Would You Be Mine?, chapter 29
Recap
After a while a nurse came out of the emergency room. Billie stopped her and asked about Mike.
"He's still in there." she said
"It he gonna make it?" I asked also standing up.
End recap
The nurse smiled weakly.
"He lost a lot of blood, we have to wait. But he's a strong guy. He should make it." she said trying to comfort us.
"When can we see him?" Billie asked
"Not until tomorrow. You guys should go home and rest." the nurse said
I shook my head, "Wait? I can't wait." I said
Billie Joe took me into his arms and said: "The nurse's probably right. There's nothing we can do. We'll come back tomorrow, ok?"
I nodded. Billie Joe took my hand and kissed it. "Don't worry, he's strong."
Then he turned to Mel and asked: "Are you staying or coming with us?"
Mel shook her head and said: "I'll stay. If anyone can support him right now then it's me. I want to be there for him." she said
Billie nodded and took me out of the hospital.
Tré and Vany decided to stay a little longer and support Mel.
Later that night, Billie and I were already in bed I woke up hearing sobs. First I tried to ignore it because Billie was sometimes talking in his sleep but somehow this was different.
"Billie?" I asked
No response. But the sobbing stopped.
"Billie?" I asked again. Again silence. I turned around to face him. He quickly closed his eyes.
"Billie, I know you're awake." I said. Billie turned around.
I reached over him and looked at him, now seeing more since my eyes got used to the dark.
"Billie, you're crying" I realized. Still he didn't say anything. I put my arm around him and tried to comfort him.
"What's wrong Billie?" I asked.
He sighed and turned around to face me.
"I still see him lying there. It won't get out of my head. I see all this blood." Billie said with tears coming down his eyes.
"I know." I said hugging him tighter and kissing his forehead. Billie was strong the whole day. He comforted me all the time and tried to reassure me. I felt bad. I didn't really realize how he must have felt seeing his best friend lying there with blood everywhere. Billie was a strong guy but this was hard.
I took him closer to me making him lean his head on my chest. I stroked his hair and comforted him.
"Think of something nice and then you'll sleep." I said still stroking his hair.
Billie nodded. "I'll think of you" he said. I smiled and fell back asleep.
I woke up the next morning with Billie cuddled up with me. He was still sleeping. I stroked his cheek and kissed his head.
"Good morning" he said opening his eyes.
"Good morning" I answered, "Did you get some sleep?" I asked
"Yeah, after thinking of you." He smiled. He lifted his head and turned to face me. He smiled again before kissing me.
"Thanks" he said
"You're welcome. But you aren't the one who needs to say thanks. You did a lot yesterday and I'm so proud. I could'nt have stood it without you." I said smiling. I meant it. He was a real hero to me. He found Mike, he took care of him. And he took care of me.
"Do you feel better today?" I asked
"Yeah." He said getting up.
After breakfast we drove to the hospital. When we walked down the hallway Mel came towards us. She looked tired.
"How's Mike?" I asked.
Mel looked down "He's unconscious. He lacks of blood. I'll go and let them check if can give him some blood of mine." She said
Billie and I nodded.
"We should do it as well." Billie said turning to me.
I nodded and turned to Mel
"Let's do it together. If your blood doesn't match his then maybe Billie's or mine will." I said
Together we went to meet the doctor.
I hate hospitals, I fucking do. I hate what they do and stuff. It freaks me out. But I had to do it, for Mike. I pushed all my fears away.
We had to wait a day for the results. I felt a little tired after it but it was OK. It wasn't as bad as I imagined it. Afterwards we were able to visit Mike for some minutes.
Billie opened the door and silently went inside. Mel and I followed.
It was horrible seeing this strong man lie there motionless. He was pale and had a huge bandage on his left hand. He cut himself, for sure.
Then the doctor entered.
Without being asked he started to talk.
"Mr Pritchard took a mixture of drugs and alcohol which knocked him out. And he cut his wrist. He was lucky he survived. But he isn't over the hump yet. He really needs a blood transplantation." The doctor said then checked his vital signs.
After five minutes Tré and Vany arrived. They also tested their blood. Now we could only hope that one of us matches him.
Mel stayed the night with Mike. They put an extra bed into his room where she could sleep. She was restless. She still put all the blame on herself. She hated herself for yelling at him this bad. I drove him into this situation, she thought.
But actually it wasn't her fault. It was his own. But there was no point in trying to find someone to blame. It didn't matter whose fault it was. All that mattered was that Mike had to get better.
