I Was In Love

Wow, 2 updates in one month! That's gotta be a record for me! Haha. I know, I suck at life.... Oh well.

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I woke up to a breathing tube down my throat, choking me. I immediately tried to pull it out, but suddenly, there were hands all around me, holding me down. I struggled, I couldn't not struggle.

"Sir! You have to stop!"

"We're gonna have to sedate him!"

"Bammie, stop!"

Willa? Was that Willa's voice I heard? I calmed down.

My vision cleared, I didn't even realize I couldn't see until the white light and black spots began to recede. There were 3 or 4 men in scrubs and white masks above me. I looked past them to try to see Ville. When I saw him, my heart sank. He looked like shit. He was missing 1 leg of his pants, and that same leg was in a cast that went from his foot to his knee. At least he was alive. His eyeliner was smeared down his face so he looked like a raccoon. The thought almost made me laugh despite the overwhelming pain.

"Willa..."

My throat felt like it was full of sand. He hobbled over to me, the doctors moved to let him stand by the side of my bed.

"I'm here, Bammie."

"What happened to your leg?"

"It's broken in 3 spots."

"I'm sorry."

He laughed at me, that chuckle that is so strictly Ville.

"What are you sorry for, you silly fuck? I should be thanking you. You saved my life."

"Good. You owe me." I felt myself drifting out of consciousness.

"They're giving you morphine for the pain, darling. Sleep. I will be here when you wake up."

Ville's eyes were the last thing I saw before I blacked out.

------Ville's POV-------

As I watched him fall asleep, tears spilled down my cheeks. I was so grateful that he had not asked me about his own injuries. I couldn't bear to tell him what his own beautiful body looked like.

They tried to escort me to the waiting area and have his family contacted. I tried to tell them that I was family, but they wouldnt believe me. Once I waived around my power of attorney paperwork in their faces, they agreed to tell me what was going on with him. I waited a few moments for a doctor to approach me.

"Mr. Valo?"

"Yes?"

"I think you should come with me."

I nodded and followed the doctor to a quaint-looking office around the corner from the ER. I sat down with a sigh of relief and took the bottle of water he offered me gratefully.

"Don't happen to have any Jack, do you?"

He chuckled at me.

"No, I'm afraid not, but with what I have to tell you, you might need it."

"Just give it to me straight, Doc."

"Mr. Margera's legs were both crushed in the accident. He needs surgery to go in and basically create new bones made out of titanium."

"New bones?"

"Even so, he may never walk again."

My heart sunk to my stomach like a lead brick. Bam, never walk again? He'd never be able to deal with that. Bam, who got such joy out of running, skating, snowboarding...everything that I was so horrible at, and didn't care to do. I would have traded places with him in a heartbeat.

"I need your permission to do the surgery. You hold his medical power of attorney. The decision falls on you."

"What are the risks?"

"With this type of surgery....there is always a risk of complete paralization. Also, because of how severe the injuries and how invasive the surgery, he could stroke out on the operating table."

"Stroke out..You mean, he could die?"

He nodded solemnly.

"And if he doesn't get the surgery?"

"His legs will never heal properly. He will lose all function in his legs, and possibly his pelvic area. If infection sets in, he may have to have his legs amputated."

"Amputated? You're going to have to cut off his legs???"

"It is a possibility."

"So I have to choose between the surgery, and possibly killing him, or not getting it, and him being a cripple? God damn. Mother fucker!!" I slammed my fist down on his desk. He looked sympathetically at me before reaching into a desk drawer, pulling out one of those airplane bottles of vodka and handing it to me. I took it with a grateful half-smile.

"I will give you a moment to make this decision, but either way, I need your choice within half an hour."

He walked out of the room, leaving me alone with not enough options, not enough booze, and more responsibility than I ever could have imagined.