Ian entered the cab joining me to go back home. It had been a wonderful day the best day I could have ever asked for. Ian differently hadn't been acting like I was accustom to, but I was enjoying it. Not that I didn't love the way Ian was before, because heaven knows I did. But grew even more in love with Ian that day.

He knew something was happening to him all over again that had happened before in a dream or something but I didn't believe him. But I never saw the end of the evening ending the way that it did. It was an evening that would change my life forever and one that I will also always cherish.

Ian had told me how I taught him to love, even though he had always known he loved me. Loving him had always been so easy for me. So I was very touched by his speech, but also caught off guard.

In the cab we kissed a little but I could sense Ian acting strange, I tried to ignore it. Then there was a bright light and I screamed. I don't remember much after that. I woke in the hospital where my best friend Lottie told me that Ian had thrown himself over me when the cab had been hit and that the cab driver had not survived.

"Ian? What about Ian?" I said with panic in my voice.

Lottie looked down, not able to look at me in the eyes. My heart sunk and I feared what she was about to say.

"Lottie, answer me, what about Ian?"

She finally looked up at me and she had tears in her eyes.

"Lottie, no. No." I said softly.

"Sam, he saved your life. He showed how much he loved you in that moment."

I didn't want to hear anymore. I lost my heart in that moment. I didn't want Lottie to tell me that Ian was gone. He couldn't be gone and me alive. He may have saved me, but if he was gone I'd rather have died too there in the cab with him.

"Sam, it's not looking good, but Ian is still alive barely. He's still in surgery. I wouldn't hold your breath though." She said with tears still in her eyes.

I didn't sleep well that night. I had some minor injuries, but that's not what made it so difficult. It was the not knowing how Ian was or even if he was alive. Why couldn't someone come by and tell me?

The next morning a nurse stopped by my room. "Morning. Do you feel up for a walk?" she asked.

I don't know why I gave the answer I did, cause a walk the last thing I wanted to do. "Sure I guess." I said.

She helped me out of the bed and we started down the room. She said she had heard what Ian had done for me that night before and she couldn't imagine the pain I might be going through. We then stopped outside of a door. "Go on in." She said with a smile.

She opened the door and I slowly walked in. There lying in the bed in the middle of the room was Ian. I looked back at the nurse and she had tears in her eyes, but she was still smiling. She the slowly backed out and left me alone in the room.

I walked over to the bed and looked at Ian with all the tubes in him connected to the machines. "Ian?" I softly said.

He stirred a little. He was alive! He slowly opened his eyes and looked at me. "Sam." He quietly said with a smile.

I smiled back and then let out a quiet cry and I couldn't stop the tears. "Ian, how could you be so stupid?"
He gave me a puzzled look.

"If you knew something was to happen, how could you risk your life for mine?"

"I love you Sam. That's how. I love you."

"I don't know what I'd do without you. I love you Ian. I love you." I said still crying.

I was able to go home later that day. But I opted to stay at the hospital until Ian was able to go home. He was released about a week later.

As we went to bed the night we got home I snuggled up close to him and laid my head on his chest where I could hear his heartbeat. This is where I wanted to stay forever.

He saved me, in more ways that just that night in the cab.

End