What? I Can Dream Too..., chapter 11
"Guys? you OK? Mike? Hannah? Billie Joe? Jo? Lisa? Anyone?"
A groan from the direction of the driver's seat caught Tre's attention, he turned to see the shape of Mike's body slumped over the steering wheel but the darkness stopped him from seeing anything in detail.
"Oh my god! Mike!? MIKE!"
"Yeah, what?"
The silence and darkness that had previously filled the area was smashed by the scream of sirens and the bright lights that accompanied all vehicles at night.
"Turn that light down will you?" Both Billie Joe and Mike spoke as if they had just woken up after a heavy night of drinking.
"Billie Joe, you OK?"
"Uhhh, yeah, I think so." Tre could hear Billie Joe try to move into a more comfortable position, "AH FUCK! No-"
"What about the others back there?"
"How are you guys doing in there?" Paramedics and various other important looking people had surrounded the car, shining torches through what had been the windows, calling out to the occupants trying to gain a response.
"Well, we're not exactly having the best time in the world...what do you think?" The one thing Tre couldn't deal with right now was stupid questions.
"OK, well, we're going to work on getting you out of there now, can you give us an idea of how everyone is doing?" The paramedic seemed intent on asking the daftest questions he could think of.
"Well, I think I'm OK. Billie Joe's hurt, but I'm not sure how or how bad, I think we were all unconcious to begin with, I'm the only one awake now I think."
"Alright, well, let us get you all out, then we'll deal with everyone."
The next ten minutes were filled with getting everyone out of the car, stupid questions being shouted at the semiconcious and unconcious group to try and get some sort of a reaction before strapping them to boards and pushing them into the back of ambulances. Tre was the only one awake enough to be allowed to be walking wounded, he checked on everyone before they wheeled them away, "It'll be alright guys...I promise"
Within twenty minutes of being hit, all 6 of them had arrived at the nearest hospital, for the most part still unconcious, the harsh light of the corridors showing the blood covering parts of their bodies and bruises covering the rest. Tre still had the same paniced look on his face as he had had before, desperate to know that his friends were going to be OK.
"Are they all OK?!" He practically lept on the first paramedic to emerge from the room where the other five had been taken.
"Well, there's been no change really, we'll have to wait until they've been treated properly inside, but it looks like theres a good chance that they will all be fine eventually."
The paramedic spoke calmly, as if nothing was going on, as if they were just having a normal conversation.
"What do you mean, eventually?!" Tre nearly screamed as he was led away from his friends into a seperate room.
"OK, sir," The nurse that was currently holding onto his arm tried to calm him down, "if you would just sit here and I'll get someone to have a look at you."
"But I'm fine."
"Well, I'm not so sure, so we'll get someone to check you out just in case, just sit here. The sooner you play along, the sooner you can get back to your friends."
Tre sat where he was left, resigned to the fact that they weren't going to let him into the room where, one by one his friends were slowly coming round.
"Where? What? How? Guys?" Billie Joe started to come round again, his speech muffled by an oxygen mask that had been pulled over his face. Immediately he found himself surrounded by random doctors and nurses, all looking down at him and asking questions about different parts of his body. A muffled groan of pain came from across the room as Mike was moved around for X-rays to be taken. Billie Joe pulled the mask off his face and tried to sit up, immediately being held down by a pair of hands. "Calm down sir, you're alright now." The voice couldn't have been more patronising if it had tried and normally Billie Joe would have faught against it, but it was too much effort to try right now.
By the time Tre had been patched up, lengths of white bandage covering the few cuts he'd got from the broken glass, Billie Joe, Mike and Hannah had all been moved to rooms where they could stay the night and Jo had been released, another appearance of her invincibility. Jo and Tre had managed to find each other and decided to head up and find the others, something that anyone normally could have done in about ten minutes, but with Tre and Jo, both completely hyper and spending much of the time on the floor in hysterics it took nearly twice that. Thankfully the other four had been put in the same room, so they didn't have to go anywhere else once they got there.
"Hey guys, how ya doing?" Jo sounded almost drunk as she spoke, the side affect of her drinking anything fizzy and sugary.
"Yeah, not too bad I guess." Billie Joe had a huge bandage covering most of his forehead and making his hair stick up like something out of a Japanese animation.
"Apart from the massive bruise across my chest from the bloody seatbelt and what feels like the worst hangover in the world, yeah alright." Mike didn't seem convinced as Lisa and Hannah mumbled agreement from where they had been put across the room.
