The Darkness Inside the Light Chapter 2
Okay, just ignore the post two entries ago. It got screwed up cause I didn't know what the hell I was doing. Here's chapter 2.
Title: The Darkness Inside the Light
Chapter: 2/5
Author: jalluvsrmz
Pairing: Bam/Ville
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: some cursing-that’s about it
Summary: Bam saves Ville from a life of sorrow.
Disclaimer: Don’t own, don’t sue. You won’t get any money outta me anyway. This is totally fictional and never happened, I swear.
Chapter 2
“Bam. Bam. Wake up, Bam.”
Was that Ville calling me? I opened one eye, not sure if I was totally awake or still dreaming. The first thing I saw was Ville staring at me.
“What’s wrong, baby?”
“I don’t feel well, Bam.”
“How sick are you? Did you have an asthma attack?”
“No, I…my chest hurts…”
He began coughing violently into his hands again, and I knew that something was definitely wrong. When he was finished, he removed his hands from his mouth, and I gasped at what I saw. Both of them were covered in blood.
I jumped out of bed and hurried over to him, trying to help him out of bed. As soon as he had both feet on the floor, both legs collapsed underneath him, and I caught him before he hit the floor. He was so weak, and I knew he wouldn’t be able to walk, so I carried him the rest of the way to the bathroom. As soon as I got him to the sink, he hacked up more blood. I felt his forehead and realized that he was burning with fever. So, I waited until the coughs ceased, and I took his temperature. This time, the screen read 104.6, and I knew that it was time I got him to a doctor. But it was Saturday now, and my only option was the emergency room.
“Ville, I need to get you to a hospital. I’m sorry. I know those places scare you, but I don’t know what else to do. You’re losing a lot of blood each time you cough like that.”
“No, Bam, please. I’m scared. I don’t wanna go. Please!”
I could now hear the panic in his voice.
“What if I stay with you the entire time?”
“They won’t let you, Bam. You’re not related to me.”
“Look, we’ll tell them that we’re brothers, okay?”
After a long pause, he agreed. I was glad. I didn’t mean to scare him, but he needed to get medical attention before he got worse. It wasn’t a good idea for him to be walking, so I carried him to the garage. It was then that I noticed that he’d started to tremble again, so I set him in the passenger’s side of the Hummer and went back for a blanket. Upon returning to the garage, I wrapped it around him and we left for the hospital. There was little conversation on the way there, but his coughs became much worse. When we arrived in the parking lot, I unbuckled him from the seat, and he finally spoke.
“What are we gonna tell them, Bam?”
“What do you mean, sweetie?”
“I don’t want them to know that I was raped cause then they’ll want to examine me…umm…down there.”
“It’s okay. I’ll think up something to tell them. Don’t worry about it.”
I helped him inside and sat him down in the waiting area. It was almost completely empty seeing as it was about three o’clock in the morning. That was a good sign, and I hoped it wouldn’t take long for them to call us in.
About an hour later, they called us into the emergency room. The next thing they did was try to tell me to stay in the waiting room, but luckily, I was able to convince the nurse that I was Ville’s brother. She looked skeptically at me but let me go with him. Ville was given a bed and a hospital gown. The nurse wanted to help him change, but I could see him flinching away from her, so I told her I’d do it, and she left, pulling the curtain shut behind her.
I helped him get his shirt off and put the gown on him in place of it, tying it in the back so he wouldn’t feel exposed. I knew that the doctor might want him to take his jeans off as well, but he begged me not to make him undress any further, so I left it alone. Instead, I tucked him under the covers so the doctor wouldn’t see that he still had his pants on. I always hated that about hospitals. They were so bitchy about little things like that.
After a few minutes, a doctor came in to see Ville and asked what his symptoms were. After I told him, he asked about the many bruises on Ville’s pale skin. Ville tried to answer but stuttered not knowing how to reply without saying what really happened. That’s when I jumped in.
“He was mugged on his way out of the club the other night. I was the one that found him. He was pretty beat up.”
Fortunately, the doctor didn’t press the issue further. He then proceeded to examine Ville. The doctor took his temperature first, and it had escalated to 105.0. Next, he moved to the throat. He seemed surprised at how swollen Ville’s throat was, and he seemed to find a good amount of blood. Before leaving, the doctor told us that he was going to order some blood tests and IV fluids. Then, he exited the curtain, and I looked over at Ville. He seemed even more frightened, and I knew why. He hated needles. The only ones he could tolerate were tattoo needles and the little guns they use for piercings. His terrified eyes glanced up at me.
