He stood over the silver casket, wishing it was him and not his lover. The chilly January breeze brushed past him and the people there. The breeze made the moment for him worse. Not only the cool breeze chilled him but his own tears helped him freeze. No jacket, gloves, scarves or anything. Something was telling him that he had to be cold to show his lover that he loved him and wanted him to come back and be with him forever.
Ryan wiped his tears away and sniffed. How could, doing what you do best lead to death? Why could nobody help him? He thought of these questions, knowing the answers. He didn't like the answers at all, but he knew them. Bam went overboard when he copied off his friend Evil Jared when he jumped off of the banana car and into the 2ft. lake. He had hit his head and broken his skull on sharp rocks on the bottom. When he didn't get up, everyone thought he was joking, except Ryan. He ran over to see him, and see if he was okay. When Ryan saw Bam unconsious, everyone rushed over to him. Someone called 911 and he was escorted to the hospital in an ambulance. Ryan knew Bam has gone overboard with stunts but he's never gotten this hurt before. Once they arrived at the Chester County Hospital, Bam was rushed into the emergency room. Ryan was left waiting in the waiting room with the other witnesses. He paced back and forth wishing for Bam to wake up. A few hours later, the doctors finally came out saying they were still checking his neck and spine, worrying Ryan to death. For what seemed like hours, Ryan walked the halls of the hospital. One time, Ryan felt that he should pass by his boyfriend's window. He walked down the hall and made a right turn into the emergency room. He didn't see anyone at the desk so he walked further, running into a nurse.
"Excuse me, do you know what room Bam Margera is in?" Ryan asked, trying not to sound too worried.
"107." the brunette nurse replied, pointing down the hall. Ryan shook his head and walked further down the long hallway and finally found room 107. The only one in the room, surprisingly, was Bam. No doctors, or nurses, just unconsious Bam Margera. Ryan knew the hospital was shitty but not this bad. He made sure the coast was clear and opened the door, slowly. He tiptoed in as if Bam was a sleeping baby and Ryan was an older sibling, trying not to wake him up. He walked up to the bed. Bam was breathing slowly. It looked like he could stop any second, which scared Ryan.
"Hey! What are you doing in here?" a man's voice yelled, making Ryan jump. It was a doctor. "Get the fuck out!" Ryan just stood there.
"I want to make sure he's okay." Ryan said, shakily. The doctor sighed and motioned for Ryan to sit down.
"Well, how's he doing?" Ryan asked, plopping into the blue chair next to the bed.
"He's...BAM!" the doctor ran over to his bed side. Bam's heart beat monitor was beeping quickly. Ryan looked up and wanted to rush to Bam's side but didn't want to get in the doctor's way. The doctor got Bam's heart to beat more normal again. Ryan sighed in relief and watched the doctor sit down.
"Bam...well..." the doctor was at a loss for words.
"What? What's gonna happen? Tell me!" Ryan was very, very anxious.
"He...he broke his first, second, and third vertabre on his spine so...he can't breathe on his own"
"Forever"
"Unless he heals, then yes, forever. Unless you want us to stop giving him oxygen." Ryan looked at the doctor like he was crazy.
"Why would I want my bo...best friend to die?" Ryan asked. The doctor shrugged.
"Some people do it because they don't want their loved one's to suffer. I mean think about it, he is a skater. My daughter is a skater and she hates it when she has to do anything else other than skating." The doctor made a good point. "Well, Ryan, just think about it. When you make up your mind, tell me, okay?" Ryan nodded and the doctor got up and started to examine Bam. Ryan just sat there, thinking, and thinking, and thinking.
Finally, after what seemed like hours to Ryan, he came up with an answer to give the doctor.
"Um, excuse me?" Ryan said, in a barely audible whisper. The doctor turned around.
"Have you made a choice?" he asked. Ryan nodded, tears falling down his face.
"Turn it off. Turn the oxygen off." The doctor nodded.
"This might be an obvious question but...do you want to stay in here and maybe hold his hand through it"
"Well, I might need a few minutes to talk to him." Ryan knew that even though the man of his dreams was dying, that he would be able to hear Ryan. The doctor left the room and Ryan took a seat next to Bam. He took his hand and squeezed it. He let the tears fall down his face as he spoke.
"Bam, I know you can hear me. I wanted to say that I'm letting you go for a reason. That reason...is because I care about you and wouldn't want you to suffer with this, alive. I'll see you soon, baby. Oh, and one more thing, I love you and will never stop loving you." Ryan was almost bawling now. He kissed Bam softly on his lips, drenching Bam's face with tears that belonged to Ryan's eyes. He got up and signaled for the doctor to come in. Ryan walked back to his chair and sighed, knowing what was coming next.
As Ryan gripped Bam's hand, he looked up at his lover. He could've sworn that he'd seen Bam give a quick smile. But, no matter what anyone said, he felt Bam squeeze his hand back. He started to cry again. The doctor told Ryan it was time. He counted to three in his head and shut off the oxygen, killing Bam in less than 30 seconds. Ryan stood up and just collapsed to his knees, realizing that the greatest person in his world, was gone forever.