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 visited Eddy as much as I could, but it wasn't until he started to get to weak to sit, even between treatments, when I began to realize that what he had told me on my first visit might be true. And every time I saw him, or any of the other patients, I couldn't help but feel how lucky I was, and how I could just as easily end up back in the oncology ward. Jam was pretty sympathetic; I think he was mostly worried that I would get sick again. I went to the hospital for my monthly test. They stuck needles in me and took blood and bone marrow from me then told me everything was good and sent me on my way. After I left the office I went to see Eddy. When I got there his parents where standing out side his room together, his mom was crying. I got worried. Mrs. Stevens, Eddy's mother, looked at me. She motioned for me to come over. I swallowed hard and approached her. With out saying anything she pulled me into a hug, I hugged her back. She let go and looked at me.
"Slash, I want you to know how much it means to us that you where such a great friend to Eddy." She dabbed her eyes with a tissue. Mr Stevens stepped forward.
"Eddy wanted you to have this. He was sleeping when his heart stopped. He didn't suffer." I nod slowly and look down at the envelope and swallow. I thank the Stevens and leave. I meet up with Jam in the lobby of the hospital. He asks me why I didn't stop to see Eddy as I usually do. He takes one look at my face and understands. He reaches out to hug me pull back.
"I just want to go home." I say quietly. He nods and walks quietly with me to the car. The whole ride he says nothing. When we stop I look up and see that we are not at my house but in an abandoned parking lot. I look over at him. He hands me a small pack pf tissues and asks if I want to be alone, I nod. He kisses me on the cheek before climbing out of the car. I sit there for about five minutes before opening the letter.
Dear Slash,
If you are reading this then that means the inevitable has happened.
I have told my mom about how you have helped me and I know that she sees you
almost as another son. All I can really say in that you have made these last few months easier on me. You were the only true friend I've had since I got sick. I wrote this because I wanted to say goodbye, and I'll see you some other time. To tell the truth I kind of wish I could have had a chance to baby-sit Kyle like you had promised. I'm going to miss you.
Your friend forever,
Eddy
P.S. I've enclosed a picture that I thought you might want to keep.
By the time I had finished reading I was crying. I pulled the picture out of the envelope, it was Jam and me. We were both in my bed in the hospital, we were curled up in each other's arms and sleeping. Jam opened the door and climbed in, I didn't notice until he pulled me into a hug. I wrapped my arms around him and cried. We stayed like that for a while before I managed to stop my tears. I wiped my eyes and blew my nose. Jam and I headed home.
***
Eddy's funeral was that weekend. Two days after he passed on. I stayed in the back of the crowed, I didn't want anyone telling my how sorry they were. I didn't pay much attention to the speakers, or anyone else. It was like I was in a dream world, everything was going on as it should but I was stuck in the same place. I slipped away just as the minister was finishing up. I walked along the stone pathway leading through the cemetery. I walked for about an hour before returning to Eddy's grave. There where fresh picked flowers that people had left. They left them once but would probably never come back to leave anymore, for some reason that made me angry, then sad. I bit my lip to stop from crying. I don't know how long I had been standing there when a pair of arms wrapped around me from behind.
"You ok?" Jam's soft whisper comforted me some, I had been feeling so apart from the rest of the crowd that actually hearing him talk to me seemed to bring me back. I turned around and hugged him. I buried my face in his neck and let the sound of his heart comfort me.
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 visited Eddy as much as I could, but it wasn't until he started to get to weak to sit, even between treatments, when I began to realize that what he had told me on my first visit might be true. And every time I saw him, or any of the other patients, I couldn't help but feel how lucky I was, and how I could just as easily end up back in the oncology ward. Jam was pretty sympathetic; I think he was mostly worried that I would get sick again. I went to the hospital for my monthly test. They stuck needles in me and took blood and bone marrow from me then told me everything was good and sent me on my way. After I left the office I went to see Eddy. When I got there his parents where standing out side his room together, his mom was crying. I got worried. Mrs. Stevens, Eddy's mother, looked at me. She motioned for me to come over. I swallowed hard and approached her. With out saying anything she pulled me into a hug, I hugged her back. She let go and looked at me.
"Slash, I want you to know how much it means to us that you where such a great friend to Eddy." She dabbed her eyes with a tissue. Mr Stevens stepped forward.
"Eddy wanted you to have this. He was sleeping when his heart stopped. He didn't suffer." I nod slowly and look down at the envelope and swallow. I thank the Stevens and leave. I meet up with Jam in the lobby of the hospital. He asks me why I didn't stop to see Eddy as I usually do. He takes one look at my face and understands. He reaches out to hug me pull back.
"I just want to go home." I say quietly. He nods and walks quietly with me to the car. The whole ride he says nothing. When we stop I look up and see that we are not at my house but in an abandoned parking lot. I look over at him. He hands me a small pack pf tissues and asks if I want to be alone, I nod. He kisses me on the cheek before climbing out of the car. I sit there for about five minutes before opening the letter.
Dear Slash,
If you are reading this then that means the inevitable has happened.
I have told my mom about how you have helped me and I know that she sees you
almost as another son. All I can really say in that you have made these last few months easier on me. You were the only true friend I've had since I got sick. I wrote this because I wanted to say goodbye, and I'll see you some other time. To tell the truth I kind of wish I could have had a chance to baby-sit Kyle like you had promised. I'm going to miss you.
Your friend forever,
Eddy
P.S. I've enclosed a picture that I thought you might want to keep.
By the time I had finished reading I was crying. I pulled the picture out of the envelope, it was Jam and me. We were both in my bed in the hospital, we were curled up in each other's arms and sleeping. Jam opened the door and climbed in, I didn't notice until he pulled me into a hug. I wrapped my arms around him and cried. We stayed like that for a while before I managed to stop my tears. I wiped my eyes and blew my nose. Jam and I headed home.
***
Eddy's funeral was that weekend. Two days after he passed on. I stayed in the back of the crowed, I didn't want anyone telling my how sorry they were. I didn't pay much attention to the speakers, or anyone else. It was like I was in a dream world, everything was going on as it should but I was stuck in the same place. I slipped away just as the minister was finishing up. I walked along the stone pathway leading through the cemetery. I walked for about an hour before returning to Eddy's grave. There where fresh picked flowers that people had left. They left them once but would probably never come back to leave anymore, for some reason that made me angry, then sad. I bit my lip to stop from crying. I don't know how long I had been standing there when a pair of arms wrapped around me from behind.
"You ok?" Jam's soft whisper comforted me some, I had been feeling so apart from the rest of the crowd that actually hearing him talk to me seemed to bring me back. I turned around and hugged him. I buried my face in his neck and let the sound of his heart comfort me.