“Bam, I wanna go home. I don’t like needles. Please, can we just go back to your house and go to bed?”
“No, babe. I wish we could, but you’re only gonna get poked twice. It’s just like getting a tattoo. It won’t be bad. I promise…”
We were interrupted when the curtain opened and the phlebotomist appeared in front of us. She came up beside Ville and asked him his name and other information in order to complete her patient identification form and label the tubes of blood. Soon, she’d finished gathering the equipment that she would need, and Ville buried his head in my shirt. He was shaking, and I remembered that he’d had to spend two weeks in the hospital when he was seventeen because of an asthma attack. That was probably why he hated these places so bad. I put an arm around him and rubbed his side with my thumb as the needle went in. He relaxed when it was over, and the phlebotomist left, saying that she would take his blood to the lab.
Next was the nurse who came in just minutes later to start an IV. Once again, he buried his face in my chest as another needle was inserted into his weakened body. Even I was relieved when the nurse was done. I knew that Ville was becoming even more terrified with each passing second, and I held him close to me after the nurse closed the curtain.
“It hurts, Bam.”
“I know. Everything’s gonna be okay. The doctor will be back soon, and we can get outta here as soon as he tells us what’s wrong with you. Until then, I’m right here. I’m not gonna leave you.”
Minutes passed as he lay against my chest. I stroked his hair and held his hand in mine hoping that his condition was nothing serious. He seemed alright until his breathing turned into short, pained gasps. At first, I thought it was an asthma attack, but I tried the inhaler I’d brought with me, and it didn’t work. I sprinted for the nurses’ station, petrified that I was going to lose the most important thing to me in this world
The nurses followed me back to Ville. One of them checked his pulse, and the other grabbed an oxygen mask and slipped it over his nose and mouth. His breathing became normal again, and words couldn’t describe how glad I was. The two women left, and I returned to Ville’s side. He’d fallen into unconsciousness from the lack of air flow, and I was still shaken from what had happened. His face was ghost white, and a single tear fell from his closed eye. I whispered to him, trying to comfort him as much as possible. Soon, the doctor returned with his diagnosis.
“From the test results, it appears that Mr. Valo has pneumonia.”
Oh my God.
“He’ll recover, won’t he?”
“Yes. He should be fine, but we’ll need to keep him at least until tonight for observation. I want to treat this with IV fluids and give him some antibiotics. That should do the trick, but not to worry. He’ll make a full recovery.”
I thanked the doctor and returned to Ville’s side. I never wanted him out of my sight ever again. My only wish was to be with him forever so I could make sure that no one and nothing ever tried to hurt him.
There was nothing to do except watch his breathing and hope that it didn’t stop. I sat down next to him, holding his hand. He was beautiful. I leaned forward to kiss his forehead and feel his fever burn my lips. It scared me to see him like this because it reminded me of the other day. He looked just as helpless now as he did when I found him in the snow, so cold and lost. I thought to myself as I stared at the boy before me. I wanted to get him outta here, but there was still hours left until he could leave. But when we did get out of here, I wanted to take him somewhere special, somewhere miles away from the hospital and the woods. Maybe, I could take him out to LA. He always liked California, and I knew that his band was taking a break, so no one would mind. And not only would I take him there, but I would do something really special for him like…that’s it! I would propose to him, buy him a ring and everything. That would make him happy. And we could go to Canada and have our wedding…
My thoughts drifted into the darkness as I fell asleep at Ville’s bedside with my head resting on the sheets.
I walked through the door to the house. It was dark inside, and I could hear small cries coming from another room. I followed the sound into the bedroom and opened the door. There was someone lying on the bed. It was Ville, and each of his arms and legs was tied to a bed post. He was crying through the gag covering his mouth. I ran to him. His eyes were shut tightly. He probably thought that I was the person that did this to him when I came in. I undid the straps that bound his wrists and ankles only to find bloody cuts from where he was tied down. As carefully as possible, I lifted him from the bed. Underneath him, the sheets were soaked in blood. I looked at his face and noticed that he’d lost consciousness. Laying him on the floor, I listened for a heartbeat. There was nothing, nothing at all. Nothing. Oh, God!...
