I Was In Love
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Category:
Singers/Bands/Musicians › HIM
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
15
Views:
2,398
Reviews:
14
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
This is a work of fiction. I do not know the members of HIM. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Chapter Fourteen
So, here I am after however many months of silence. I dunno if anyone reads this anymore, but...here is chapter 14!
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I heard the persistant whining of the machine hooked to his heart. The paramedics started moving faster than I could keep up with.
"He's going into congestive heart failure!"
"Get the paddles!"
"We're losing him!"
"CLEAR!"
I watched Bam's body spasm. The whining stopped for a moment and the silence was overbearing. Then it started again.
"His blood pressure is dropping!"
"We need to get his heart started!"
"CLEAR!"
He spasmed again. I watched them like I was watching a program on the telly. This couldn't possibly be my Bam, mangled and bleeding. My Bam, who had survived being run over before. My Bam, who had jumped off buildings and lived to tell the tale. A silly little car couldn't possibly kill him.
I watched as the machine connected to his heart started beeping somewhat regularly. I let out the breath I didn't realize I was holding.
Then, someone was talking to me and I couldn't hear what they were saying.
"Sir!"
I blinked and looked at him.
"Can you hear me, Sir?"
I nodded.
"We've got him stable for the moment but we need to get him to the hospital. I need you to get up."
Next I knew, I was being hoisted by my underarms and practically dragged to the ambulance as my ankle screamed in protest. Bammie was being placed on a gurney and lifted in. I followed right behind. I watched them hook him up to all sorts of tubes and monitors. I noticed that they had torn his shirt in half to get to his chest and were beginning to cut his pants off his battered legs. I knew he wouldn't be happy about them ruining his clothes.
A sudden blinding pain in my ankle roused my from my state of semi-comatose. Some git was cutting the bottom of my pant leg off and removing my shoe.
"What the fuck are you doing?! That fucking hurts!"
"Sir, we need to set your ankle!"
"Can't you give me some goddamned drugs first?"
"No, we can't risk you going into shock. If your body is in a subdued state because of the drugs, you might not have enough adrenhaline to keep you alive!"
I didn't understand what he was saying. All of a sudden he twisted my now-naked foot and I heard a sickening crack as he set it back into place. I cried out in agony and black spots danced in front of my eyes right before I passed out.
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Poor guys, huh? If people are interested, I will try to keep this story going. If not...meh.
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I heard the persistant whining of the machine hooked to his heart. The paramedics started moving faster than I could keep up with.
"He's going into congestive heart failure!"
"Get the paddles!"
"We're losing him!"
"CLEAR!"
I watched Bam's body spasm. The whining stopped for a moment and the silence was overbearing. Then it started again.
"His blood pressure is dropping!"
"We need to get his heart started!"
"CLEAR!"
He spasmed again. I watched them like I was watching a program on the telly. This couldn't possibly be my Bam, mangled and bleeding. My Bam, who had survived being run over before. My Bam, who had jumped off buildings and lived to tell the tale. A silly little car couldn't possibly kill him.
I watched as the machine connected to his heart started beeping somewhat regularly. I let out the breath I didn't realize I was holding.
Then, someone was talking to me and I couldn't hear what they were saying.
"Sir!"
I blinked and looked at him.
"Can you hear me, Sir?"
I nodded.
"We've got him stable for the moment but we need to get him to the hospital. I need you to get up."
Next I knew, I was being hoisted by my underarms and practically dragged to the ambulance as my ankle screamed in protest. Bammie was being placed on a gurney and lifted in. I followed right behind. I watched them hook him up to all sorts of tubes and monitors. I noticed that they had torn his shirt in half to get to his chest and were beginning to cut his pants off his battered legs. I knew he wouldn't be happy about them ruining his clothes.
A sudden blinding pain in my ankle roused my from my state of semi-comatose. Some git was cutting the bottom of my pant leg off and removing my shoe.
"What the fuck are you doing?! That fucking hurts!"
"Sir, we need to set your ankle!"
"Can't you give me some goddamned drugs first?"
"No, we can't risk you going into shock. If your body is in a subdued state because of the drugs, you might not have enough adrenhaline to keep you alive!"
I didn't understand what he was saying. All of a sudden he twisted my now-naked foot and I heard a sickening crack as he set it back into place. I cried out in agony and black spots danced in front of my eyes right before I passed out.
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Poor guys, huh? If people are interested, I will try to keep this story going. If not...meh.