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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I had no idea how many days had passed before I was coherent again. My throught felt scratchy and when I tested my voice it was hoarse. A nurse came in shortly after I awoke, she explained that I had caught the flu and because of the chemo therapy my immune system was too weak to fight off the infection. I asked how long I had been in the ICU.
"About two weeks, and if all goes well you should be back down in the oncology ward by Friday." I really didn't know what to think, one moment I was packed and ready to go home and the next thing I knew I was being told that I was going back to the same old ward of the same old hospital as if it were a good thing. Being stuck in the ICU was absolutely no fun. The only people who were allowed in my room were nurses and doctors and I had to see all my visitors through a window, I felt like some sideshow freak on display. I figured out in the first three days that Jam came at the same time every day and I actually started to look forward to it, even though he could actually come in and visit me.
By the time Friday rolled around I was sick and tired of isolation. I was so overjoyed when the nurse came in with a wheel chair and started to unhook me from all of the machines that I barely able to stay in bed.
"I am going to take you down to the oncology ward, you get to stay with your IV for a few more days," groaned and the nurse smiled. "And despite how hard you father tried he couldn't get you back in your old room, nor could he get you another private room. There fore you get a roommate." I thought about that on the way down, well at least I'd have someone to talk to of course I wouldn't have my privacy for various other activities that had occupied my time while I had been confined to my own room at night. It didn't take long to get down to the old ward. The nurse kept chatting the whole way and I was certain I was going to jump out of the chair and strangle her with the IV line when we turned into a room. One bed was empty, my guess was that I would be occupying that one, the other one has a boy about ten or eleven sleeping in it. The nurse helped me get settled and by the time she was satisfied that I was comfortable, I was also exhausted. I laid back, closed my eyes and fell asleep in less that two minutes.
I awoke to the sound of someone crying. It was dark both in the room and outside. Sitting up in bed I realized that it was my roommate that was crying, I honestly didn't know what to do. I cleared my throught. His head shot up and he looked me in the eye despite the darkness.
"Are you ok?" I asked tentatively. He just stared at me for a few seconds before answering.
"I'm fine." He looked down at his hands and I could tell he was lying. Carefully I climbed out of bed and dragged my IV line with me over to his side of the room and sat down in the chair beside his bed.
"Well, do you mind keeping me company for a while? I just got back from the ICU and I really need to talk with someone who doesn't work here." He looked back up at me and smiled slightly, almost like he was thanking me for not making a big deal about his crying.
"I guess," I held out my hand.
"My name is Slash Kamei, I'm stuck here with Leukemia, how about you?" He cautiously took my hand and shook it.
"Um, my name is Edgar, my doctor said I had non-Hodgkin's Lymphoma. I just got here this morning, before you did and I miss my mom and dad." His bottom lip began to quiver slightly, I suddenly felt my paternal instinct take over. I very carefully moved my self so that I was seated beside him on the bed and pulled him into a hug. I wasn't even sure why I did it, maybe because I know what it is like your first night in a hospital or maybe just because having a son of my own made me miss Kyle. I felt the younger boy wrap his arms around me and start shaking, I didn't say or do anything I just let him cry. It didn't take long for him to wear him self out and soon he was asleep.
I woke the next morning to find myself alone in the room, when the nurse came in with my breakfast asked her where Edgar was and she told me that he had gone for radiation. She when about doing all the things nurses do, as she got ready to draw blood I decided to ask the question that had been on my mind since last night.
"What is non-Hodgkin's Lymphoma?" she looked at me for a second.
"Well, it is a type of cancer that causes tumors to grow on your internal organs. In some cases it is not to serious in others the chances for survival are so slim that a doctor might even decided that treatment won't really help. I take it you have talked to your roommate some?" she smiled at me.
"Yeah, can you tell how serious Edgar's condition is?" I ask, she sighs slightly.
"Unfortunately I am not allowed to talk to about a patients condition to anyone other than immediate family. Besides I doubt the doctor even knows at this point, he was admitted yesterday." I nod, sigh, lay back and stair out the window. When Edgar came back in he was followed closely by a nurse and a couple that where probably in their mid-thirties. I took one look at the boys weak, prone form on the hospital bed and can't help but think of my self in that same state, I know I have been there before. The woman looks at me for a second then smiles.
"You must be Slash, Eddy has been talking about you all morning. He told use you where really nice to him last night." I smile back.
"Yeah, well he's a nice kid." She walks over and looks at the small display of pictures that adorn my bedside table, I had set them up last night after Edgar had gone to sleep.
