DISCLAIMER: I do not own these characters and I am not making any money of this story. You will have to give credit where credit is due and that means if you like the characters tell the guys who had created snowboard kids.
Authors Note: Please don't flame me about anything, especially spell, usage and grammar. I am not to good with the mechanics of english. THANX!
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When I woke up I got a major surprise. I woke up to find Linda sitting in the chair beside me, and Kyle was sitting at the foot of my bed watching cartoons. I struggle to sit up.
"Linda?" she gives a small moan and looks up.
"Slash, morning. How are you?" She closes the book and puts it on the bad side table. Kyle turns around.
"DADDY!" He crawls across the bed to my lap and hugs me.
"Hey their Kyle! How are you?" I hug him back.
"I'm good, I drawed a picture for you," he holds up a picture for me to see. I take it from him and examine it.
"Wow, this is awesome. Can I keep it?" He nods. I put is on the table. The nurse walks in.
"Morning Slash, I see you have guests." She smiled at Kyle and Linda.
"Yeah, this is Linda," I motion to Linda, "And this little guy is my son Kyle." Kyle waves at the nurse.
"Well hello Kyle, have you seen the activity room yet?" She asked. Kyle shook his head, "Well why don't you come with me. The activity room has lots of toys and books and if you want you can paint another picture for you daddy."
"Yeah!!!" Kyle jumped off my lap and grabbed hold of the nurse's hand.
"Kyle, I want you to be nice to the lady in charge ok?" I tell him as he follows the nurse out. He doesn't answer. Once he's gone I turn to Linda.
"Why is he here?" I really didn't think Kyle should be granted a visit without me knowing. After all what if I was ill or something.
"He misses you, besides I though it would have been a nice surprise." I sigh and lay back.
"He really doesn't need to see me in this state. Besides only god knows when I'm going to get sick." She sits back and looks at me. I stare back at her.
"I thought you'd be happy to see your own son. I know he was happy to see you." She folded her arms and crossed one leg over the other.
"I... I was happy to see him, I just... I just don't want people to see me like this." Her look softens.
"It that why you wont let Jam in to see you?" I look down at my hands in my lap. "Slash, do you have any idea how much not letting him help you is hurting him?"
"I dunno, probably as much as not letting him in here is hurting me." She sighs again.
"Then why not let him in here?" she asks. I look at her for a second.
"Because he can't do anything to make all this go away. Besides I'll just here more 'If I could be going through this instead of you' and I don't want to." She looks at me for not even a second before saying,
"What if I told him not to say that?" I look at her. I really did want Jam here, he's always been able to make me smile.
"I... no I can't let him here." I look away. Letting Jam in here would just make me more depressed because he would blame himself. I tell that to Linda.
"Slash, he blames himself for you not letting him in here." I knew Linda wasn't going to give up until I agree.
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Driving to the hospital I was nervous. Actually walking into the building I got even more so. I didn't know what to expect. I had never visited anyone in the hospital except for Linda, but she wasn't sick at the time. I had heard stories of people with cancer loosing their hair or large amounts of weight but I just couldn't imagine Slash without hair, or the light build he'd developed from a life of snowboarding. When I walked into his room I got the shock of a life time, he was gone. Their was a nurse tidying up but no Slash.
"Um, excuse me?" I got the nurses attention, it was a different one from the nurse that had been there the last time I had visited.
"Oh, you must be Jam." She smiled at me, "Slash is in the activity room, just down the hall. You can't miss it. It is the room with all the noise." I smiled at her. I headed down the hall in search of the activity room. As I made my way down the hall I couldn't help but notice how, childish the ward was. Slash was only sixteen so of course they would put him in with other kids, but the number of children here who are to young to even be home with out a babysitter or parent was surprising. And saddening. I found the activity room. Slash was sitting in the back with a boy who was maybe five or six having a pokemon battle. He was loosing of course.
"Slash!" I walked up behind him and covered his eyes.
"Jam?" he tried to move out from behind my hands, "Hey come on man, I need those." I laughed and let him see. I sat my self beside him and motioned to the kid.
"Who's your babysitter?" I asked. He growls at me, and the boy laughs.
"This is Mark, and he's not my babysitter. I'm to old for one." I roll my eyes.
"That's not what your mom says." He finally puts the controller down and looks at me. For the first time I get a good look at him. He had some hair but not as much as he used to. I notice that he cut it in an attempt to make it look like he had more that he really did. He also looks like he hasn't been eating, or at least eating vary little. He blinks a couple of times.
"What? Do I look like some freak or something?" I shake my head, realizing I had been staring.
"No, you look so incredibly beautiful. I was just wondering if you really are Slash or and angel in disguised." He looks at me for a second, then smiles.
"You are full of it aren't you? I dunno why but you sappy little speech actually made me feel less sick. But then I guess at the moment anything would make me feel less ill." I stand up and offer him my hand. The one thing I love about Slash is he doesn't get offended when someone offers to help him.
"Let's go back to my room, I wanna show you something." He takes my hand and lets me pull him up. He waves good bye to Mark and leads the way out of the room. I follow. When we get back to the room he closes the door behind me then turns around and kisses like theirs no tomorrow. I was a tad surprised by this but I also have missed him to much to care. I kiss back.