Over the next couple of hours before all six of them were dead to the world, some member of medical staff came in every half an hour, poking at all of them, asking questions about everything and anything and poking some more at the painful bits. Checking everything, seemingly convinced that they were going to find something terribly wrong with one of them. By midnight the lot of them were fast alseep, the earliest they'd been to bed for weeks.
The next morning, the sound of bleeping machinary, puking and nurses rushing around Mike's corner of the room woke the other five. As the nurses moved around, Billie Joe caught a glimse of Mike, lying flat on his back, looking like he'd rather be anywhere else but here.
"Mike? You OK?"
"Hmmmm..." came a resigned and miserable reply before more puking.
"Awww...sweetie...you'll be fine." Hannah tried to lean over to push some hair out of his face, but the feeling that she was going to fall out of bed put a hold on that plan.
Soon the room was once again filled with doctors and nurses the way it had been the night before. All of them crowded round Mike, making him look tiny in his bed as he curled up against the sickness, and asked the usual stupid questions eventually deciding that they needed to do more tests and leaving the room.
"Mike? You'll be fine OK?" Jo knelt down by Mike's head, carefully moving the hair out of his face.
"Yeah, I just don't feel like it right now..." Mike whispered, his voice hoarse from all the coughing he'd done.
Conversation sort of ended in the room until one o fthe doctors who had been in the room previously came back and placed himself on the end of Mike's bed.
"Well, Mr ummmm...Dirnt?"
"Mmmmm..." Mike really didn't sound like he wanted to talk to anyone, least of all a patronising doctor who could barely remember his name.
"We have run some tests to try and find out whats making you feel like this and we think we might have to take you to surgery to solve it." The doctor flipped through the paper on his clipboard, looking up at Mike as if he wanted a reponse. He wasn't going to get one other than the strangled cough Mike gave before vomiting and nailing this bloke's shoes in the process, earning a stifled snigger from everybody else in the room and a badly disguised glare from the doctor as he left the room.
Ten minutes later and Mike was fast asleep again, not even reacting as he was hooked up to various drugs to try and solve the problem.
"I hope he's alright." Tre was being serious again.
"He will be. I won't let anything happen to him." Billie Joe looked over at his friend all curled up like a small child obviously not well at all, knowing that this was one time that he could do nothing to help.
A groan from the direction of the driver's seat caught Tre's attention, he turned to see the shape of Mike's body slumped over the steering wheel but the darkness stopped him from seeing anything in detail.
"Oh my god! Mike!? MIKE!"
"Yeah, what?"
The silence and darkness that had previously filled the area was smashed by the scream of sirens and the bright lights that accompanied all vehicles at night.
"Turn that light down will you?" Both Billie Joe and Mike spoke as if they had just woken up after a heavy night of drinking.
"Billie Joe, you OK?"
"Uhhh, yeah, I think so." Tre could hear Billie Joe try to move into a more comfortable position, "AH FUCK! No-"
"What about the others back there?"
"How are you guys doing in there?" Paramedics and various other important looking people had surrounded the car, shining torches through what had been the windows, calling out to the occupants trying to gain a response.
"Well, we're not exactly having the best time in the world...what do you think?" The one thing Tre couldn't deal with right now was stupid questions.
"OK, well, we're going to work on getting you out of there now, can you give us an idea of how everyone is doing?" The paramedic seemed intent on asking the daftest questions he could think of.
"Well, I think I'm OK. Billie Joe's hurt, but I'm not sure how or how bad, I think we were all unconcious to begin with, I'm the only one awake now I think."
"Alright, well, let us get you all out, then we'll deal with everyone."
The next ten minutes were filled with getting everyone out of the car, stupid questions being shouted at the semiconcious and unconcious group to try and get some sort of a reaction before strapping them to boards and pushing them into the back of ambulances. Tre was the only one awake enough to be allowed to be walking wounded, he checked on everyone before they wheeled them away, "It'll be alright guys...I promise"
Within twenty minutes of being hit, all 6 of them had arrived at the nearest hospital, for the most part still unconcious, the harsh light of the corridors showing the blood covering parts of their bodies and bruises covering the rest. Tre still had the same paniced look on his face as he had had before, desperate to know that his friends were going to be OK.
"Are they all OK?!" He practically lept on the first paramedic to emerge from the room where the other five had been taken.
"Well, there's been no change really, we'll have to wait until they've been treated properly inside, but it looks like theres a good chance that they will all be fine eventually."
