The Joke Is Over (Sequel to Late Night Partiers), chapter 5
Mickenly looked at both of them and gave Serge a glare, "You asshole... You knew he was going to hit me.."
"Yeah, I needed someone to do it," laughed Serge trying to look serious.
Mike just looked at Mickenly and smirked.
"And I bet you had something to do with this!!" he said walking towards Mike pointing his finger at him.
"No, sir," he said with a big grin. "He just doesn't do well with people in his face.."
Mickenly looked at him, "Tell him he better not do it again."
"I can't control him," said Mike as Mickenly walked back to the doorway.
Serge whispered to him and Mike wondered what they were saying. Mickenly walked back into the room.
"What is he doing Serge?" asked Mike looking at the fading smile on Serge's face. "What's that look for?"
"It's about your friend, Tre' Cool," said Serge.
"What!? What about Tre!!?" shouted Mike jumping from his chair..
"He got in a little tiff outside with some people that was involved with the peopled that tried to shoot you and Mr. Armstrong... His eyes got exposed to the sun light and he is hospitalized because while they were exposed he closed his eyes and tried to fight them, but they got the best of him, Mr. Dirnt...." explained Serge.
Mike looked confused, "So, how is he!?..... Tell me damn it!!!"
"Calm down Mr. Dirnt!! He is ok.. Atleast he's alive!! He's not blind since he covered his eyes, but he got the shit beat out of him!!!" said Serge jumping out of his seat.
THUMP! they looked at the tinted window...
"I'm guessing they are beating the shit out of each other.. Excuse." said Serge walking into the room.
Mike's POV
Holy shit, not Tre... I feel tears forming in my eyes but I'm trying not to cry. I wonder if Billie Joe knows about this. He better be alright. They must be beating the holy shit out of each other because that window sounds like its about to crack. THUMP!
I hope Tre's ok..
END POV
A lot of yelling and shouting has come from the room and the sound of Billie Joe yelling and shouting back.
AHHHH!!!
"Holy shit!! That's Billie Joe!!" Mike jumped from his chair and entered the room.
The fight had gotten out of hand and Billie Joe's head was wide open and Mickenly was down for the count. Billie was passed out lying against the wall.
Mike looked at Serge and yelled, " What the fuck is this!!!???"
Serge just looked at him. Mike knelt down beside of Billie and picked him up. Serge didn't stop him, Mike ran out of the station and towards the hospital.
"Hold on, Bill," said Mike as he ran down the street.
Now, Billie Joe was bleeding heavily from his head and his blood was all over Mike's shirt. The hospital is not in sight but still far away. A lot of people looked at Mike in confusion. Mike mis-stepped onto the sidewalk and tripped. His head hit the concrete as Serge approached them with the police car. He got out of the car and serveyed them pondering on what to do.
"Hospital or Station?" he questioned..
He put them in the back seat of the car and drove off...
A FEW HOURS LATER..
Mike woke up in the hospital with Billie in the bed beside of him, on the other side Serge was sitting there.
"What the fuck are you looking at!?" Mike said glaring at him.
"Well, thats the thanks I get for bringing you to the hospital," he replied. "Atleast I didn't take yoiu back to the station..."
"Thanks for not doing that," said Mike looking over at Billie Joe then back at Serge. "I'll be right back." Mike got up from his bed and felt a sharp pain in his hip. He raised his shirt up and pulled his pants down a little bit to look at his hip. There was a huge bruise on Mike's hip. He looked at it and touched it gently. "ow.." He looked at Serge then limped out of the room. He limped over to the Nurse's Desk and asked, "Where's Tre' Cool?"
"He is on the next floor up in room 317," she said politely.
"Thank you," Mike murmured with a painful expression on his face.
"Sir," she said.
Mike turned around and looked at her.
"Can I get you a wheel chair and a pillow to make it less painful because 317 is in a pretty long hallway.." she said.
"Yes, please," said Mike holding his side.
She pushed a wheel chair to Mike with a pillow in it, "Do you want me to wheel you there?"