Authors Note: Please don't flame me about anything, especially spell, usage and grammar. I am not to good with the mechanics of english. THANX!
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When I woke up I got a major surprise. I woke up to find Linda sitting in the chair beside me, and Kyle was sitting at the foot of my bed watching cartoons. I struggle to sit up.
"Linda?" she gives a small moan and looks up.
"Slash, morning. How are you?" She closes the book and puts it on the bad side table. Kyle turns around.
"DADDY!" He crawls across the bed to my lap and hugs me.
"Hey their Kyle! How are you?" I hug him back.
"I'm good, I drawed a picture for you," he holds up a picture for me to see. I take it from him and examine it.
"Wow, this is awesome. Can I keep it?" He nods. I put is on the table. The nurse walks in.
"Morning Slash, I see you have guests." She smiled at Kyle and Linda.
"Yeah, this is Linda," I motion to Linda, "And this little guy is my son Kyle." Kyle waves at the nurse.
"Well hello Kyle, have you seen the activity room yet?" She asked. Kyle shook his head, "Well why don't you come with me. The activity room has lots of toys and books and if you want you can paint another picture for you daddy."
"Yeah!!!" Kyle jumped off my lap and grabbed hold of the nurse's hand.
"Kyle, I want you to be nice to the lady in charge ok?" I tell him as he follows the nurse out. He doesn't answer. Once he's gone I turn to Linda.
"Why is he here?" I really didn't think Kyle should be granted a visit without me knowing. After all what if I was ill or something.
"He misses you, besides I though it would have been a nice surprise." I sigh and lay back.
"He really doesn't need to see me in this state. Besides only god knows when I'm going to get sick." She sits back and looks at me. I stare back at her.
"I thought you'd be happy to see your own son. I know he was happy to see you." She folded her arms and crossed one leg over the other.
"I... I was happy to see him, I just... I just don't want people to see me like this." Her look softens.
"It that why you wont let Jam in to see you?" I look down at my hands in my lap. "Slash, do you have any idea how much not letting him help you is hurting him?"
"I dunno, probably as much as not letting him in here is hurting me." She sighs again.
"Then why not let him in here?" she asks. I look at her for a second.
"Because he can't do anything to make all this go away. Besides I'll just here more 'If I could be going through this instead of you' and I don't want to." She looks at me for not even a second before saying,
"What if I told him not to say that?" I look at her. I really did want Jam here, he's always been able to make me smile.
"I... no I can't let him here." I look away. Letting Jam in here would just make me more depressed because he would blame himself. I tell that to Linda.
"Slash, he blames himself for you not letting him in here." I knew Linda wasn't going to give up until I agree.
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Driving to the hospital I was nervous. Actually walking into the building I got even more so. I didn't know what to expect. I had never visited anyone in the hospital except for Linda, but she wasn't sick at the time. I had heard stories of people with cancer loosing their hair or large amounts of weight but I just couldn't imagine Slash without hair, or the light build he'd developed from a life of snowboarding. When I walked into his room I got the shock of a life time, he was gone. Their was a nurse tidying up but no Slash.
"Um, excuse me?" I got the nurses attention, it was a different one from the nurse that had been there the last time I had visited.
"Oh, you must be Jam." She smiled at me, "Slash is in the activity room, just down the hall. You can't miss it. It is the room with all the noise." I smiled at her. I headed down the hall in search of the activity room. As I made my way down the hall I couldn't help but notice how, childish the ward was. Slash was only sixteen so of course they would put him in with other kids, but the number of children here who are to young to even be home with out a babysitter or parent was surprising. And saddening. I found the activity room. Slash was sitting in the back with a boy who was maybe five or six having a pokemon battle. He was loosing of course.
"Slash!" I walked up behind him and covered his eyes.
"Jam?" he tried to move out from behind my hands, "Hey come on man, I need those." I laughed and let him see. I sat my self beside him and motioned to the kid.
"Who's your babysitter?" I asked. He growls at me, and the boy laughs.
"This is Mark, and he's not my babysitter. I'm to old for one." I roll my eyes.
"That's not what your mom says." He finally puts the controller down and looks at me. For the first time I get a good look at him. He had some hair but not as much as he used to. I notice that he cut it in an attempt to make it look like he had more that he really did. He also looks like he hasn't been eating, or at least eating vary little. He blinks a couple of times.
"What? Do I look like some freak or something?" I shake my head, realizing I had been staring.
"No, you look so incredibly beautiful. I was just wondering if you really are Slash or and angel in disguised." He looks at me for a second, then smiles.
"You are full of it aren't you? I dunno why but you sappy little speech actually made me feel less sick. But then I guess at the moment anything would make me feel less ill." I stand up and offer him my hand. The one thing I love about Slash is he doesn't get offended when someone offers to help him.
"Let's go back to my room, I wanna show you something." He takes my hand and lets me pull him up. He waves good bye to Mark and leads the way out of the room. I follow. When we get back to the room he closes the door behind me then turns around and kisses like theirs no tomorrow. I was a tad surprised by this but I also have missed him to much to care. I kiss back.
