One Day Soon, chapter 3
Billie Joe woke up with one hell of a hang over, rubbing his head and trying his best not to wince at the light coming in his window.
"Where am I?" He wondered, looking around. There were 2 couches, one of which he was on, a TV and a coffee table.
"Good mooorinninnnggg!" Tre yelled in a sing song way, making Billie Joe wince and pound his head back onto the pillow, which just made his head hurt more.
"Shit!" he muttered, massaging his head and giving Tre the evil eye.
"Hey man, How ya feeling?" Tre asked with a smile "I brought ya some aspirin and water... my own 'special remedy' for a hang over."
"That's you're 'special remedy Tre? EVERYONE does that!" Growled Billie, taking the aspirin and water greedily.
"Yes well, I do it best" Tre replied with a smile
"Right on" Billie Joe mumbled, hoping it would just shut him up.
"Listen, I have to go take Frankito to his grandma's... it's her birthday. You're welcome to stay here and sleep or watch TV if you want, but I wont be back until late."
"Thanks Tre but I think I' just going to go home" Billie Joe said before becoming very pale and running to the bathroom to be sick.
"Right then! I'll leave you a key to lock the place up then! I'll stop by your house later to get it and check on you!" Tre called before grabbing his son and heading out to the car.
"Oh my god" Billie Joe muttered as he hung his head over the toilet. Just when he thought Adrienne couldn't make him feel any worse... she has (in a round about but completely logical way when you're hung over) him puking his guts out on Tre's bathroom floor.
Billie Joe waited until he was sure he felt better before rising up and heading towards the front Door. He picked up his jacket from the arm of the couch and slipped on his shoes before reaching into his pocket, grabbing his cell phone and calling a cab.
As He stepped outside and locked the door, waiting for his cab his mind wandered back to the telephone conversation he'd had last night.
No sooner had the cab dropped him off back at home then Billie Joe headed to his liquor cabinet. He'd worked his way back into a funk thinking about Adrienne and he had to just have a drink, it was the only way he could think of to get the pain off of his mind.
When Tre knocked on the door later that night, it was to find a drunk Billie Joe passed out on the ground.
"Awww fuck man!" Tre said as he sidled over to his friends limp body and tried to wake him up. But Billie Joe wouldn't wake up.
"Get UP you ass!" Tre yelled, shaking Billie Joe with all his might... but still nothing.
"Shit!" Tre yelled as he jumped back from Billie Joe, he still had a pulse but the damb ass was unconscious. He took out his cell phone and dialed 911.
When the Ambulance came and Tre rode with them to the hospital he called Mike
"Hello?" Mike sounded groggy, he was probably asleep before Tre called.
"Mike, Billie Joe's gone and given himself alcohol poisoning. I walked into his house and found him unconscious on the floor!"
"Call 911 Tre!"
"I did" Tre said, calming down. "Mike, there was a message from Adrienne on his answering machine when I got there... "
"Yeah I know," Mike interrupted. "He kinda let that slide last night at the bar.
"I'm scared Mike... Billie Joe never does this sort of thing!"
"I know... I'm scared too! I'll meet you at the hospital."
*Click*
Tre sat waiting in the waiting room soon after they arrived. Billie Joe had been swept off and he was left to fill out some paper work. Mike rushed through the door and ran over to Tre.
"Where is he? Is he okay? What's happening?" He asked on a single breath.
"I don't know! They wont tell me anything!" Tree said, making sure he was loud enough to have the nurses hear him. "All I know is, he's not dead... yet!"
"Shit man... this is fucked up. Should we call Adrienne?"
"I doubt it" Tre said somberly. "She seemed pretty harsh on the message. Did you know she'd been cheating on Billie for 6 months? AND she took his kids away?"
"No" Mike replied sadly. "I had no idea... "
Just then the doctor came in.
"Mr. Wright?"
"Yeah?" Tre responded, smiling a little that the doctor had used his real name.
"Mr. Armstrong is recovering. He's going to be fine, but we need to keep him here until he regains consciousness. We do however have one problem. The male patient ward is full, we've already had to move over about a dozen men into the woman's ward. I need your permission to do so with Mr. Armstrong also. We can look for a private room for him there, but it's doubtful."
"Yeah, that's fine." Tre said not really paying attention. "Can we see him though?"
"Yes of course," said the doctor "Right this way."
He led Mike and Tre down to the woman's ward and into a room.
"this is a semi-private, Only one other occupant" he said opening the door. "She's unconscious too so there'll be no problems. I'll start looking for a private room right away though."
"Don't worry about it" Mike said. "It's nice to know he'll have some company in here."
With that the doctor nodded and left them alone with their unconscious friend and the young woman in the bed beside him.
"Man Billie" Tre said quietly, staring at his friend. "I'm so sorry about everything.. Adrienne and all.. no one would have guessed! But listen.. this, doing this to yourself. This was stupid. Even I would never do this."
Tre sat down quietly beside him and just stared at his friend.
Mike stood back from Billie, not coming too close.
"Come on man, talk to him. It'll help" Tre said quietly
"I ugh... ." Mike said staring at Billie and not blinking.
"I gotta go!" Mike said before running out of the room.
"Tre looked back to Billie.
"Like I said buddy... this is fucked up!" then he stood up and left the room looking for mike. The hospital promised to call him when Billie woke up so he might as well get some sleep.
