What? I Can Dream Too..., chapter 5
"So have you had fun?!" Tré was back from his candy mission, boy was Tré back.
"Do I look like I had fun?" Mike stifled a laugh very badly, earning him a vicious glare from Hannah. She was now sat in a really uncomfortable looking chair, but at least she was wearing her clothes rather than one of those random hospital things that she had previously been wearing. All the tubes and wires that had been going in and out of her arms had gone, the only
traces of them left were the random assortment of bandages that covered where they had been.
"Yeah, actually...you do-"
"Tré, shut up. Unless you have a death wish or something." Hannah shifted uncomfortably in her chair, "So, Billie Joe, lovely weather we're having, isn't it?"
"Well, yes - for someone who hasn't been outside for the last 24 hours, you seem to know an awful lot about the weather..."
"Do you want to go the same way as him?" Hannah nodded towards Tré.
Billie Joe's face read "Well, no not really...".
"If you lot have quite finished," Mike had finally got rid of his empty coffee cup and had now stood up for the first time in at least an hour, "I'll go find someone so we can check out of here and get home."
"Now that sounds like a plan!" If Hannah could have jumped, she would have done, as it was a one armed happy dance had to suffice. "But I Have to get proper plaster casts put on before I can go anywhere..."
"Well, we'll go find someone to do that and then we can go."
"Oh, Billie Joe, you're so sensible..." Hannah rolled her eyes.
"You can be such a sarcastic bitch sometimes, you know that?" Billie Joe put on a perfect mock sulky face.
"I think I've probably got an excuse, don't you?" Hannah gestured at her arm and leg, sticking her tongue out at Billie Joe.
Just as Mike was about to go off down the corridor in search of someone to sort out Hannah's cast when yet another overly cheerful employee wondered in pushing a wheelchair, announcing that she was going to take Hannah to the
plaster room to get sorted out and that if they brought all their stuff then they could leave straight from there rather than coming back here first.
The plaster room was a fairly uninteresting place in itself, just a small room filled with shelves full of rolls of plaster and cotton wool and various types of bandage, scissors, plaster saws...anything you could think that you might need, it was there.
"Right, lets get this done shall we?" You could see all four of them thinking the same thing, 'How can they all be so fucking cheerful?!', "If you just get yourself onto there..." The overly cheerful guy gestured at the black plastic bench that stood in the middle of the room while he wandered round the shelves picking up everything he was going to need, "Which color cast do you want? Blue, purple, green, pink or orange?"
"Umm..." Hannah looked across at Mike, Tré and Billie Joe, who had found themselves plastic chairs to perch on by the wall. "I think its going to have to be green." The guys smirked, as 'overly cheerful man' obviously had no idea who was in the room with him.
"OK then, I should just be able to cut that cast off with scissors rather than using the saw..."
"Oh goody!" Hannah rolled her eyes. "That's just made my day - thank you."
"That's quite alright young lady" The guy was taking her entirely seriously, some people really needed to pay attention...
The guy slowly started to cut away the cast from Hannah's leg and, after a couple of minutes of this and "And that would be where they cut my leg open, OW!", it was all off, revealing the slowly healing cuts in her leg to her and the guys for the first time. Also revealing that maybe some punk rockers aren't as tough as people would imagine...by the time overly cheerful employee had found some gauze to cover it all with before putting the plaster on, all three of their faces had turned varying shades of green...'some people, no staying power!' thought Hannah.
By the time the guy had finished plastering Hannah's arm and leg, Tré had made himself comfortable on the floor, resting his head on Hannah's jumper that he'd rolled up like a pillow, where he appeared to be trying to count the ceiling tiles, while Mike and Billie Joe had fallen asleep leaning their heads on each other's shoulders. If only someone had the presence of mind to bring a camera...
Billie Joe woke up with a start, closely followed by Mike, both of them rubbing their chests.
"What the hell was that for?!" Billie Joe never did like being woken up...
"well, I figured if I was going to have to have these things," she gestured to her crutches, "I may as well find as many alternative uses as possible, so number 1, a waking-up-Billie-Joe-and-Mike-stick." Hannah flashed them both a grin as she got herself of the plastic thing.
Tré got himself up off the floor just in time to avoid being stood on, "plus, I don't think I could have taken the fluff much longer!"
Everyone gathered up all the random crap they had managed to accumulate and, at least to start with, at Hannah's new pace walked toward the desk to make sure they were all signed out and had everything they needed.
"If you'll just sign here...and here...and check your details and sign...here..."
