Part one: Skateboarding Stunt

His eyes fluttered, as they remained closed. Nearby machines beeped, and people around him were talking. But he heard none of it for he was far away in his own unconscious world. Even if he had heard it, it wouldn't have made much sense to him.

"Ok clamp it there."
"Let's pull it out."
"Easy, easy. It's close to his stomach."
"That's in there deeper than we thought."
"Nurse, suction hose please. There's a lot of blood."

The large piece of metal was pulled out and placed in a pan of water.

"Ok… there we go. It's out."
"Wow. How he managed to get it stuck that far without damaging his stomach is beyond me."
"Let's start getting him closed up."

Bam looked straight forward and concentrated. He placed one foot on the board and prepared to skate while the others watched from behind.

"You ready Bam?"
"Yeah. Of course I'm ready."
"There's no way that he'll make this one." One of the guys whispered.
"I heard that! Don't jinx me."
"Why are you trying this Bam? It's not like any one challenged you to it."
"I challenged myself. Now shut up and let me do this."

He started gaining speed on his skateboard and approached the ramp. The board hit the ramp and he and the board took to the air. He lost his footing on the board, and it flew away from him. Suddenly everything seemed to be moving in slow motion. He looked down toward the spiked metal fence just feet below him. The spikes were moving closer and closer to him. His eyes closed and then he felt time speed up again. The landing was hard and very intense. He opened his eyes again and all he could see was the road on the other side of the fence. He looked behind him as best as he could and saw his feet hanging above the grass.

I landed didn't I? If I landed then why is the ground so far away from me? Wait… what did I land on?

The pain in his stomach blurred his vision and he finally realized where he was lying. The other guys rushed up to him, shouting things that jumbled together.

"Oh God. Oh God." He didn't want to look down at the fence.
"Bam are you ok? Can you get down?"

He recognized the voice but he didn't want to try to look at him. He then heard someone else gasp in shock.

"What? What is it?" He cringed from the torturous pain. "Never mind I think I know."
"Bam we have to get you down."

Someone grabbed Bam's legs from behind and two more guys placed their hands around Bam's chest and shoulders.

"Ok let's lift him slowly."

They started to lift Bam up off of the spike.

"No! Leave me here! Leave me here!" Bam screamed.
"But we have to get you down."
"Please just don't touch me. Leave me here, please." Bam sniveled and turned his head down.
"Are you crying?"
"Dude. It hurts so fucking much!" The tears ran down his paled cheeks. All he could do was stare at whatever was in front of him through the tears and pain until the ambulance arrived.

A man in a navy blue uniform stood in front of him while two or three others worked on getting him down.

"You're going to be fine. Just focus on me. Don't worry about what they're doing. Ok?"
"Ok."

He couldn't help wanting to look behind him once he felt someone grab his legs.

"No, no, no. Look at me."
"We're going to have to cut him off."
"Cut me off? But…"
"Shhh… don't worry about what they're doing. Just focus on me. You'll be down in a minute."
"Ok." He sniffed as the tears continued to fall.

The sound of the saw cutting through the metal made him remember about the pain in his stomach. He screamed and moaned for a moment, taking his focus off of the man in front of him. The paramedic grabbed Bam by the hands and gave them a squeeze.

"Please keep focusing on me. Just squeeze my hands, and focus on my face. It will be over soon."

The sawing stopped and Bam was picked up. He was then placed on a stretcher that was flat to the ground. His friends stood back in horror the whole time the paramedics were getting him down, but they were really shocked to see him lying on the stretcher. The front of his shirt near his stomach was soaked with blood and ripped. Sticking out of his stomach through the shirt was a sawed off piece of metal: one of the spikes from the top of the fence. A sheet was wrapped around Bam, covering up the bloody mess, and then Bam and the stretcher were pushed into the back of the ambulance. Left on the fence where Bam had landed were streaks of blood.

Bam slowly opened his eyes and gazed wearily around the room. It took a minute for his eyes to adjust, but once they did he caught sight of a familiar face looking back at him.

"Jenn." He said with a sleepy smile.
"Glad to see that you're awake."
"How long have I been asleep?"
"Not very long. Just got out of surgery a half an hour ago." She smoothed his hair back and smiled sympathetically. "So how are you feeling?"
"My stomach hurts."
"Well I sure hope so. You did just have a big piece of pointed metal removed from it."
Bam cracked a smile. "That's true. I guess I'll feel better once the morphine kicks in. If I start getting loopy or fall back asleep, please excuse me."

They talked for a while, even though not much of what Bam said made sense due to the painkillers. He laughed and looked at her. Then he placed his hand on the side of Jenn's face, patting it.

"Hey… you're pretty." He laughed
"Ok Bam. Looks like they gave you a big, big dose of painkillers. Bam?" She looked at him and saw that he had fallen asleep.

She stood up and kissed him on the forehead. Walking out of the room she saw Bam's parents.

"We just got here. How is he?" Phil asked.
"He's fine, but he just fell asleep."
"Was he talking to you?' Asked April.
"Yeah. It's funny; the last most intelligible thing he said to me was 'If I start getting loopy or fall asleep again, please excuse me.' Then he got all loopy and fell asleep."
They laughed.
"Well at least we know he'll be all right." Said April.