"Big Boy Blaine Wilson 5" Starring: Blaine Wilson, "Brian Smith"
Note: I do not know Blaine Wilson. He may or may not be gay. This is highly unlikely, considering he is engaged. Remember, this story is complete fiction: it is not real! Also, I know the Olympics have ended, but just pretend that they are going on right now! Send your comments to RockLink00@aol.com.
Previously >>| The all-around, gymnastics' premier event, was to take place. Blaine went to practice all day, with Brian watching from the stands.
The two men went to an Italian restaurant for lunch, and then they returned to the arena for more practice. Brian stayed in the changing room to watch the all-around competition. Blaine finished in fifth place, and returned to the changing room in a rage. He threw a large vase at the door just as Brian was entering. The vase hit Brian in the head, shattering and causing Brian to collapse and bleed from the head.
"Bri! Brian! Help!! Someone help, please!" Blaine screamed.
Suddenly, the door to the room opened with an Olympic official entering, wondering who was screaming.
"What's the problem?" the official asked calmly.
"He----he, vase, umm...I----he..." Blaine couldn't find words.
The official saw Brian now, and quickly went to get help. Several officials returned and got Brian onto a stretcher, put him into an ambulance, and took him to the nearest hospital. Blaine followed in the rental car.
Blaine arrived at the hospital shortly after the ambulance, and quickly went to the emergency room to find out where Brian was at. The nurse told Blaine that he was on floor 5, and so Blaine quickly got onto the elevator and went to the floor.
"Doctor!" Blaine hollered.
"Yes, how can I help you?"
"I---was, uh, wondering what room Brian Smith was in?"
The doctor went to the receptionist's desk and checked the computers.
"He's in room 550, but you can't see him right now. He's in surgery."
"Oh, God," Blaine whispered. "Is he alright?"
"We're not sure yet...He had a very hard blow to the head, and several shards of glass are submerged in his skull. They're trying to get all of the glass pieces out of his head, and then they'll see if there is anything else they need to do. Right now you can wait in the waiting room to your right," the doctor responded.
Thankfully, this was an Australian hospital, and not too many people would recognize Blaine. He went in to the waiting room and sat on one of the chairs in the far corner. The television was on, tuned to swimming on the Olympics. As he sat alone, Blaine could only wonder as to why he threw that vase, and how guilty he felt. He cried silently, covering his face with his hands.
About an hour and a half later, the doctor who had talked with Blaine earlier came into the room, finding Blaine asleep. He shook Blaine lightly, and Blaine came to consciousness.
"I just wanted to let you know that Brian is out of surgery. They got all of the glass shards, there were 15 of them in all. Fortunately, all were in Brian's forehead, and weren't deep enough to require stitches. We're monitoring him now for any brain damage, but I'm afraid he is in a coma at the moment. Also, he has a concussion." Blaine gasped when he heard these last comments.
"Is he...he, going to wake up?" Blaine asked worriedly.
"We don't know. If he hasn't gotten up in a week, then we should start to worry, but with any luck he'll be up in a day or two."
"Can...Can I see him?"
"Of course...that's the best thing for people in a coma."
Blaine thanked the doctor and immediately went to Blaine's room. He entered, hearing the drone of the EKG machine and saw Brian with a large bandage over his forehead. He broke down almost immediately, hovering over Brian and kissing his arms lightly. He cried himself to sleep that night, repeatedly whispering to Brian how sorry he was, how stupid he was, etc. . . Blaine woke up the next morning all stiff and sore from the chair he had slept in. He looked over to Brian who was still in a coma.
He bent over Brian and kissed him on the lips, then moved his blanket up over his body a little more. He stared at Brian and started to cry again. Suddenly, Brian's eyes opened.
"Bri?! Bri!! Are you all right?"
"Huh?...Where am ...I?" Brian whispered, before he fell back asleep.
Blaine signaled for the doctor, who entered the room a couple of minutes later.
"Yes, what is the problem?" the doctor asked.
"Brian woke up a second ago! But he didn't know where he was, and then he fell back asleep."
"Great! That means he's out of the coma... he probably has slight amnesia...this is common with concussion patients. It should pass within a day or two."
"OK. Thank you," Blaine whispered.
He returned to his chair and waited for about two hours, when Brian woke up again.
"Where am I....." Brian whispered.
Blaine got up quickly and went to Brian's side.
"Bri! You're up! You're in the hospital."
"Hospital? Huh... Who are you?" Brian asked.
"Bri... I....It's me, Blaine, you know..."
"Blaine? I don't know a Blaine...." Brian whispered, falling asleep yet again.
Blaine couldn't take it. He cried loudly and slumped back into his chair. Brian didn't know who he was, and Blaine realized it was all his fault. 'How could I have thrown that vase?!' he asked himself.
Another two hours later and Brian woke up again.
"Blaine? Blaine?! Where am I? Blaine!??" Brian whispered loudly.
Blaine heard Brian calling him and got his hopes up immediately. He ran up to the bed.
"I'm here, Bri, I'm here."
"Where am I?" Brian whispered.
"You're in the hospital...I...um, well...I...uh... accidentally hit you with a... a... a vase..." Blaine trailed off, starting to cry.
"Blaine..calm down.. come here," Brian whispered.
Blaine leaned down and continued to cry on Bri's shoulder.
"I...I'm so..so sorry," Blaine whispered.
"It's alright...I know you were upset."
"Yeah..but, I... after you... told me everything about..losing..and..I still..st-.still got angry...."
Brian held onto Blaine, trying to comfort him. A couple of hours later, the doctor entered and told Brian that he would be able to leave, but he had to take it really easy for at least 2 days. So, Blaine helped Brian to the car and they returned to the village. When they got there, Blaine picked Brian up out of the car and carried him to their room, laying him onto the bed and kissing his forehead.
"I'm so sorry, Bri," Blaine whispered.
"Blaine! Enough already!" Brian shouted.
"OK. I'm.... nevermind," Blaine caught himself. Blaine got into bed with Brian...after all, it was after 10PM now, and Blaine had to be up at 5AM for the vault individual finals practice. The vault finals were to occur that night at 7PM at the arena. The two men fell asleep wrapped in each others arms.
5AM. The alarm went off and Blaine jumped out of bed and got into the shower. He let Brian sleep as long as he could. About half an hour later, Blaine was all ready to go. He went back into the bedroom and woke Brian up.
"Bri... Bri..."
"Hmmm?" Bri woke up slowly.
"I'm going to practice now...I'll be back around midnight tonight. I left the number of the arena on the nightstand...Call me if you need anything, OK?" Blaine asked.
"All right. Good luck," Brian whispered as he kissed Blaine.
"Thanks. I'm going to win gold tonight, for you," Blaine said as he left for the arena.
It was 1:30 AM. Brian was worried sick---Blaine hadn't come home. He figured that Blaine had either got the gold and went out partying, or he had lost and was out somewhere avoiding everyone. Brian called the Olympic arena, but no one there had any idea where he was. He imagined the worst, but he couldn't get up to look for him with his concussion. All he could do was wait.
~To be continued. Please send comments to RockLink00@aol.com.
T.J.