"Oh great, another overly cheerful person(!)" Mike could help but laugh at what Tré had whispered across at him and Billie Joe, earning him a filthy look from the woman behind the desk, which quickly changed into a look of shock and awe.
"Oh my god, you're, you're, you're, Billie Joe Armstrong!" She sounded like she was gonna faint...
Tré knew exactly what had to be done, "OH MY GOD!" He mimicked her exactly, "So it is! Hey, Mike, Its Billie Joe Fucking Armstrong!" Tré started poking Billie Joe in an 'are you really real?!' way while pulling at Mike's T-shirt at the same time like a little kid trying to get his dad to look at something.
"OH MY GOD TRE! YOU'RE RIGHT!" Mike had chosen to put on his best girly voice to do that...which didn't make the situation any more bizarre...
Hannah came to the conclusion that there was only one thing for it, thinking of something she'd read once "If you can keep your head when all around you are losing their's...", she played it completely straight.
"Hey Billie Joe," completely deadpan, no sign of laughter at all, "can we go now?" she turned to the woman at reception and raised an eyebrow.
"yes, of course, I'll send you an appointment to get a check up in the next week. Could I just ask one favor though?"
"If you don't ask you won't get." Philosophical things like that didn't sound right coming from Tré...
"Well...um mm...if its not too much trouble...um mm...could I have your autographs? please?"
"Yeah, sure." Billie Joe took the paper and pen she had put on the desk, signed it then passed it onto Tré, who in turn passed it onto Mike, who put it back on the desk, flashing the woman a grin as he bent over to pick up the stuff he had previously been carrying, "So, between us we've signed everything in the place, we've got the drugs, we've got all Hannah's stuff, we've got Tré's emergency candy, I've got the car keys, lets go before I go mad." Mike was already leaving as he finished his check list.
"Wait for me, bitch - bizarrely I can't go as fast as you at the moment."
"Well, if Tré will take this for me," Mike held out the bag he was carrying which Tré took off him, he walked back to where Hannah was standing leaning on her crutches and looking distinctly unimpressed, without warning he lifted her over his shoulder and carried her across to the car.
"Aaaaahhhh, bless, so romantic. How come you never carry me anywhere?!" Tré grinning moronically from behind his sunglasses at Mike.
"I do, you're just too off your head to notice sweetie." Mike mirrored Tré's grin, Tré's face quickly turned into a sulk.
"Do I look like I had fun?" Mike stifled a laugh very badly, earning him a vicious glare from Hannah. She was now sat in a really uncomfortable looking chair, but at least she was wearing her clothes rather than one of those random hospital things that she had previously been wearing. All the tubes and wires that had been going in and out of her arms had gone, the only
traces of them left were the random assortment of bandages that covered where they had been.
"Yeah, actually...you do-"
"Tré, shut up. Unless you have a death wish or something." Hannah shifted uncomfortably in her chair, "So, Billie Joe, lovely weather we're having, isn't it?"
"Well, yes - for someone who hasn't been outside for the last 24 hours, you seem to know an awful lot about the weather..."
"Do you want to go the same way as him?" Hannah nodded towards Tré.
Billie Joe's face read "Well, no not really...".
"If you lot have quite finished," Mike had finally got rid of his empty coffee cup and had now stood up for the first time in at least an hour, "I'll go find someone so we can check out of here and get home."
"Now that sounds like a plan!" If Hannah could have jumped, she would have done, as it was a one armed happy dance had to suffice. "But I Have to get proper plaster casts put on before I can go anywhere..."
"Well, we'll go find someone to do that and then we can go."
"Oh, Billie Joe, you're so sensible..." Hannah rolled her eyes.
"You can be such a sarcastic bitch sometimes, you know that?" Billie Joe put on a perfect mock sulky face.
"I think I've probably got an excuse, don't you?" Hannah gestured at her arm and leg, sticking her tongue out at Billie Joe.
Just as Mike was about to go off down the corridor in search of someone to sort out Hannah's cast when yet another overly cheerful employee wondered in pushing a wheelchair, announcing that she was going to take Hannah to the
plaster room to get sorted out and that if they brought all their stuff then they could leave straight from there rather than coming back here first.
The plaster room was a fairly uninteresting place in itself, just a small room filled with shelves full of rolls of plaster and cotton wool and various types of bandage, scissors, plaster saws...anything you could think that you might need, it was there.
"Right, lets get this done shall we?" You could see all four of them thinking the same thing, 'How can they all be so fucking cheerful?!', "If you just get yourself onto there..." The overly cheerful guy gestured at the black plastic bench that stood in the middle of the room while he wandered round the shelves picking up everything he was going to need, "Which color cast do you want? Blue, purple, green, pink or orange?"
