Heartsick Part 7
Title: Heartsick [thanks to Slasher48 for the title, Vammy pic for you!]
Pairing: Vam
Disclaimer: I own NOTHING! I tells ya, nothing!
Summary: Something's wrong with Ville, but what?
Warning: Angst and stuff 'cos I was depressed
Authors Note: I now have a title! thank you to
slasher48 who kindly suggested the title :D [Vammy pic for you, just let me know how you want them Lol :D]
And another mini note in the story of my life, I've completely F*cked up my ear lobes now, I haven't got them peirced, so i used some Fake ear rings for the last week, and now they've broken the skin of my earlobes and one of them has swolen up so whoo -_-
Story now yes?
Chaper 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chaper 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6
I sudden sharp pain in the back of my head caused me to cry out, arching my neck slightly. Why was my head hurting now?
I slowly opened my eyes to find I was back in the hospital bed. I groaned as the bright white stung my eyes. I propped myself up on my elbows until I was able to gather enough strength from my weak body, starved of nutrients that it needed, to sit upright and I was able to get a better look of the room. Granted, it was the same room, but one obvious thing was missing.
Bam.
I felt a wave of panic wash over me, he was the only person I could trust, and now he wasn’t here. My eyes went wide and the room suddenly seemed a lot bigger than I remembered it being. I felt the horrible tickle in the back of my throat beginning to become noticeable to me. I fought it down as I attempted to figure out where Bam had gone, gazing round the room, I saw nothing out of place. I tried to calm myself; he hadn’t left me that was a stupid thought! He’d probably gone to get something to eat, it’s not like he was being forced to stay in this room with me. He had a life. I was reciting things to myself, My arms wrapped round my knees that I’d drawn in to my chest, My forehead rested gently on my folded arms, I’d created a space for me too look into which was dark, it allowed me to calm myself. I concentrated on my breathing, slowing it down from its fast raspy Uneven speed that it had quickly risen to, to a speed that was calm and relaxed, as I tried to get my thoughts together.
Suddenly I heard something, I didn’t move but I knew something was happening. My breaths caught in my throat as I was paralyzed with fear, oblivious to who had just entered my room.
“Oh Ville! I’m sorry” Said a voice, and I felt two arms pull me out of my dark cavern and hold me against his warm chest. Bam was back.
I straightened my knees out a bit, half lying in the bed, half sat up, cuddled into Bam’s top which I held onto, tears suddenly came to my eyes and slowly slid down my pale cheeks. I felt him wipe away the tears that were half way down my face, so not to catch my eyes.
“I’m so sorry Ville, I really am,” he whispered to me as he slowly pulled me away from his chest so he could look at me and talk to me, face to face. He held up gently by my shoulders, to make sure I could stay sat upright.
“What do you remember? I need to know” He said, his voice remaining soothing and calm whilst it also became serious at the same time “I need to know Ville, Tell me. What do you remember?”
I sniffed a little, bringing a hand to wipe the remaining tears from my face, “I remember what I usually remember, Nothing but what you’ve told me” I managed to say in little more than a whisper. I gazed directly into his blue eyes that suddenly showed a slight hint of disappointment. His hands removed them selves from my shoulders and were placed, instead, slightly awkwardly on the edge of the bed.
“Why?” I asked softly
“Yesterday you passed out, but before you passed out, you…” He paused, avoiding looking me directly in the eye, “You remembered me, you called me Bammie”
Suddenly I felt guilty. I felt really bad that something a simple as my memory loss was causing him this much grief, he’d lost the Ville he used to know, the Ville he loved. My heart ached, I knew this had to be my fault somehow, and that alone was tearing my heart apart. Someone who seemed as nice as Bam should not have to be put though the emotional pain he was going through.
“The doctors said your mind will process some things and that will bring back an old memory, eventually you will remember most of the things you’ve forgotten” Bam explained, his gaze returning to my eyes, sorrow dancing in the wonderful shade of blue that made up his eyes. A small pout had formed on his lips. Lips so smooth and rosy, lips made to be kissed.
Before I could fully process what I was doing I had cupped Bam’s cheek softly and gently in my hand, making sure he was still looking at me. I smiled softly at him as I whispered slightly seductively,
“Help me remember”
My face drew closer to his and I tenderly captured his lips with mine.
And here's the compensation piccy it's my old one, computerized!
