A/N Enjoy!

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Ian woke up to a loud bang coming from the kitchen. Yawning, he got up and put on a vest. He walked into the kitchen and found Anthony baking some eggs.

'Hey sleepyhead!' he said cheerful, very unoriginal if you asked Ian.

'Hey Ant.' Ian replied, knowing Anthony hated that nickname. Anthony scowled, making Ian chuckle. 'For how long was I asleep?'

'About twelve hours, it's nine o'clock now.' Anthony replied, looking at the eggs again.

'Twelve hours?' Ian said surprised. 'Wow. But wait nine o'clock? The visiting hours of the hospital start at ten! We have to hurry!' He started to panic again. God, why was he panicking so much? He never used to before the accident.

'Relax Ian!' Anthony said, irritated. 'I'm sure she won't mind if you come a bit late. She needs her rest too, remember? Even more than you, though I know that's hard to believe.'

'Right.' Ian said, raveling his hair. 'Wait, you, not we? Are you not coming?'

'Someone needs to uphold smosh. We're already a day behind schedule. Wouldn't want that to become more, would we?' Anthony replied smugly. Ian looked a bit ashamed. 'Hey, don't worry about it, you need to make sure the girl's okay. I understand that. Just let me make sure the fans are okay, then everything's fine. Just eat your breakfast, get dressed and go to the hospital okay?'

Ian looked relieved. 'Okay. But you better make sure you edit some good videos without my help!'

'Like I need your help.' Anthony teased.

'You know you do.' Ian said, not wanting to end the banter. He sat down and started to eat the eggs Anthony just made.

'You just make sure Lysa will be fine, okay?' Anthony said, suddenly serious. Ian looked up from his eggs, noticing his friend's change in tone. He realized Lysa had found a place into his heart too. How did she do that?

'I will. She'll be okay Anthony, everything's gonna be alright.' He reassured Anthony, the roles reversed now.

'It'll better be. You go change. Don't wanna show up there in your pajamas.' Anthony said, trying to change the dark mood that had sneaked into the room back to the lighter one from just before. Ian obeyed.

'Yes sir! Right away sir!' He walked back into his room and changed his clothes. Right before riding away he decided to go to the mall first, so he could buy something for Lysa so he could show his gratitude. Because he was feeling a lot of gratitude lately.

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As Ian walked through the doors from the hospital he wondered if Lysa would be awake and if she'd like his present. What were you supposed to buy for a teenage girl who just saved your life? What did teenage-girls even like? A Justin Bieber CD? A film with Zac Efron in it? Should he have bought one of those things? He really didn't know. Well, hopefully she'll like what I bought, and if not, I can always buy something else. He greeted the female receptionist, recognizing her from yesterday. She smiled politely when he walked by. Looked like she didn't recognize him. Well, her bad.

When Ian came walking in Lysa's room she was watching some television. Tell Sell, seriously? She must be very bored. Looks like I've made the right choice!

'Hey Lysa!' He said excitingly.

'Hey Ian!' She said as excited as him, maybe a little tired but still. 'I hoped you'd come, I'm bored to death here. Where's Anthony?'

'He stayed at home, editing some videos.' Lysa nodded understandingly. Ian continued. 'I figured you might be bored so I brought you something.' He took a pretty huge packet from his backpack. Lysa looked at it with awe. Well, it was a huge package.

'You shouldn't have.'

'Right, you only saved my life, a thank you really isn't appropriate here.' Ian replied sarcastically. Lysa blushed. 'Here, I hope you'll like it. I had a hard time choosing.' Lysa tore the paper from the present.

'Oh my God! This is great! Thank you!' Lysa said excited after opening the package. It was the complete Harry Potter book series. Ian smiled. He knew he had made the right choice.

'So, you like Harry Potter?' He asked, happy that she liked it.

'I guess…' Lysa said hesitantly. 'If my reaction is anything to go by I like it. But I'm not sure…' She frowned.

Ian noticed her mood change. 'Hey, cheer up! I'm sure your memory will return in no time. How's that going anyway?'

'I still don't remember anything about myself. I do recognize things though. Like some of that rubbish on Tell Sell, I already knew some of those articles.' She answered, frowning.

'Well, that must be a good sign, right?' Ian said. He got an idea. 'Hey, why don't we try to train your memory a bit? What do you for instance remember about Harry Potter?' Lysa's frown deepened.

'Erm, about the whole story I guess, from the first to the seventh book and all the films… I don't remember reading or watching it though, so I guess we're back at the start again. I remember general knowledge, but nothing about myself.' She sank deeper into her bed. 'I'm sorry to disappoint you.'

'Hey, you don't have to apologize!' Ian said, almost shocked. 'It's not your fault. We'll just have to have some patience, how hard that may seem. It will come back. I promise you.' Lysa smiled half-heartedly.

'I believe you. I just wish I had as much faith as you.'

'Remember that conversation with Doctor Reynolds, the first time you were awake?' She nodded. 'You were really calm, you were even reassuring me when I was freaking out a lot more than you. Try to find that calmness back. That silent acceptance of the situation, and that belief that everything will be alright. You probably started to doubt yourself afterwards and lost your confidence, but you can get it back. I know you can.' Lysa looked up pleadingly.

'Do you really think I can do that? You just met me, how can you be sure?' She questioned, though a flicker of hope was shining in her eyes.

'I know you can.' Ian reassured her. 'If you can bring yourself to put your life on the line for a complete stranger, than this should be as easy as knowing that the thing you're lying on is a bed.' Lysa laughed, remembering her conversation with Ian earlier.

'Alright, I'll try.' She gave in.

'Yes!' Ian fist punched in the air. 'I knew I could convince you!'

After this, Ian and Lysa talked about the most random things imaginable, like diamond swords and itching heads and safety torches. They talked about Smosh and Ian's life, about books and the receptionist, films and much more. Ian bought some lunch in the cafeteria and stayed in the hospital until five PM. Then, the nurse with the deadly glare came telling Ian that the visiting hours were over.

'I'm glad you came Ian, I really enjoyed your company. Thank you, for everything.' Lysa said, grateful. 'Will you come visit me tomorrow? If you can find the time, that is.'

'You're welcome. I liked your company too. And I'm pretty sure I'll be able to clear my agenda a little bit.' He answered. 'Bye!'

'Bye!' Lysa waved. 'See you later!'

'See ya!'

'Sir, you really need to leave now.' The bitchy nurse said, almost literally pushing him out of the door.

'I'm leaving, I'm leaving!' Ian said, reluctantly obeying the nurse. As he was riding home, he felt satisfied. It had been a great day.

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A/N So, this was the next chapter! A bit of a filler now I think about it, but I don't mind. I don't want to rush this story, so… I hope you liked it! And virtual cookies if you can find the Tobuscus reference! Please review! Peace off!