"Umm..." Hannah looked across at Mike, Tré and Billie Joe, who had found themselves plastic chairs to perch on by the wall. "I think its going to have to be green." The guys smirked, as 'overly cheerful man' obviously had no idea who was in the room with him.
"OK then, I should just be able to cut that cast off with scissors rather than using the saw..."
"Oh goody!" Hannah rolled her eyes. "That's just made my day - thank you."
"That's quite alright young lady" The guy was taking her entirely seriously, some people really needed to pay attention...
The guy slowly started to cut away the cast from Hannah's leg and, after a couple of minutes of this and "And that would be where they cut my leg open, OW!", it was all off, revealing the slowly healing cuts in her leg to her and the guys for the first time. Also revealing that maybe some punk rockers aren't as tough as people would imagine...by the time overly cheerful employee had found some gauze to cover it all with before putting the plaster on, all three of their faces had turned varying shades of green...'some people, no staying power!' thought Hannah.
By the time the guy had finished plastering Hannah's arm and leg, Tré had made himself comfortable on the floor, resting his head on Hannah's jumper that he'd rolled up like a pillow, where he appeared to be trying to count the ceiling tiles, while Mike and Billie Joe had fallen asleep leaning their heads on each other's shoulders. If only someone had the presence of mind to bring a camera...
Billie Joe woke up with a start, closely followed by Mike, both of them rubbing their chests.
"What the hell was that for?!" Billie Joe never did like being woken up...
"well, I figured if I was going to have to have these things," she gestured to her crutches, "I may as well find as many alternative uses as possible, so number 1, a waking-up-Billie-Joe-and-Mike-stick." Hannah flashed them both a grin as she got herself of the plastic thing.
Tré got himself up off the floor just in time to avoid being stood on, "plus, I don't think I could have taken the fluff much longer!"
Everyone gathered up all the random crap they had managed to accumulate and, at least to start with, at Hannah's new pace walked toward the desk to make sure they were all signed out and had everything they needed.
"If you'll just sign here...and here...and check your details and sign...here..."
"Oh great, another overly cheerful person(!)" Mike could help but laugh at what Tré had whispered across at him and Billie Joe, earning him a filthy look from the woman behind the desk, which quickly changed into a look of shock and awe.
"Oh my god, you're, you're, you're, Billie Joe Armstrong!" She sounded like she was gonna faint...
Tré knew exactly what had to be done, "OH MY GOD!" He mimicked her exactly, "So it is! Hey, Mike, Its Billie Joe Fucking Armstrong!" Tré started poking Billie Joe in an 'are you really real?!' way while pulling at Mike's T-shirt at the same time like a little kid trying to get his dad to look at something.
"OH MY GOD TRE! YOU'RE RIGHT!" Mike had chosen to put on his best girly voice to do that...which didn't make the situation any more bizarre...
Hannah came to the conclusion that there was only one thing for it, thinking of something she'd read once "If you can keep your head when all around you are losing their's...", she played it completely straight.
"Hey Billie Joe," completely deadpan, no sign of laughter at all, "can we go now?" she turned to the woman at reception and raised an eyebrow.
"yes, of course, I'll send you an appointment to get a check up in the next week. Could I just ask one favor though?"
"If you don't ask you won't get." Philosophical things like that didn't sound right coming from Tré...
"Well...um mm...if its not too much trouble...um mm...could I have your autographs? please?"
"Yeah, sure." Billie Joe took the paper and pen she had put on the desk, signed it then passed it onto Tré, who in turn passed it onto Mike, who put it back on the desk, flashing the woman a grin as he bent over to pick up the stuff he had previously been carrying, "So, between us we've signed everything in the place, we've got the drugs, we've got all Hannah's stuff, we've got Tré's emergency candy, I've got the car keys, lets go before I go mad." Mike was already leaving as he finished his check list.
"Wait for me, bitch - bizarrely I can't go as fast as you at the moment."
"Well, if Tré will take this for me," Mike held out the bag he was carrying which Tré took off him, he walked back to where Hannah was standing leaning on her crutches and looking distinctly unimpressed, without warning he lifted her over his shoulder and carried her across to the car.
"Aaaaahhhh, bless, so romantic. How come you never carry me anywhere?!" Tré grinning moronically from behind his sunglasses at Mike.
"I do, you're just too off your head to notice sweetie." Mike mirrored Tré's grin, Tré's face quickly turned into a sulk.