"Where am I?" He wondered, looking around. There were 2 couches, one of which he was on, a TV and a coffee table.
"Good mooorinninnnggg!" Tre yelled in a sing song way, making Billie Joe wince and pound his head back onto the pillow, which just made his head hurt more.
"Shit!" he muttered, massaging his head and giving Tre the evil eye.
"Hey man, How ya feeling?" Tre asked with a smile "I brought ya some aspirin and water... my own 'special remedy' for a hang over."
"That's you're 'special remedy Tre? EVERYONE does that!" Growled Billie, taking the aspirin and water greedily.
"Yes well, I do it best" Tre replied with a smile
"Right on" Billie Joe mumbled, hoping it would just shut him up.
"Listen, I have to go take Frankito to his grandma's... it's her birthday. You're welcome to stay here and sleep or watch TV if you want, but I wont be back until late."
"Thanks Tre but I think I' just going to go home" Billie Joe said before becoming very pale and running to the bathroom to be sick.
"Right then! I'll leave you a key to lock the place up then! I'll stop by your house later to get it and check on you!" Tre called before grabbing his son and heading out to the car.
"Oh my god" Billie Joe muttered as he hung his head over the toilet. Just when he thought Adrienne couldn't make him feel any worse... she has (in a round about but completely logical way when you're hung over) him puking his guts out on Tre's bathroom floor.
Billie Joe waited until he was sure he felt better before rising up and heading towards the front Door. He picked up his jacket from the arm of the couch and slipped on his shoes before reaching into his pocket, grabbing his cell phone and calling a cab.
As He stepped outside and locked the door, waiting for his cab his mind wandered back to the telephone conversation he'd had last night.
No sooner had the cab dropped him off back at home then Billie Joe headed to his liquor cabinet. He'd worked his way back into a funk thinking about Adrienne and he had to just have a drink, it was the only way he could think of to get the pain off of his mind.
When Tre knocked on the door later that night, it was to find a drunk Billie Joe passed out on the ground.
"Awww fuck man!" Tre said as he sidled over to his friends limp body and tried to wake him up. But Billie Joe wouldn't wake up.
"Get UP you ass!" Tre yelled, shaking Billie Joe with all his might... but still nothing.
"Shit!" Tre yelled as he jumped back from Billie Joe, he still had a pulse but the damb ass was unconscious. He took out his cell phone and dialed 911.
When the Ambulance came and Tre rode with them to the hospital he called Mike
"Hello?" Mike sounded groggy, he was probably asleep before Tre called.
"Mike, Billie Joe's gone and given himself alcohol poisoning. I walked into his house and found him unconscious on the floor!"
"Call 911 Tre!"
"I did" Tre said, calming down. "Mike, there was a message from Adrienne on his answering machine when I got there... "
"Yeah I know," Mike interrupted. "He kinda let that slide last night at the bar.
"I'm scared Mike... Billie Joe never does this sort of thing!"
"I know... I'm scared too! I'll meet you at the hospital."
*Click*
Tre sat waiting in the waiting room soon after they arrived. Billie Joe had been swept off and he was left to fill out some paper work. Mike rushed through the door and ran over to Tre.
"Where is he? Is he okay? What's happening?" He asked on a single breath.
"I don't know! They wont tell me anything!" Tree said, making sure he was loud enough to have the nurses hear him. "All I know is, he's not dead... yet!"
"Shit man... this is fucked up. Should we call Adrienne?"
"I doubt it" Tre said somberly. "She seemed pretty harsh on the message. Did you know she'd been cheating on Billie for 6 months? AND she took his kids away?"
"No" Mike replied sadly. "I had no idea... "
Just then the doctor came in.
"Mr. Wright?"
"Yeah?" Tre responded, smiling a little that the doctor had used his real name.
"Mr. Armstrong is recovering. He's going to be fine, but we need to keep him here until he regains consciousness. We do however have one problem. The male patient ward is full, we've already had to move over about a dozen men into the woman's ward. I need your permission to do so with Mr. Armstrong also. We can look for a private room for him there, but it's doubtful."
"Yeah, that's fine." Tre said not really paying attention. "Can we see him though?"
"Yes of course," said the doctor "Right this way."
He led Mike and Tre down to the woman's ward and into a room.
"this is a semi-private, Only one other occupant" he said opening the door. "She's unconscious too so there'll be no problems. I'll start looking for a private room right away though."
"Don't worry about it" Mike said. "It's nice to know he'll have some company in here."
With that the doctor nodded and left them alone with their unconscious friend and the young woman in the bed beside him.
"Man Billie" Tre said quietly, staring at his friend. "I'm so sorry about everything.. Adrienne and all.. no one would have guessed! But listen.. this, doing this to yourself. This was stupid. Even I would never do this."
Tre sat down quietly beside him and just stared at his friend.
Mike stood back from Billie, not coming too close.
"Come on man, talk to him. It'll help" Tre said quietly
"I ugh... ." Mike said staring at Billie and not blinking.
"I gotta go!" Mike said before running out of the room.
"Tre looked back to Billie.
"Like I said buddy... this is fucked up!" then he stood up and left the room looking for mike. The hospital promised to call him when Billie woke up so he might as well get some sleep.