“Bam! Come on, Bammie. You, need to wake up.”
I woke up to someone shaking me and yelling my name. The first thing I saw was Ville’s face. He looked worried. He must’ve noticed that I was having a bad dream. I couldn’t even describe in words how happy I was to see him. Standing from my chair, I hugged him, scared that he would disappear if I let him go.
“What’s wrong, Bam Bam?”
“Nothing’s wrong. Nothing at all, baby. So what time is it anyway?”
“About nine in the morning. Are you sure you’re okay?”
God, I must’ve really been tired.
“Yeah, sweetie, I’m fine. How are you doing? Feel any better?”
“I’m alright.”
He didn’t want me to worry about him. I could tell. He must be at least a little better because he wasn’t wearing the oxygen mask anymore. That was good.
“Can we go home now, Bam?”
That’s right. He was unconscious when the doctor came back, so he doesn’t know what’s going on.
“No, they don’t want you to leave yet, babe. The doctor said you have pneumonia. You have to stay until tonight.”
“I wanna go home. Please, Bammie. Don’t let them make me stay here. Tell them I’m okay. Please.”
He was starting to panic again. I felt bad because I was the one who told him he would only be here a few hours, not an entire day.
“I’m really sorry, sweetie, but pneumonia’s pretty serious. I don’t want to take you home and then have to bring you back here.”
“Okay.”
He leaned forward to hug me, and I put my arms around him in return. He seemed better. Maybe they would let him leave sooner. I kissed him on the forehead. He still had a fever, but it had gone down substantially. I was glad.
“Am I interrupting something?”
Oh shit. That bitchy nurse from earlier-the same chick that thinks we’re brothers.
“Incest is illegal. I’m calling the police!”
“Haven’t you figured it out yet, lady? He’s my boyfriend, not my brother. I just wanted you people to let me stay with him. Now fuck off.”
“Sir, I’m going to have to ask you to leave. We only allow immediate family members to stay in the same room with the patient.”
I was afraid this would happen.
“I’m not leaving him. I love him, and I’m not gonna make him stay here by himself. He’s terrified as it is.”
“I’m calling security!”
Shit.
Title: The Darkness Inside the Light
Chapter: 2/5
Author: jalluvsrmz
Pairing: Bam/Ville
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: some cursing-that’s about it
Summary: Bam saves Ville from a life of sorrow.
Disclaimer: Don’t own, don’t sue. You won’t get any money outta me anyway. This is totally fictional and never happened, I swear.
Chapter 2
“Bam. Bam. Wake up, Bam.”
Was that Ville calling me? I opened one eye, not sure if I was totally awake or still dreaming. The first thing I saw was Ville staring at me.
“What’s wrong, baby?”
“I don’t feel well, Bam.”
“How sick are you? Did you have an asthma attack?”
“No, I…my chest hurts…”
He began coughing violently into his hands again, and I knew that something was definitely wrong. When he was finished, he removed his hands from his mouth, and I gasped at what I saw. Both of them were covered in blood.
I jumped out of bed and hurried over to him, trying to help him out of bed. As soon as he had both feet on the floor, both legs collapsed underneath him, and I caught him before he hit the floor. He was so weak, and I knew he wouldn’t be able to walk, so I carried him the rest of the way to the bathroom. As soon as I got him to the sink, he hacked up more blood. I felt his forehead and realized that he was burning with fever. So, I waited until the coughs ceased, and I took his temperature. This time, the screen read 104.6, and I knew that it was time I got him to a doctor. But it was Saturday now, and my only option was the emergency room.
“Ville, I need to get you to a hospital. I’m sorry. I know those places scare you, but I don’t know what else to do. You’re losing a lot of blood each time you cough like that.”
“No, Bam, please. I’m scared. I don’t wanna go. Please!”
I could now hear the panic in his voice.
“What if I stay with you the entire time?”
“They won’t let you, Bam. You’re not related to me.”
“Look, we’ll tell them that we’re brothers, okay?”