The paramedic spoke calmly, as if nothing was going on, as if they were just having a normal conversation.
"What do you mean, eventually?!" Tre nearly screamed as he was led away from his friends into a seperate room.
"OK, sir," The nurse that was currently holding onto his arm tried to calm him down, "if you would just sit here and I'll get someone to have a look at you."
"But I'm fine."
"Well, I'm not so sure, so we'll get someone to check you out just in case, just sit here. The sooner you play along, the sooner you can get back to your friends."
Tre sat where he was left, resigned to the fact that they weren't going to let him into the room where, one by one his friends were slowly coming round.
"Where? What? How? Guys?" Billie Joe started to come round again, his speech muffled by an oxygen mask that had been pulled over his face. Immediately he found himself surrounded by random doctors and nurses, all looking down at him and asking questions about different parts of his body. A muffled groan of pain came from across the room as Mike was moved around for X-rays to be taken. Billie Joe pulled the mask off his face and tried to sit up, immediately being held down by a pair of hands. "Calm down sir, you're alright now." The voice couldn't have been more patronising if it had tried and normally Billie Joe would have faught against it, but it was too much effort to try right now.
By the time Tre had been patched up, lengths of white bandage covering the few cuts he'd got from the broken glass, Billie Joe, Mike and Hannah had all been moved to rooms where they could stay the night and Jo had been released, another appearance of her invincibility. Jo and Tre had managed to find each other and decided to head up and find the others, something that anyone normally could have done in about ten minutes, but with Tre and Jo, both completely hyper and spending much of the time on the floor in hysterics it took nearly twice that. Thankfully the other four had been put in the same room, so they didn't have to go anywhere else once they got there.
"Hey guys, how ya doing?" Jo sounded almost drunk as she spoke, the side affect of her drinking anything fizzy and sugary.
"Yeah, not too bad I guess." Billie Joe had a huge bandage covering most of his forehead and making his hair stick up like something out of a Japanese animation.
"Apart from the massive bruise across my chest from the bloody seatbelt and what feels like the worst hangover in the world, yeah alright." Mike didn't seem convinced as Lisa and Hannah mumbled agreement from where they had been put across the room.
Over the next couple of hours before all six of them were dead to the world, some member of medical staff came in every half an hour, poking at all of them, asking questions about everything and anything and poking some more at the painful bits. Checking everything, seemingly convinced that they were going to find something terribly wrong with one of them. By midnight the lot of them were fast alseep, the earliest they'd been to bed for weeks.
The next morning, the sound of bleeping machinary, puking and nurses rushing around Mike's corner of the room woke the other five. As the nurses moved around, Billie Joe caught a glimse of Mike, lying flat on his back, looking like he'd rather be anywhere else but here.
"Mike? You OK?"
"Hmmmm..." came a resigned and miserable reply before more puking.
"Awww...sweetie...you'll be fine." Hannah tried to lean over to push some hair out of his face, but the feeling that she was going to fall out of bed put a hold on that plan.
Soon the room was once again filled with doctors and nurses the way it had been the night before. All of them crowded round Mike, making him look tiny in his bed as he curled up against the sickness, and asked the usual stupid questions eventually deciding that they needed to do more tests and leaving the room.
"Mike? You'll be fine OK?" Jo knelt down by Mike's head, carefully moving the hair out of his face.
"Yeah, I just don't feel like it right now..." Mike whispered, his voice hoarse from all the coughing he'd done.
Conversation sort of ended in the room until one o fthe doctors who had been in the room previously came back and placed himself on the end of Mike's bed.
"Well, Mr ummmm...Dirnt?"
"Mmmmm..." Mike really didn't sound like he wanted to talk to anyone, least of all a patronising doctor who could barely remember his name.
"We have run some tests to try and find out whats making you feel like this and we think we might have to take you to surgery to solve it." The doctor flipped through the paper on his clipboard, looking up at Mike as if he wanted a reponse. He wasn't going to get one other than the strangled cough Mike gave before vomiting and nailing this bloke's shoes in the process, earning a stifled snigger from everybody else in the room and a badly disguised glare from the doctor as he left the room.
Ten minutes later and Mike was fast asleep again, not even reacting as he was hooked up to various drugs to try and solve the problem.
"I hope he's alright." Tre was being serious again.
"He will be. I won't let anything happen to him." Billie Joe looked over at his friend all curled up like a small child obviously not well at all, knowing that this was one time that he could do nothing to help.
