hand. He held it tight until after a few hours, his dark eyes began to flutter open.

Brian watched him carefully, making sure he was actually waking up and not just stirring in his sleep. Of course, he needed his rest, but Brian wanted nothing more than to kiss Brock and tell him that he loved him. He was so happy that he was okay and that there was nothing seriously wrong with his help. He squeezed his hand gently, and that's when Brock's eyes landed on him. Immediately, they filled with tears and he sniffled. "I'm sorry." His voice was raspy, fragile, and in that moment, Brock closed his eyes and let the tears slide down his cheeks. "I'm so sorry Brian..."

The Irishman leaned forward so he was closer to his fiance. "Sorry? Honey, why on earth are you sorry? I'm just happy you're alright, Brocky."

The older man shook his head, "I'm sorry I couldn't be pretty enough for you."

Brian's mouth hung open, and he was so very confused. "What are you talking about?" He was almost certain that Brock wanting to lose weight for the wedding had been personal, not because of the fact that he thought Brian wasn't pleased enough with his appearance. "Brock, I think you're beautiful just the way you are. If I didn't, would I be marrying you? I love you so much no matter how much you weigh, sweetheart." His Irish lilt was soft, so gentle with the man he loved.

"At the dinner with your family... Your cousin made me really insecure, and then you went along with everything. I thought me being smaller was what you wanted. I just wanted to look good for you." Brock admitted, finally letting everything out that he'd been holding in for the past few months. It felt good to get it off his chest, but he was also very embarrassed. He hadn't wanted Brian to know about his body issues, especially after he worked so hard to lose all the weight he did.

"Brock, I went along with it because I thought you were doing it for you. I just wanted to be supportive, I'm sorry I made you think I wasn't happy with you. You don't have to lose weight for me, I promise. I want to marry you just the way you are." He let everything out as well, allowing his fiance to know just exactly how he felt, and if he were being honest with himself, he was guilty for making Brock feel bad about himself. He never wanted to make the older man feel like that ever again. But he was so glad that there was no more confusion, and no more hard feelings.

"You do?"

"Of course I do." Brian got out. "I just want you to be healthy."

Brock nodded, "No more weight loss. I need to focus on the wedding."

"And on us." Brian agreed. "I love you, so much."

"I love you too." The older man replied. "Kiss me?" He inquired softly, and the Irishman obliged, pressing his lips to his fiance's gently.