Bury Me Deep Inside Your Heart(Sequel to DCYH)(Ville Valo Fanfic)

Chapter 3

Skylar’s point of view Four Days Later

Two days ago my friend, Caroline, and I flew to West Chester. Phil picked us up from the airport. Everyone was happy to see us, but it was bittersweet. They asked me if I wanted to go with them to the hospital. I shook my head no. I used jet lag as my excuse but I know it wasn’t that. It was as if I didn’t go see Bam, then it would be less real, less my fault.

But here I am, staring at Bam, IVs in his arms and bandages around his wrists, and reality slaps me in the face. My chest tightens, my chin trembles and tears start rushing down my face. I lay my head on the bed. Someone kisses me then feet start shuffling out the door. I stay like that long after the tears stop. I hear footsteps walk towards me then stop. I look then raise my arms up, like a child who wants to be picked up. Raab smiles and picks me up, then sits down in the chair. He wraps his arms around me and I lay my head on his shoulder. He rubs my back.

"It’s my fault," I say, barely disturbing the silence.

"What’s your fault?" Raab asks just as quietly.

"What Bam did, I know it is. Ville told me that Bam wanted to apologize, and try to make things better between us, but I wasn’t ready to forgive him. I didn’t know if I even wanted to." Bam makes a noise and I look over at him. His eyes flicker then start to open. I jump up and tell Raab to go get a nurse.

"Bam?" I say softly. He opens his eyes, blinks a few times, then looks over at me. I smile.

"Skylar?" he mumbles.

"It’s me, Bam. I’m here," I tell him, taking his hand in mine. He says my name again and squeezes my hand. I wipe a tear away. A nurse rushes into the room with April and Phil behind her. I start to leave so they can be with Bam but his grip tightens on my hand and he shouts no. I look down at him. His eyes are wide and full of tears. I lean down and kiss his forehead. He closes his eyes and sighs. The tears fall. I wipe them away. The nurse tells us he’s going to be fine and leaves.

Various friends and family come and go. Each of them basically saying the same thing: I’m glad you’re okay, you really gave us a scare, don’t ever do that again. Bam just smiles, nods and holds tight to my hand, as if he’s afraid I would disappear on him. Eventually, visiting hours are over. I tried to get Bam to let his mom stay overnight, the hospital allows one guest to stay, but he wanted me.

He hasn’t spoken a word to me since everyone left, and I know he wants to talk, lord knows we definitely need too. I stare at our entwined fingers and sigh.

"Bam, we need to talk," I say softly. He doesn’t reply. "Bam, did you hear me?" I ask looking up. "He fell asleep," I think to myself. I gently slip my hand out of his and head to the bathroom. I come out and grab my sketchbook then sit back down. I doodle for a while. My phone starts vibrating. I pull it out of my pocket and answer it.

"Hey, Ville," I say.

"Hey, kaunis, how is everything?"

"Bam, woke up today," I reply.

"He did? That’s good. Did he say anything about…" he trails off.

"No. He had a bunch of family and friends coming and going and whenever someone asked, he clammed up. After visiting hours, I tried to get him to talk, but he just stayed silent." I sneeze.

Ville says something to someone then asks, "How are you feeling?"

"Physically, I feel like a cold is coming. If so, then I need to go home. Bam can’t afford to get sick. Emotionally, I feel train wreck. Happy, because Bam’s alive, pissed because he tried to kill himself, sad because it’s my fault. I just don’t know what to do." I take a deep breath and wipe the tears away.

"Just be happy that he’s alive, and when he is released from the hospital, then talk to him about what happened. I know that if I were lying on that bed, I would want someone to wait until I was home before yelling at me."

"I love you," I say.

"I love you, too, kaunis," Ville replies. We talk a little bit longer then hang up. I stand and stretch. A nurse comes in and checks on Bam. He wakes up, smiles at me then falls back to sleep. I kiss his head then lie down on the couch.

Bam’s point of view The Next Day

Skylar introduced me to her friend, Caroline. She’s a cute, petite, brown eyed girl with blood red hair. She was a little shy at first but opened up real quick. Skylar hasn’t said a word since last night, other than to say thank you to Phil for bringing food in.

"Skylar, are you okay? I mean you always ate like pig, but your appetite seems, voracious today," I say. She swallows and says, "I’m fine. Who taught you the word ‘voracious’?" I stick my tongue out and she smiles. I smile back.

"Bam’s right, though, you have been eating a lot lately. Are you sure your fine?" Caroline asks worriedly. Skylar smiles at her.

"I am fine, really. I’ve just been really hungry lately. It’s no big deal," she replies, going back to her food. Caroline looks skeptical but drops the subject.

Later that day, Phil, April, and Caroline get ready to leave. Skylar starts to get up, then fall back onto the couch.

"Oh, goodness! Are you okay!?" April says, rushing over to Skylar. She puts a hand on her forehead. Skylar brushes her off.

"I’m fine. I just stood up to fast. Really, I’m okay," she tells April. She frowns. Skylar hugs her and they leave. Sky sits down in the chair and takes my hand in hers.

"Are you sure you’re okay?" I ask. She smiles and nods.

"I think I’m just coming down with a cold, that’s all. Raab is coming to sit with you until they release you," she tells him.

"I don’t want you to go," I say softly.

"It’s for the better, and I’ll be there when you get home." She glances up. Raab is standing there. I sigh and say okay. She hugs me then grabs her stuff. Rabb hands her his keys. She takes them, waves then leaves the room.