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Chapter 15 “Ville...Ville where are you?!”
“I’m here Bam.”
“Where? I can’t see you! I’m scared…”
“Shhh Bam don’t be scared darling it’s only the dark and I’m here”
“Please don’t leave.”
“I’m not going anywhere my love.”
“What’s happening?”
“I don’t know my love but I am sure they will figure it out soon.”
“Who are they?”
“The doctor’s lover, they will figure out things soon enough and then we will be able to go home.”
“Are you sure I’m not dead?”
“Yes love I am sure you aren’t dead.”
“Stay with me please?”
“Forever Bam…” Ville paced around the hospital waiting room wanting to hear some news on his beloved. It had been six hours since he had been brought to the hospital and still not a single word on Bam’s condition. He was a nervous wreck all the way through. His nails had been chewed to the quick and he had had at least sixteen cups of coffee in that time period. There could have been a path where he had paced from one corner of the waiting room to the other in a desperate attempt to calm himself; unfortunately it wasn’t working.
He looked at the clock on the wall, 2:53am, god this was going to be a long night and day from the look of it. He sighed and made his way over to the nearest chair and sat down burying his face inside his hands. Before he even realized he was asleep.
“Mr. Valo…” a voice came through Ville’s sleep fogged brain, “Mr. Valo…” there it was again.
Ville mumbled in his sleep, “Its Mr. Valo-Margera ass hole.”
“Well then Mr. Valo-Margera, I came to tell you that Mr. erm…”
“Mr. Margera-Valo.” Ville interjected.
“Yes well Mr. Margera-Valo, is stable and he came out of the operation just fine.” The doctor replied with a smile.
“He’s ok?” Ville realized that he was letting out a breath he never knew he was holding. Then realization hit him, “You already did the surgery?!” he exclaimed, “Why wasn’t I informed?!” he yelled.
“Now Mr...” the doctor began but was cut off.
“I AM HIS HUSBAND FOR FUCKS SAKE AND I WASN’T INFORMED? WHAT THE FUCKING HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU PEOPLE?!” he took a breath, “FIRST YOU DON’T GET ALL THE FUCKING CANCER AND NOW YOU DO SUREGERY WITHOUT ME BEING INFORMED WHEN MY HUSBAND COLLAPSES ON THE FLOOR OF OUR FUCKING WEDDING RECEPTION?! I WANT TO SEE HIM NOW!” He screamed as he tore past the doctor in the vicinity of where he thought Bam was.
“WAIT! MR...” But the doctor was cut off again by a sharp punch to the jaw sending him to the floor and several nurses rushing over to his side.
Ville didn’t care at that point and time what the repercussions of that act was going to be he just wanted to get to Bam and see what they had done to him.
Amazingly he found Bam’s room in a matter of minutes and was soon staring at the most crushing sight he had ever laid eyes on. There in the bed was his Bam, with tubes and instruments hooked up to him. It was the nightmare all over again. What happens if he never remembered Ville again? What happens if something worse is wrong? Ville held back silent tears as he watched the ventilator breath for his Bam and the blood pressure cuff turn on and then off beeping to signify its conquest.
He slowly made his way to Bam’s bedside and reached out to touch his hand that lay lifeless at his side. He couldn’t bear the sight of how sick and tired his beautiful angel looked. His head was bandaged and there were tubes trailing their snake like way out of their bandage cave.
“Oh Bam…”he sobbed, “My love…I’m so sorry.” He stifled a sob, “I wish I could fix you my darling. I would do anything to take this away from you.” He then pulled up a chair and sat. “I will be here forever.” He said as he laid his hand down on his and Bam’s hand and cried himself to sleep. When morning came the sun glistened through the crack in the blinds as Ville awakened to the sound of the ventilator pulsating up and down in some sick rhythm. He rubbed his sleep filled eyes and looked up at Bam, “no change” he thought as he looked up on his sleeping angel.
He couldn’t help the tears that formed in his eyes when he looked upon his fragile lover. This was not the Bam he knew before, this Bam was a shell of his former self almost as if all the life had drained and all that remained behind was the carcass of a beautiful souls haven.
He leaned down and brought Bam’s hand up to his face and kissed it over and over again gazing at the ring that was there. The ring, which he had given in love to his one and only, still shined as beautiful as ever in its silvery elegance and simplistic design. A single tear fell onto the ring rolling off on either side into his palm below and he felt more alone than ever in his life. Pain seemed to flow from his every pore as he gazed into Bams face wishing that life would be the same as it was before, parties, friends, skating, music, and no care in the world. He knew those days would never return and he knew for a fact that Bam would never be the same after this ordeal. Soon he caught himself falling into a sorrow filled sleep holding onto Bams hand for dear life.
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