Heartsick Chapter 8
Title: Heartsick
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: This will be ending soon I have it all planned out, I know how it's ending and I know what i'm doing here, So expect this to end shortly. Thank you to the readers who have given me wonderful comments and I promise i'll write another story soon :D
And just so you guys know, There is one or two Chapters left, depends on how evil i feel, but i will write an epilogue.
Story now? Ok here we go
Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7
I felt Bam kiss me back, I smiled slightly and put a bit more passion into the kiss. I moved my hand from his cheek to run my fingers, gently, through his hair. Moments later we pulled away. I smiled at him, licking my lips slightly. Bam smiled back and laughed softly
“Remember anything yet?” he asked me, innocently.
I shook my head, “I don’t think so Bammie, can we try again?” I smiled and laughed slightly.
“Wait, what did you say?” He asked, suddenly sounding exited.
“I said ‘I don’t think so Bammie, can we try again?’ wait a moment.” I said, pausing slightly at the end of the sentence. “I-”
“You said Bammie! You remembered!” Bam almost squealed and he pulled me into a tight, loving embrace.
“You know, I should kiss you more often” I whispered playfully in his ear as he hugged me, almost painfully.
“Bad news though,” Bam muttered to me softly as he slowly pulled back from his tight hug, his arms, still wrapped round me, played with the silly hospital gown I was wearing. I froze. What was the bad news?
“What’s that?” I managed to say whilst breathing out. My words were formed but the fact they were more air than words made Bam shiver slightly in front of me. I looked slightly hopeful, but Bam’s saddened expression made me doubtful.
“You’ve been scheduled in for you operation-” He began but I cut him off as soon as my brain clicked onto the word ‘Operation’
“Wait, Operation? What about an operation, I can’t have an operation, I just can’t! You don’t understand me! I’m terrified of it, I can’t stand the thought of razor sharp objects slicing open my skin when I have no control over what is happening to me, I just-” I began to ramble but got cut off by Bam’s soft lips being pressed gently against mine for the second time today. I smiled and relaxed slightly.
Bam pulled away and smiled, placing a comforting hand on top of mine
“As I was saying, you’ve been scheduled in for your operation next week, but the doctors have put you on the ‘Emergency Patients’ list, considering you could die if your tumour isn’t removed. And as you haven’t been eating, there’s no need to put you on ‘Nil-by-mouth’ so they’ve moved your operation to… this afternoon” Bam finished his sentence and avoided looking me in the eyes. I panicked slightly, my operation was today? How could I go through with this? I couldn’t that was apparent to me, but I had to. I knew that, I needed to get better, I needed to remember, and I needed to have this Operation in order to do those things.
“When this afternoon?” I asked glancing down at Bam’s watch. It was already 12 O’clock, and it was technically this afternoon already.
“Half one” Bam muttered. I felt my eyes widen again, causing my head to ache slightly. My stomach seemed to catch on to the fact the tumour would be removed soon and decided to put me through as much pain as possible in those last moments, which, unfortunately for me, meant a whole hour and a half of surges of pain, coughing up blood and vomiting countless times.
Soon it was quarter past one, and Bam was helping the Doctors and Nurses, who I had never seen before in my life, who came in to get me ready for my operation. I could feel my heart attempting to escape my chest, thumping painfully against my ribs, I knew this was it. After this I would be rid of the tumour, I would be free from the surges of pain and the violent fits of coughing that often lead to blood being forced out of my mouth, along with the bile and little remains of what happened to be in my stomach.
They allowed Bam to escort me to the operating theatre, I felt safer knowing he was there, He’d even told me that because of who he was, which meant nothing me to because I couldn’t remember who he was apart from that he was called Bam Margera, He was allowed to watch, or ‘keep an eye on me’ as he put it, so he was sure nothing would go wrong. Which he assured me nothing would go wrong when he caught sight of the horrified look on my face, I whimpered. This was it though, get through this, make a good recovery and I was free again, well, not really free because I didn’t know anything apart from what Bam had told me.
But now, this was it. It was time for my operation, and, finally the Tumour was being removed.