"No thank you, i can make it," he said with a smile as he wheeled himself onto the elevator and the doors slowly closed..
"Yeah, I needed someone to do it," laughed Serge trying to look serious.
Mike just looked at Mickenly and smirked.
"And I bet you had something to do with this!!" he said walking towards Mike pointing his finger at him.
"No, sir," he said with a big grin. "He just doesn't do well with people in his face.."
Mickenly looked at him, "Tell him he better not do it again."
"I can't control him," said Mike as Mickenly walked back to the doorway.
Serge whispered to him and Mike wondered what they were saying. Mickenly walked back into the room.
"What is he doing Serge?" asked Mike looking at the fading smile on Serge's face. "What's that look for?"
"It's about your friend, Tre' Cool," said Serge.
"What!? What about Tre!!?" shouted Mike jumping from his chair..
"He got in a little tiff outside with some people that was involved with the peopled that tried to shoot you and Mr. Armstrong... His eyes got exposed to the sun light and he is hospitalized because while they were exposed he closed his eyes and tried to fight them, but they got the best of him, Mr. Dirnt...." explained Serge.
Mike looked confused, "So, how is he!?..... Tell me damn it!!!"
"Calm down Mr. Dirnt!! He is ok.. Atleast he's alive!! He's not blind since he covered his eyes, but he got the shit beat out of him!!!" said Serge jumping out of his seat.
THUMP! they looked at the tinted window...
"I'm guessing they are beating the shit out of each other.. Excuse." said Serge walking into the room.
Mike's POV
Holy shit, not Tre... I feel tears forming in my eyes but I'm trying not to cry. I wonder if Billie Joe knows about this. He better be alright. They must be beating the holy shit out of each other because that window sounds like its about to crack. THUMP!
I hope Tre's ok..
END POV
A lot of yelling and shouting has come from the room and the sound of Billie Joe yelling and shouting back.
AHHHH!!!
"Holy shit!! That's Billie Joe!!" Mike jumped from his chair and entered the room.
The fight had gotten out of hand and Billie Joe's head was wide open and Mickenly was down for the count. Billie was passed out lying against the wall.
Mike looked at Serge and yelled, " What the fuck is this!!!???"
Serge just looked at him. Mike knelt down beside of Billie and picked him up. Serge didn't stop him, Mike ran out of the station and towards the hospital.
"Hold on, Bill," said Mike as he ran down the street.
Now, Billie Joe was bleeding heavily from his head and his blood was all over Mike's shirt. The hospital is not in sight but still far away. A lot of people looked at Mike in confusion. Mike mis-stepped onto the sidewalk and tripped. His head hit the concrete as Serge approached them with the police car. He got out of the car and serveyed them pondering on what to do.
"Hospital or Station?" he questioned..
He put them in the back seat of the car and drove off...
A FEW HOURS LATER..
Mike woke up in the hospital with Billie in the bed beside of him, on the other side Serge was sitting there.
"What the fuck are you looking at!?" Mike said glaring at him.
"Well, thats the thanks I get for bringing you to the hospital," he replied. "Atleast I didn't take yoiu back to the station..."
"Thanks for not doing that," said Mike looking over at Billie Joe then back at Serge. "I'll be right back." Mike got up from his bed and felt a sharp pain in his hip. He raised his shirt up and pulled his pants down a little bit to look at his hip. There was a huge bruise on Mike's hip. He looked at it and touched it gently. "ow.." He looked at Serge then limped out of the room. He limped over to the Nurse's Desk and asked, "Where's Tre' Cool?"
"He is on the next floor up in room 317," she said politely.
"Thank you," Mike murmured with a painful expression on his face.
"Sir," she said.
Mike turned around and looked at her.
"Can I get you a wheel chair and a pillow to make it less painful because 317 is in a pretty long hallway.." she said.
"Yes, please," said Mike holding his side.
She pushed a wheel chair to Mike with a pillow in it, "Do you want me to wheel you there?"
"No thank you, i can make it," he said with a smile as he wheeled himself onto the elevator and the doors slowly closed..