"That is more or less my family, well except for her," I point to Linda in a picture of her and me, "She's my ex and a good friend." She smiles and picks up a picture of Kyle and me.
"This is a nice picture, your little brother is really adorable." I get a slightly embarrassed feeling in the pit of my stomach that I always get when someone calls Kyle my brother. I have had more than my s hare of bad experiences with telling people that he's my son. I swallow.
"Um, actually he's my son," I say, I can feel a slight blush starting. She looks as if she doesn't know what to say.
"Well then, he's still really cute. How old is he?" she finally says, I can see slight disapproval in her eyes.
"He's two," I look down at my hands, not because I feel bad but because I am starting to miss him. I hadn't been sick he would be staying at my house right now. Besides he has a talent for cheering people up. The lady lets out a small 'oh' I sigh. I know what she's thinking, it's like when people are trying to decide if I'm Japanese or Canadian I have to spell it out for them.
"I'm sixteen, I had just turned fourteen when he was born. His mom is the girl in the other picture, Linda, and to tell the truth I really miss him." I suddenly feel like crying. Edgar's mother takes one look at me and guesses how I feel.
"I know what it's like, last night I didn't get any sleep." She looks over at her son, "I was so worried about Eddy and all wanted was to hold him close and take all this away." By the time she finished she had started to cry her self. I reach over to where the nurse stores all the basics like puke buckets and pull out a box of tissue. I hand it to her, she thanks me then apologizes for getting so emotional. I tell her that it is no problem.
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It took what seemed like forever for Slash to get better. I visited the hospital everyday hoping that I would be able to look in and see him awake. And every day I showed up and he was still unconscious. After about two weeks of waiting he finally woke up. I was only allowed in on fifteen minute intervals, but one of those time when I got to see him he squinched up his nose like he does when you wake him up then he opened his eyes. He looked around the room and finally his eyes landed on mine. I was trying so hard not burst into tear that I almost missed it when they did. His face lit up and I knew it was because the first person he saw was someone he cared about. He raised his hand slightly waving at my and I waved back. The nurse showed up and told me my fifteen minutes where up. I blew him a kiss and managed to tear myself away from the window. I was surprised when I managed to make it home without starting to cry. When I did reach home I headed up to my room and finally let go of my relief and cried my self to sleep.
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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I had no idea how many days had passed before I was coherent again. My throught felt scratchy and when I tested my voice it was hoarse. A nurse came in shortly after I awoke, she explained that I had caught the flu and because of the chemo therapy my immune system was too weak to fight off the infection. I asked how long I had been in the ICU.
"About two weeks, and if all goes well you should be back down in the oncology ward by Friday." I really didn't know what to think, one moment I was packed and ready to go home and the next thing I knew I was being told that I was going back to the same old ward of the same old hospital as if it were a good thing. Being stuck in the ICU was absolutely no fun. The only people who were allowed in my room were nurses and doctors and I had to see all my visitors through a window, I felt like some sideshow freak on display. I figured out in the first three days that Jam came at the same time every day and I actually started to look forward to it, even though he could actually come in and visit me.
By the time Friday rolled around I was sick and tired of isolation. I was so overjoyed when the nurse came in with a wheel chair and started to unhook me from all of the machines that I barely able to stay in bed.
"I am going to take you down to the oncology ward, you get to stay with your IV for a few more days," groaned and the nurse smiled. "And despite how hard you father tried he couldn't get you back in your old room, nor could he get you another private room. There fore you get a roommate." I thought about that on the way down, well at least I'd have someone to talk to of course I wouldn't have my privacy for various other activities that had occupied my time while I had been confined to my own room at night. It didn't take long to get down to the old ward. The nurse kept chatting the whole way and I was certain I was going to jump out of the chair and strangle her with the IV line when we turned into a room. One bed was empty, my guess was that I would be occupying that one, the other one has a boy about ten or eleven sleeping in it. The nurse helped me get settled and by the time she was satisfied that I was comfortable, I was also exhausted. I laid back, closed my eyes and fell asleep in less that two minutes.
I awoke to the sound of someone crying. It was dark both in the room and outside. Sitting up in bed I realized that it was my roommate that was crying, I honestly didn't know what to do. I cleared my throught. His head shot up and he looked me in the eye despite the darkness.
"Are you ok?" I asked tentatively. He just stared at me for a few seconds before answering.
"I'm fine." He looked down at his hands and I could tell he was lying. Carefully I climbed out of bed and dragged my IV line with me over to his side of the room and sat down in the chair beside his bed.