After a while a nurse came out of the emergency room. Billie stopped her and asked about Mike.
"He's still in there." she said
"It he gonna make it?" I asked also standing up.
End recap
The nurse smiled weakly.
"He lost a lot of blood, we have to wait. But he's a strong guy. He should make it." she said trying to comfort us.
"When can we see him?" Billie asked
"Not until tomorrow. You guys should go home and rest." the nurse said
I shook my head, "Wait? I can't wait." I said
Billie Joe took me into his arms and said: "The nurse's probably right. There's nothing we can do. We'll come back tomorrow, ok?"
I nodded. Billie Joe took my hand and kissed it. "Don't worry, he's strong."
Then he turned to Mel and asked: "Are you staying or coming with us?"
Mel shook her head and said: "I'll stay. If anyone can support him right now then it's me. I want to be there for him." she said
Billie nodded and took me out of the hospital.
Tré and Vany decided to stay a little longer and support Mel.
Later that night, Billie and I were already in bed I woke up hearing sobs. First I tried to ignore it because Billie was sometimes talking in his sleep but somehow this was different.
"Billie?" I asked
No response. But the sobbing stopped.
"Billie?" I asked again. Again silence. I turned around to face him. He quickly closed his eyes.
"Billie, I know you're awake." I said. Billie turned around.
I reached over him and looked at him, now seeing more since my eyes got used to the dark.
"Billie, you're crying" I realized. Still he didn't say anything. I put my arm around him and tried to comfort him.
"What's wrong Billie?" I asked.
He sighed and turned around to face me.
"I still see him lying there. It won't get out of my head. I see all this blood." Billie said with tears coming down his eyes.
"I know." I said hugging him tighter and kissing his forehead. Billie was strong the whole day. He comforted me all the time and tried to reassure me. I felt bad. I didn't really realize how he must have felt seeing his best friend lying there with blood everywhere. Billie was a strong guy but this was hard.
I took him closer to me making him lean his head on my chest. I stroked his hair and comforted him.
"Think of something nice and then you'll sleep." I said still stroking his hair.
Billie nodded. "I'll think of you" he said. I smiled and fell back asleep.
I woke up the next morning with Billie cuddled up with me. He was still sleeping. I stroked his cheek and kissed his head.
"Good morning" he said opening his eyes.
"Good morning" I answered, "Did you get some sleep?" I asked
"Yeah, after thinking of you." He smiled. He lifted his head and turned to face me. He smiled again before kissing me.
"Thanks" he said
"You're welcome. But you aren't the one who needs to say thanks. You did a lot yesterday and I'm so proud. I could'nt have stood it without you." I said smiling. I meant it. He was a real hero to me. He found Mike, he took care of him. And he took care of me.
"Do you feel better today?" I asked
"Yeah." He said getting up.
After breakfast we drove to the hospital. When we walked down the hallway Mel came towards us. She looked tired.
"How's Mike?" I asked.
Mel looked down "He's unconscious. He lacks of blood. I'll go and let them check if can give him some blood of mine." She said
Billie and I nodded.
"We should do it as well." Billie said turning to me.
I nodded and turned to Mel
"Let's do it together. If your blood doesn't match his then maybe Billie's or mine will." I said
Together we went to meet the doctor.
I hate hospitals, I fucking do. I hate what they do and stuff. It freaks me out. But I had to do it, for Mike. I pushed all my fears away.
We had to wait a day for the results. I felt a little tired after it but it was OK. It wasn't as bad as I imagined it. Afterwards we were able to visit Mike for some minutes.
Billie opened the door and silently went inside. Mel and I followed.
It was horrible seeing this strong man lie there motionless. He was pale and had a huge bandage on his left hand. He cut himself, for sure.
Then the doctor entered.
Without being asked he started to talk.
"Mr Pritchard took a mixture of drugs and alcohol which knocked him out. And he cut his wrist. He was lucky he survived. But he isn't over the hump yet. He really needs a blood transplantation." The doctor said then checked his vital signs.
After five minutes Tré and Vany arrived. They also tested their blood. Now we could only hope that one of us matches him.
Mel stayed the night with Mike. They put an extra bed into his room where she could sleep. She was restless. She still put all the blame on herself. She hated herself for yelling at him this bad. I drove him into this situation, she thought.
But actually it wasn't her fault. It was his own. But there was no point in trying to find someone to blame. It didn't matter whose fault it was. All that mattered was that Mike had to get better.
