‹ Prequel: I Do Not Fall For Boys

I've Got A Mosaic Heart

Bind me in plastic like a doll

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Sidenote: Hi guys ^_^ man i'm finally
back. Ha "rumour has it" aka apparently
a d+ isn't as impressive as one [namely,
me] would like to think lol. I'm like "But it's
a plus" and mom's like "mhm, it's also a
d" anyways though good news is i found
a ten cent coin in the bottom of my bag...
well that and i'm back my lovelies lol ^_^
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VILLE’S POV
“He’s stabilized but you’ll need to be careful because he hasn’t fully recovered so I would recommend only one visitor at a time” I heard the doctor drone.
I stared at the bluish curtain surrounding my bed waiting for Bam to push through them any second...and he did.
“Ville!” he shouted rushing over. I should’ve told him he didn’t need to shout because I was right here...
He brushed his hands up my face as if inspecting for himself that I was alright. He muttered ‘oh god’ under his breath about fifty times then looked in shock at the machines and bags attached to me with various plastic tubes running into my body.
“How did this happen, like what was wrong?” he asked, finally seated. I bit my lip – I didn’t want to have to tell him.
“Ville, is it like a disease or something? Are you gonna be alright?” he pleaded. I couldn’t stand to see him so desperate.
“My kidney gave out, it like...ruptured or something they said” I looked away, hoping he would get the hint.
“Oh fuck...” he choked in realization. “W-was it something I did?”
I stayed silent, avoiding the look of distress on his paled face.
“Ville, please” he begged, “tell me”
“You...you didn’t mean to” I offered, “so really it’s not your fault”
“Fuck” he said loudly, I could see his reflection in the window. He ran his hand through his hair looking pissed off as hell.
“You weren’t tying to hurt me, it’s ok” I smiled, turning back to him.
“That’s not the fucking point. I did this, it’s my fault” he cried out, sounding like a wounded animal.
“No, no shh, it’s not your fault, don’t blame yourself” I tried but he cut me off.
“H-how? H...how did I...” he stuttered, shaking visibly.
“It doesn’t matter, I’m ok. Look I’m perfectly fine” I avoided the question.
“How, Ville. Just tell me” his voice shaking more with each word uttered.
“They said it happened from a sharp blow to my back or something, but I’m alright now” I said trying to sound like I wasn’t hurt and that every time I moved it wasn’t like a million horses stampeding on me.
“Fucking hell. Fuck. Fuck. I nearly fucking killed you”
What do I say to that ‘yeah you did’ or what? I chose silence as the best answer.
“I’m so so-” he began.
“Sorry” I finished abruptly.
“I am, I fucking swear I’m so sorry” Bam was nearly in tears.
“I believe you, alright” I said sharply.
“I love you, I love you more than I ever thought I could and you have to believe me” he sniffled quickly wiping his face.
“I believe you, Bam” I replied, sympathetically.
“Please take me back” he pleaded
I froze, what did he just say? Take him back? I swallowed my breath which I nearly choked on.
“I...I don’t know if I can” I quivered, my voice trembling.