After a long pause, he agreed. I was glad. I didn’t mean to scare him, but he needed to get medical attention before he got worse. It wasn’t a good idea for him to be walking, so I carried him to the garage. It was then that I noticed that he’d started to tremble again, so I set him in the passenger’s side of the Hummer and went back for a blanket. Upon returning to the garage, I wrapped it around him and we left for the hospital. There was little conversation on the way there, but his coughs became much worse. When we arrived in the parking lot, I unbuckled him from the seat, and he finally spoke.
“What are we gonna tell them, Bam?”
“What do you mean, sweetie?”
“I don’t want them to know that I was raped cause then they’ll want to examine me…umm…down there.”
“It’s okay. I’ll think up something to tell them. Don’t worry about it.”
I helped him inside and sat him down in the waiting area. It was almost completely empty seeing as it was about three o’clock in the morning. That was a good sign, and I hoped it wouldn’t take long for them to call us in.
About an hour later, they called us into the emergency room. The next thing they did was try to tell me to stay in the waiting room, but luckily, I was able to convince the nurse that I was Ville’s brother. She looked skeptically at me but let me go with him. Ville was given a bed and a hospital gown. The nurse wanted to help him change, but I could see him flinching away from her, so I told her I’d do it, and she left, pulling the curtain shut behind her.
I helped him get his shirt off and put the gown on him in place of it, tying it in the back so he wouldn’t feel exposed. I knew that the doctor might want him to take his jeans off as well, but he begged me not to make him undress any further, so I left it alone. Instead, I tucked him under the covers so the doctor wouldn’t see that he still had his pants on. I always hated that about hospitals. They were so bitchy about little things like that.
After a few minutes, a doctor came in to see Ville and asked what his symptoms were. After I told him, he asked about the many bruises on Ville’s pale skin. Ville tried to answer but stuttered not knowing how to reply without saying what really happened. That’s when I jumped in.
“He was mugged on his way out of the club the other night. I was the one that found him. He was pretty beat up.”
Fortunately, the doctor didn’t press the issue further. He then proceeded to examine Ville. The doctor took his temperature first, and it had escalated to 105.0. Next, he moved to the throat. He seemed surprised at how swollen Ville’s throat was, and he seemed to find a good amount of blood. Before leaving, the doctor told us that he was going to order some blood tests and IV fluids. Then, he exited the curtain, and I looked over at Ville. He seemed even more frightened, and I knew why. He hated needles. The only ones he could tolerate were tattoo needles and the little guns they use for piercings. His terrified eyes glanced up at me.
“Bam, I wanna go home. I don’t like needles. Please, can we just go back to your house and go to bed?”
“No, babe. I wish we could, but you’re only gonna get poked twice. It’s just like getting a tattoo. It won’t be bad. I promise…”
We were interrupted when the curtain opened and the phlebotomist appeared in front of us. She came up beside Ville and asked him his name and other information in order to complete her patient identification form and label the tubes of blood. Soon, she’d finished gathering the equipment that she would need, and Ville buried his head in my shirt. He was shaking, and I remembered that he’d had to spend two weeks in the hospital when he was seventeen because of an asthma attack. That was probably why he hated these places so bad. I put an arm around him and rubbed his side with my thumb as the needle went in. He relaxed when it was over, and the phlebotomist left, saying that she would take his blood to the lab.
Next was the nurse who came in just minutes later to start an IV. Once again, he buried his face in my chest as another needle was inserted into his weakened body. Even I was relieved when the nurse was done. I knew that Ville was becoming even more terrified with each passing second, and I held him close to me after the nurse closed the curtain.
“It hurts, Bam.”
“I know. Everything’s gonna be okay. The doctor will be back soon, and we can get outta here as soon as he tells us what’s wrong with you. Until then, I’m right here. I’m not gonna leave you.”
Minutes passed as he lay against my chest. I stroked his hair and held his hand in mine hoping that his condition was nothing serious. He seemed alright until his breathing turned into short, pained gasps. At first, I thought it was an asthma attack, but I tried the inhaler I’d brought with me, and it didn’t work. I sprinted for the nurses’ station, petrified that I was going to lose the most important thing to me in this world
The nurses followed me back to Ville. One of them checked his pulse, and the other grabbed an oxygen mask and slipped it over his nose and mouth. His breathing became normal again, and words couldn’t describe how glad I was. The two women left, and I returned to Ville’s side. He’d fallen into unconsciousness from the lack of air flow, and I was still shaken from what had happened. His face was ghost white, and a single tear fell from his closed eye. I whispered to him, trying to comfort him as much as possible. Soon, the doctor returned with his diagnosis.
