Chapter 7
Bam and April sat in the hard chairs as Phil filled out the forms at the front desk. Bam fidgeted in his seat and swung his legs against the legs of the chair.
"Mom?" He whined. "Why do we have to be here? It's boring."
"I know honey. Just hang in there."
Phil came over to them holding a clipboard in his hand. "You're supposed to sign it here." He said to April, handing her the pen.
"Ok." She took the clipboard and scribbled her signature. "Here Phil." She handed the clipboard to him.
Phil took the clipboard back up to the desk and then sat down to wait. A few minutes later a nurse came up to them.
"Mr. And Mrs. Margera?"
"Yes?" They asked at the same time.
"Is this Brandon?" Bam looked up at his name.
"Yes it is."
"Come along please."
April looked at Bam.
"Come on Bam Bam. Let's go."
"Where are we going?"
"We just have to follow the nice nurse."
"Uh-oh."
"Uh-oh what?"
"The last time you said that I had to get a shot. Am I getting a shot?"
April smiled sadly at him."No sweetie you're not getting a shot."
The nurse led them down the hall and showed them to where Bam was going to be staying. A doctor joined them on the tour to explain everything to them. Phil turned to Bam when the doctor was about to take him to his room.
"Bam Bam now listen to me. Mom and I love you very, very much. You know that?"
"Yeah."
"Well since we love you, we feel it's best to leave you here for a while."
"What? I don't understand. Where are we?"
"This is a hospital, Bam Bam. We and the doctor think you should be here."
"I don't understand. I'm not sick am I? I feel fine."
"Listen. I know you don't understand what's going on. This… this is a special hospital. You have to be here so… so you can get better."
"But I'm not sick. Why do I have to be in the hospital?' He stared at them with wide scared eyes. His lower lip began to tremble. "Why are you leaving me here? Don't you… don't you love me any more?" Tears began to fall from his frightened eyes.
"Bam Bam we love you with all of our hearts. You should know that." April said.
"But why are you getting rid of me?"
" Brandon we're not getting rid of you. Please, just go with the doctor and everything will be all right."
"But…" The tears were falling faster.
"Come on Brandon. I'll take you to your room." Said the doctor as he took Bam by the hand.
Bam looked at the doctor and then at his parents. He dropped the doctor's hand. "No! I don't wanna go! You can't make me!" He plopped down to the floor and sat in Indian style, determined not to budge.
" Brandon please go with the doctor."
"No!"
" Brandon he's a nice doctor. Please just go with him."
Bam covered his ears with is hands. "No I don't wanna! I'm not going!" He blubbered. "I promise to be a very good boy. Please don't get rid of me!"
Phil bent down and hugged him. He loosened his grip on Bam an wiped his tears away.
"Brandon this has nothing to do with you being bad, and we're not getting rid of you. We're only doing this because we love you. I know you don't understand what's going on, and everything is probably really scary for you right now. But please you have to go with the doctor now. Mom and I will come visit you all the time. But you have to be brave for us, ok?"
"Ok." Bam said with a sniff. "I'll be brave." He said even though he still unsure of what was happening.
"Ok?" Bam nodded. "Ok then, let's stand up now, and go with the doctor to your room. Mom and I will come to visit you real soon. Don't worry son."
"You promise?"
"Yes Brandon I promise."
Bam looked up at the doctor as he stood up. He placed his hand in the doctor's hand. And then he took one last glance at his parents as they walked away. April took to Phil's side and sadly leaned her head against his shoulder as they watched Bam and the doctor walk down the hall. Bam took glances back at his parents every few steps they took. Tearstains were evident on his cheeks.