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: This will be ending soon I have it all planned out, I know how it's ending and I know what i'm doing here, So expect this to end shortly. Thank you to the readers who have given me wonderful comments and I promise i'll write another story soon :D
And just so you guys know, There is one or two Chapters left, depends on how evil i feel, but i will write an epilogue.
Story now? Ok here we go
Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7
I felt Bam kiss me back, I smiled slightly and put a bit more passion into the kiss. I moved my hand from his cheek to run my fingers, gently, through his hair. Moments later we pulled away. I smiled at him, licking my lips slightly. Bam smiled back and laughed softly
“Remember anything yet?” he asked me, innocently.
I shook my head, “I don’t think so Bammie, can we try again?” I smiled and laughed slightly.
“Wait, what did you say?” He asked, suddenly sounding exited.
“I said ‘I don’t think so Bammie, can we try again?’ wait a moment.” I said, pausing slightly at the end of the sentence. “I-”
“You said Bammie! You remembered!” Bam almost squealed and he pulled me into a tight, loving embrace.
“You know, I should kiss you more often” I whispered playfully in his ear as he hugged me, almost painfully.
“Bad news though,” Bam muttered to me softly as he slowly pulled back from his tight hug, his arms, still wrapped round me, played with the silly hospital gown I was wearing. I froze. What was the bad news?
“What’s that?” I managed to say whilst breathing out. My words were formed but the fact they were more air than words made Bam shiver slightly in front of me. I looked slightly hopeful, but Bam’s saddened expression made me doubtful.
“You’ve been scheduled in for you operation-” He began but I cut him off as soon as my brain clicked onto the word ‘Operation’
“Wait, Operation? What about an operation, I can’t have an operation, I just can’t! You don’t understand me! I’m terrified of it, I can’t stand the thought of razor sharp objects slicing open my skin when I have no control over what is happening to me, I just-” I began to ramble but got cut off by Bam’s soft lips being pressed gently against mine for the second time today. I smiled and relaxed slightly.
Bam pulled away and smiled, placing a comforting hand on top of mine
“As I was saying, you’ve been scheduled in for your operation next week, but the doctors have put you on the ‘Emergency Patients’ list, considering you could die if your tumour isn’t removed. And as you haven’t been eating, there’s no need to put you on ‘Nil-by-mouth’ so they’ve moved your operation to… this afternoon” Bam finished his sentence and avoided looking me in the eyes. I panicked slightly, my operation was today? How could I go through with this? I couldn’t that was apparent to me, but I had to. I knew that, I needed to get better, I needed to remember, and I needed to have this Operation in order to do those things.
“When this afternoon?” I asked glancing down at Bam’s watch. It was already 12 O’clock, and it was technically this afternoon already.
“Half one” Bam muttered. I felt my eyes widen again, causing my head to ache slightly. My stomach seemed to catch on to the fact the tumour would be removed soon and decided to put me through as much pain as possible in those last moments, which, unfortunately for me, meant a whole hour and a half of surges of pain, coughing up blood and vomiting countless times.
Soon it was quarter past one, and Bam was helping the Doctors and Nurses, who I had never seen before in my life, who came in to get me ready for my operation. I could feel my heart attempting to escape my chest, thumping painfully against my ribs, I knew this was it. After this I would be rid of the tumour, I would be free from the surges of pain and the violent fits of coughing that often lead to blood being forced out of my mouth, along with the bile and little remains of what happened to be in my stomach.
They allowed Bam to escort me to the operating theatre, I felt safer knowing he was there, He’d even told me that because of who he was, which meant nothing me to because I couldn’t remember who he was apart from that he was called Bam Margera, He was allowed to watch, or ‘keep an eye on me’ as he put it, so he was sure nothing would go wrong. Which he assured me nothing would go wrong when he caught sight of the horrified look on my face, I whimpered. This was it though, get through this, make a good recovery and I was free again, well, not really free because I didn’t know anything apart from what Bam had told me.
But now, this was it. It was time for my operation, and, finally the Tumour was being removed.