“From the test results, it appears that Mr. Valo has pneumonia.”
Oh my God.
“He’ll recover, won’t he?”
“Yes. He should be fine, but we’ll need to keep him at least until tonight for observation. I want to treat this with IV fluids and give him some antibiotics. That should do the trick, but not to worry. He’ll make a full recovery.”
I thanked the doctor and returned to Ville’s side. I never wanted him out of my sight ever again. My only wish was to be with him forever so I could make sure that no one and nothing ever tried to hurt him.
There was nothing to do except watch his breathing and hope that it didn’t stop. I sat down next to him, holding his hand. He was beautiful. I leaned forward to kiss his forehead and feel his fever burn my lips. It scared me to see him like this because it reminded me of the other day. He looked just as helpless now as he did when I found him in the snow, so cold and lost. I thought to myself as I stared at the boy before me. I wanted to get him outta here, but there was still hours left until he could leave. But when we did get out of here, I wanted to take him somewhere special, somewhere miles away from the hospital and the woods. Maybe, I could take him out to LA. He always liked California, and I knew that his band was taking a break, so no one would mind. And not only would I take him there, but I would do something really special for him like…that’s it! I would propose to him, buy him a ring and everything. That would make him happy. And we could go to Canada and have our wedding…
My thoughts drifted into the darkness as I fell asleep at Ville’s bedside with my head resting on the sheets.
I walked through the door to the house. It was dark inside, and I could hear small cries coming from another room. I followed the sound into the bedroom and opened the door. There was someone lying on the bed. It was Ville, and each of his arms and legs was tied to a bed post. He was crying through the gag covering his mouth. I ran to him. His eyes were shut tightly. He probably thought that I was the person that did this to him when I came in. I undid the straps that bound his wrists and ankles only to find bloody cuts from where he was tied down. As carefully as possible, I lifted him from the bed. Underneath him, the sheets were soaked in blood. I looked at his face and noticed that he’d lost consciousness. Laying him on the floor, I listened for a heartbeat. There was nothing, nothing at all. Nothing. Oh, God!...
“Bam! Come on, Bammie. You, need to wake up.”
I woke up to someone shaking me and yelling my name. The first thing I saw was Ville’s face. He looked worried. He must’ve noticed that I was having a bad dream. I couldn’t even describe in words how happy I was to see him. Standing from my chair, I hugged him, scared that he would disappear if I let him go.
“What’s wrong, Bam Bam?”
“Nothing’s wrong. Nothing at all, baby. So what time is it anyway?”
“About nine in the morning. Are you sure you’re okay?”
God, I must’ve really been tired.
“Yeah, sweetie, I’m fine. How are you doing? Feel any better?”
“I’m alright.”
He didn’t want me to worry about him. I could tell. He must be at least a little better because he wasn’t wearing the oxygen mask anymore. That was good.
“Can we go home now, Bam?”
That’s right. He was unconscious when the doctor came back, so he doesn’t know what’s going on.
“No, they don’t want you to leave yet, babe. The doctor said you have pneumonia. You have to stay until tonight.”
“I wanna go home. Please, Bammie. Don’t let them make me stay here. Tell them I’m okay. Please.”
He was starting to panic again. I felt bad because I was the one who told him he would only be here a few hours, not an entire day.
“I’m really sorry, sweetie, but pneumonia’s pretty serious. I don’t want to take you home and then have to bring you back here.”
“Okay.”
He leaned forward to hug me, and I put my arms around him in return. He seemed better. Maybe they would let him leave sooner. I kissed him on the forehead. He still had a fever, but it had gone down substantially. I was glad.
“Am I interrupting something?”
Oh shit. That bitchy nurse from earlier-the same chick that thinks we’re brothers.
“Incest is illegal. I’m calling the police!”
“Haven’t you figured it out yet, lady? He’s my boyfriend, not my brother. I just wanted you people to let me stay with him. Now fuck off.”
“Sir, I’m going to have to ask you to leave. We only allow immediate family members to stay in the same room with the patient.”
I was afraid this would happen.
“I’m not leaving him. I love him, and I’m not gonna make him stay here by himself. He’s terrified as it is.”
“I’m calling security!”
Shit.