"Well, do you mind keeping me company for a while? I just got back from the ICU and I really need to talk with someone who doesn't work here." He looked back up at me and smiled slightly, almost like he was thanking me for not making a big deal about his crying.
"I guess," I held out my hand.
"My name is Slash Kamei, I'm stuck here with Leukemia, how about you?" He cautiously took my hand and shook it.
"Um, my name is Edgar, my doctor said I had non-Hodgkin's Lymphoma. I just got here this morning, before you did and I miss my mom and dad." His bottom lip began to quiver slightly, I suddenly felt my paternal instinct take over. I very carefully moved my self so that I was seated beside him on the bed and pulled him into a hug. I wasn't even sure why I did it, maybe because I know what it is like your first night in a hospital or maybe just because having a son of my own made me miss Kyle. I felt the younger boy wrap his arms around me and start shaking, I didn't say or do anything I just let him cry. It didn't take long for him to wear him self out and soon he was asleep.
I woke the next morning to find myself alone in the room, when the nurse came in with my breakfast asked her where Edgar was and she told me that he had gone for radiation. She when about doing all the things nurses do, as she got ready to draw blood I decided to ask the question that had been on my mind since last night.
"What is non-Hodgkin's Lymphoma?" she looked at me for a second.
"Well, it is a type of cancer that causes tumors to grow on your internal organs. In some cases it is not to serious in others the chances for survival are so slim that a doctor might even decided that treatment won't really help. I take it you have talked to your roommate some?" she smiled at me.
"Yeah, can you tell how serious Edgar's condition is?" I ask, she sighs slightly.
"Unfortunately I am not allowed to talk to about a patients condition to anyone other than immediate family. Besides I doubt the doctor even knows at this point, he was admitted yesterday." I nod, sigh, lay back and stair out the window. When Edgar came back in he was followed closely by a nurse and a couple that where probably in their mid-thirties. I took one look at the boys weak, prone form on the hospital bed and can't help but think of my self in that same state, I know I have been there before. The woman looks at me for a second then smiles.
"You must be Slash, Eddy has been talking about you all morning. He told use you where really nice to him last night." I smile back.
"Yeah, well he's a nice kid." She walks over and looks at the small display of pictures that adorn my bedside table, I had set them up last night after Edgar had gone to sleep.
"That is more or less my family, well except for her," I point to Linda in a picture of her and me, "She's my ex and a good friend." She smiles and picks up a picture of Kyle and me.
"This is a nice picture, your little brother is really adorable." I get a slightly embarrassed feeling in the pit of my stomach that I always get when someone calls Kyle my brother. I have had more than my s hare of bad experiences with telling people that he's my son. I swallow.
"Um, actually he's my son," I say, I can feel a slight blush starting. She looks as if she doesn't know what to say.
"Well then, he's still really cute. How old is he?" she finally says, I can see slight disapproval in her eyes.
"He's two," I look down at my hands, not because I feel bad but because I am starting to miss him. I hadn't been sick he would be staying at my house right now. Besides he has a talent for cheering people up. The lady lets out a small 'oh' I sigh. I know what she's thinking, it's like when people are trying to decide if I'm Japanese or Canadian I have to spell it out for them.
"I'm sixteen, I had just turned fourteen when he was born. His mom is the girl in the other picture, Linda, and to tell the truth I really miss him." I suddenly feel like crying. Edgar's mother takes one look at me and guesses how I feel.
"I know what it's like, last night I didn't get any sleep." She looks over at her son, "I was so worried about Eddy and all wanted was to hold him close and take all this away." By the time she finished she had started to cry her self. I reach over to where the nurse stores all the basics like puke buckets and pull out a box of tissue. I hand it to her, she thanks me then apologizes for getting so emotional. I tell her that it is no problem.
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It took what seemed like forever for Slash to get better. I visited the hospital everyday hoping that I would be able to look in and see him awake. And every day I showed up and he was still unconscious. After about two weeks of waiting he finally woke up. I was only allowed in on fifteen minute intervals, but one of those time when I got to see him he squinched up his nose like he does when you wake him up then he opened his eyes. He looked around the room and finally his eyes landed on mine. I was trying so hard not burst into tear that I almost missed it when they did. His face lit up and I knew it was because the first person he saw was someone he cared about. He raised his hand slightly waving at my and I waved back. The nurse showed up and told me my fifteen minutes where up. I blew him a kiss and managed to tear myself away from the window. I was surprised when I managed to make it home without starting to cry. When I did reach home I headed up to my room and finally let go of my relief and cried my self to sleep.
