A Night To Remember, chapter 3
"Tré?" Mike called out. There was no reply. Tré would have normally joined in when Billie Joe and Mike fought, but he hadn't. They looked at each other in confusion. Suddenly it dawned on them.
"Shit. Tré!" Mike called as he ran behind the car Tré had used as a hiding place. Tré was huddled on the ground shaking. The water had drastically lowered his body temperature.
"S--hhh-iiitttt. C-c-cold." He stammered.
"Quick. Take his legs. " Mike said as he lifted Tré up by his armpits. He couldn't stand. Billie Joe quickly picked up Tré's legs and together they trudged back to the tour bus. It was snowing really heavily now. A wind had picked up and the snow blew into their mouths and eyes. They reached the bus and clambered up the steps. As they got into the bus and turned to go into the living room, Tré's head smacked against the cupboard door that Mike had left open earlier.
"Owwwww." Tré groaned. They set him down on the sofa and Billie Joe closed the door. Mike hurriedly ripped some blankets from the beds and wrapped them tightly around Tré. Tré's head was bleeding. He was still shivering.
"Shit man, I'm really sorry." Mike said as Billie Joe rooted around for a first aid kit. "I guess I didn't realise how cold it was out there." Tré didn't reply. He closed his eyes.
"Tré. Tré! Wake up! Don't go to sleep!" Mike shouted and slapped Tré hard. He woke up with a start. Billie Joe had found the first aid kit. He opened it and squirted Tré's head wound with antiseptic spray.
"OW!" Tré yelped.
"Sorry, but you really don't want an infection." He started bandaging Tré's head.
"How do you know how to do that?" Mike asked.
"Joey and Jakob get cuts like this all the time." Billie Joe shrugged. "You know how often they hurt themselves."
"Shit. Tré!" Mike called as he ran behind the car Tré had used as a hiding place. Tré was huddled on the ground shaking. The water had drastically lowered his body temperature.
"S--hhh-iiitttt. C-c-cold." He stammered.
"Quick. Take his legs. " Mike said as he lifted Tré up by his armpits. He couldn't stand. Billie Joe quickly picked up Tré's legs and together they trudged back to the tour bus. It was snowing really heavily now. A wind had picked up and the snow blew into their mouths and eyes. They reached the bus and clambered up the steps. As they got into the bus and turned to go into the living room, Tré's head smacked against the cupboard door that Mike had left open earlier.
"Owwwww." Tré groaned. They set him down on the sofa and Billie Joe closed the door. Mike hurriedly ripped some blankets from the beds and wrapped them tightly around Tré. Tré's head was bleeding. He was still shivering.
"Shit man, I'm really sorry." Mike said as Billie Joe rooted around for a first aid kit. "I guess I didn't realise how cold it was out there." Tré didn't reply. He closed his eyes.
"Tré. Tré! Wake up! Don't go to sleep!" Mike shouted and slapped Tré hard. He woke up with a start. Billie Joe had found the first aid kit. He opened it and squirted Tré's head wound with antiseptic spray.
"OW!" Tré yelped.
"Sorry, but you really don't want an infection." He started bandaging Tré's head.
"How do you know how to do that?" Mike asked.
"Joey and Jakob get cuts like this all the time." Billie Joe shrugged. "You know how often they hurt themselves."
