Boulevard of Broken Dreams, chapter 3
Tre's P. O. V.
I was crying inside, from the first time I saw Billie proped up against the bathtub. His eyes were closed, with a kinda dead, blank stare. I thought he was dead.
*HOSPITAL*
I had drove like a bat out of hell to get here, with Billie alive. He was dying, and I had to get here asap. I ran into the waiting room screaming "help, helpm me please, he cut his wrist," as Mike followed with Billie thrown over his shoulder. The nurses and doctors came out with a gurney and took him off our hands. I still remember watching the door close to the E. R. Standing there, waiting for something to happen, and anticipating the worst. Me and Mike took our seats in the waiting room, to pray for the best.
It must've been atleast a couple of hours of silence. Each and evertime I glanced over at Mike, he was staring at his blood covered hands. He was also shaking profusily and crying which made me tear up as well. I mean I did make me sad, that a dear friend of mine was lying nearly lifeless on a table, with doctors fighting to save him. But, to tell the truth what made me the saddest was Mike, poor guy, that was his best freind. He had known Billie like the back of his hand for almost 20 years now.
The door creaked open before me and a doctor poked his head through the door. "Mr. Armstrong's family," we stood up greeting the doctor. "Are you his brothers," the doctor asked. Mike answered before I had a chance to open my mouth, "yes, we are his brothers." The doctor had kind of a frown on his face which made my mind wonder... "Is he dead." "No, we rushed his to the O. R. Just in time, and gave him a blood transfusion to make up for what he lost." "Mr. Armstrong is a very lucky man to even be alive." I could hear Mike let out a sigh of releif. "Also I have to mention, we do have he hooked to a breathing machince to breath for him, until his body is strong enough to breath on his own." "When can we see him," I asked. "Well, he is in I. C. U. You can see him now, but it can only be one at a time," the doctor replied. It was a silent agreement that Mike went first considering he was practically Billie's brother. They had even lived together back in the day. "I do have one more thing to say," the doctor added, "whoever used the tie as a turniquite and a towel to apply pressure saved his life.
Mike's P. O. V.
It was hard for me to see him, I do admit. When I first walked into his I. C. U. Room, my mind was automatically drawn to the white bandage wrapped around his left wrist, and the breathing tube coming out of his mouth. The tears begin to overflow my eyes as I approached the side of the bed. "Billie," I said softly, "I know your in there, thanks for deciding to stay with us." I leaned down to hug him, being careful not to hit any of the tubes and wires connected to his body. When I rose back up, and looked back down at my freind. There was two big green eyes staring back up at me. The tears turned to tears turned to tears of joy. "Oh, Billie you don't know how happy I am to see those eyes again." He just stared back up at me, I seemed like he was talking to me without actually speaking. He was saying not to worry that things would get better.
Billie's P. O. V
When I woke up again for the first time, Mike was standing over me crying. I had remembered everything. I layed their in that bed, hooked up to that machine for nearly 4 days, when they took it out. Man what a relief. I was kept in the hospital for a few more days for the psyhc examinations. I began to get a sudden urge of inspiration to write.
Another turning point, a fork stuck in the road
Time grabs you by the wrist, directs you where to go
So make the best of this test, and don't ask why
It's not a question, but a lesson learned in time
It's something unpredictable, but in the end it's right.
I hope you had the time of your life.
So take the photographs, and still frames in your mind
Hang it on a shelf in good health and good time
Tattoos of memories and dead skin on trial
For what it's worth it was worth all the while
It's something unpredictable, but in the end it's right.
I hope you had the time of your life.
It's something unpredictable, but in the end it's right.
I hope you had the time of your life.
It's something unpredictable, but in the end it's right.
I hope you had the time of your life.
After being released from the hospital, I could actually sleep, when Mike and Tre's wasn't constantly checking on me that is. I bleed out all my pain, and now I am ready for a fresh new start.
I was crying inside, from the first time I saw Billie proped up against the bathtub. His eyes were closed, with a kinda dead, blank stare. I thought he was dead.
*HOSPITAL*
I had drove like a bat out of hell to get here, with Billie alive. He was dying, and I had to get here asap. I ran into the waiting room screaming "help, helpm me please, he cut his wrist," as Mike followed with Billie thrown over his shoulder. The nurses and doctors came out with a gurney and took him off our hands. I still remember watching the door close to the E. R. Standing there, waiting for something to happen, and anticipating the worst. Me and Mike took our seats in the waiting room, to pray for the best.
It must've been atleast a couple of hours of silence. Each and evertime I glanced over at Mike, he was staring at his blood covered hands. He was also shaking profusily and crying which made me tear up as well. I mean I did make me sad, that a dear friend of mine was lying nearly lifeless on a table, with doctors fighting to save him. But, to tell the truth what made me the saddest was Mike, poor guy, that was his best freind. He had known Billie like the back of his hand for almost 20 years now.
The door creaked open before me and a doctor poked his head through the door. "Mr. Armstrong's family," we stood up greeting the doctor. "Are you his brothers," the doctor asked. Mike answered before I had a chance to open my mouth, "yes, we are his brothers." The doctor had kind of a frown on his face which made my mind wonder... "Is he dead." "No, we rushed his to the O. R. Just in time, and gave him a blood transfusion to make up for what he lost." "Mr. Armstrong is a very lucky man to even be alive." I could hear Mike let out a sigh of releif. "Also I have to mention, we do have he hooked to a breathing machince to breath for him, until his body is strong enough to breath on his own." "When can we see him," I asked. "Well, he is in I. C. U. You can see him now, but it can only be one at a time," the doctor replied. It was a silent agreement that Mike went first considering he was practically Billie's brother. They had even lived together back in the day. "I do have one more thing to say," the doctor added, "whoever used the tie as a turniquite and a towel to apply pressure saved his life.
Mike's P. O. V.
It was hard for me to see him, I do admit. When I first walked into his I. C. U. Room, my mind was automatically drawn to the white bandage wrapped around his left wrist, and the breathing tube coming out of his mouth. The tears begin to overflow my eyes as I approached the side of the bed. "Billie," I said softly, "I know your in there, thanks for deciding to stay with us." I leaned down to hug him, being careful not to hit any of the tubes and wires connected to his body. When I rose back up, and looked back down at my freind. There was two big green eyes staring back up at me. The tears turned to tears turned to tears of joy. "Oh, Billie you don't know how happy I am to see those eyes again." He just stared back up at me, I seemed like he was talking to me without actually speaking. He was saying not to worry that things would get better.
Billie's P. O. V
When I woke up again for the first time, Mike was standing over me crying. I had remembered everything. I layed their in that bed, hooked up to that machine for nearly 4 days, when they took it out. Man what a relief. I was kept in the hospital for a few more days for the psyhc examinations. I began to get a sudden urge of inspiration to write.
Another turning point, a fork stuck in the road
Time grabs you by the wrist, directs you where to go
So make the best of this test, and don't ask why
It's not a question, but a lesson learned in time
It's something unpredictable, but in the end it's right.
I hope you had the time of your life.
So take the photographs, and still frames in your mind
Hang it on a shelf in good health and good time
Tattoos of memories and dead skin on trial
For what it's worth it was worth all the while
It's something unpredictable, but in the end it's right.
I hope you had the time of your life.
It's something unpredictable, but in the end it's right.
I hope you had the time of your life.
It's something unpredictable, but in the end it's right.
I hope you had the time of your life.
After being released from the hospital, I could actually sleep, when Mike and Tre's wasn't constantly checking on me that is. I bleed out all my pain, and now I am ready for a fresh new start.
