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Don't Close Your Eyes	By : TaimaMarie Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > HIM Views: 3703 -:- Recommendations : 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.

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“Oh my God!” one girl shrieked. The skater Bam pushed got up off of the boy only to fall down on him again. Ville already saw people pulling out cell phones, clearly calling 911.

Ville sucked in his breath and looked around. He knew that The Reason had parents, had seen them come to a couple of the games, a nice looking couple. The mother had lovely blonde hair, and the father was a large gentleman.

This time, though, he didn’t see either of them.

The Reason hadn’t lifted his head from the ice. He was laying there, face pointed towards Ville, lips parted and maybe just a little bit blue.

“Shit,” he cursed quietly before pushing himself out onto the ice. He knew how to keep his balance, even without skates. He shoved aside the group of players that was crowding around him and knelt down.

“And just who the hell are you?” the coach sneered. Ville knew he wasn’t being nasty just to be a prick. A player was hurt, and people were starting to panic. Ville thought fast.

“An old family friend. I know his parents.” He could only look at the boy, laying there. The coach had taken his helmet off. Ville lightly stroked his curls.

“All right,” the coach couldn’t ask questions. The paramedics had appeared, carefully making their way over. A few of them slipped and went down, cursing themselves. When they got to Bam, they easily lifted him up onto a stretcher.

“Do you know him?” an EMT eyed Ville; he was clutching Bam’s hand.

“Yes,” he lied easily.

“Then I suppose you can ride along.” He said graciously. Ville was both elated and terrified. They got out to the ambulance and he was helped inside.

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Oh, God, what the hell happened? Bam groaned. He heard voices all around him, felt unfamiliar hands on him. He tried to move his arms, tried to push them away. But then there it was; a voice.

“You must be still, kulta. Be very still, otherwise they can’t help you. You’ve been in a bit of an accident, but they tell me that you’ll be all right.” It was a soft voice, a soothing voice that Bam instantly wanted to obey.

He tried to flutter his eyes open. He caught just a brief glance of the most beautiful green he’d ever seen in the shape of floating orbs. He caught just a snatch of long dark hair, felt long soft fingers in his hair.

The light stung, made his head hurt horribly. He shut his eyes quickly. The fingers rested on his cheek.

“No, sweetheart, don’t open your eyes. Keep them closed. You’re going to be just fine, but you must keep them closed.”

Bam tried to inhale deeply. There was a stabbing pain in his side. He groaned, aware now of how much that actually hurt in and of itself.

He was slipping out of consciousness again, and he was quite glad. He did wish he could have one more glance of those green eyes though, just one more look. But those fingers were back in his hair, stroking sweetly, and the darkness was comforting.

***

He was resting in a private room now. They had handed Ville a clipboard of information to fill out. How, exactly, was he going to do that? He sat in the waiting room, tapping his pen against the paper.

The first line of information? Name. Well, hell, he couldn’t very well say “The sexiest bit of manliness that ever walked this Earth.” Could he? He bit his lip.

Just as he was wondering how he could sneak out, two very frantic people came rushing down the hall. One was a woman with blonde hair, the other a very chubby man. The chubby man was huffing and puffing, trying to keep up with the woman.

“Hey, are you---?” he began. The woman spotted him, and clearly made the connection.

“Do you know what happened to Bam? Do you know what happened to our son?” she gasped out.

“I saw the accident. I rode with him in the ambulance.” Ville cleared his throat. “I… I lied and said I was a family friend. I’m sorry. Here.” He shoved the clipboard at her. She instantly shoved it at the man.

“Go and fill these out.” The man shot the younger boy a; “See how I get treated?” glance and meandered to the seat Ville had just vacated.
“You rode with him in the ambulance?”

“Well, yeah.”

“Did he ask for me? Is he okay?”

“He didn’t ask for anyone. He was conscious for about thirty seconds.” He shuffled his feet in the carpet.

“Hey, Ape what’s Bam allergic to?”

“Mango,” she said distractedly. “What exactly happened?” the woman didn’t seem to care that he had lied.

“He was skating in the scrimmage and knocked down a player from the other team.”

“Ape, is there a history of heart disease in my family?” the big man looked up again. This time even Ville had to gape at him.

“Why are you asking me? It’s your family!”

“Well, you’re the one who remembers this stuff. That’s all.”

“Yes, Phil,” she ran her fingers through her hair. “There is. Go on, honey.” She returned to Ville.

“I guess the other player got really upset, because right after um, Bam scored a goal he skated into him.” The woman’s eyes closed. Lucky for Ville he remembered the boy’s name! At least now he could whisper something late late at night when he only friend was his palm.

“I told him this was too dangerous. He’s too little to be out there with all those other boys!” she was muttering to herself now.

“The doctor said something about a broken rib or something, I’m not really sure. Anyway, I’ll be leaving now.”

“Wait!” she stopped him with a hand on his shoulder. “Aren’t you a friend of his? Don’t you want to see him?”

“I’m not really. I’ve just—seen him play a couple of games.” It simply wouldn’t do to admit he wanted to jump her son.

“Either way,” she was scrambling in her purse. “I have to have you over for dinner. To thank you.” She pulled out a pen and a scrap of paper.
“Call me later this week and I’ll let you know when a good day is. And I’ll find out what you like.”

“Uh, sure,” he pocketed the paper, not really expecting to call. She was just being polite.

He turned and walked down the hall, aware now of Ape sitting next to Phil, helping him fill out those papers.

At least he’d gotten those few beautiful moments with Bam. At least now he knew his name.
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