The Day I Decided To Leave..., chapter 8

We were sitting in the waiting room along with a worried looking Mike and Tre.

"How could this happen!? Those fuckin' bastards! I swear to god if you see them on the street Ellise you better fucking tell me I swear they'll pay for this!" yelled Mike as one of the nurses came over to tell Mike to be quiet.

"Sir you're going to have to take a seat and be a little quieter."

"Excuse me," he said with a calm voice ,"

Excuse me Ms. but my friend is in intensive care right now because some fucking asshole thought it would be funny to kick his ass!" by now he was screaming and everyone was looking at him and us.

"Sir I understand but you're go-"

"NO!! You don't fucking understand is your best fucking friend in the hospital right now and could possibly lose his life??! huh?!"

"No but-"

"Excuse me, are you all here for Mr. Armstrong." said one of the surgeons.

Mike rushed over and soon we all followed.

"Is he ok god please tell me he's ok PLEASE god say something!!"

"Sir I'm going to ask you to calm down."

"Fine can we get to the point?"

"Well Mr. Armstrong has been badly wounded by the stabbing-"

"Stabbing? What stabbing? They stabbed him!!!?" Said Tre.

"Yes we found stab wounds on his chest all the way through his back."

"I swear when we catch those bastards they are never EVER going to see the day of light and I mean it literally." said mike.

"Well your friend is having a lot of trouble breathing on his own and is very, very weak. We are going to have to keep him here until he's able to breath on his own. But if he doesn't get better within a couple days then well I don't know what to say .He might get an infection and not make it .But if he does make it he can go to physical therapy to regain his strength."

"Is there anything we could do to I don't know help him get better?"

"NO I'm afraid not I'm very sorry." And with that the doctor walked away into the doors where he had been operating on Billie Joe.

"Damn this shit. Why did this have to happen? Why? And why Billie Joe? He has never done anything to anybody before." I said before a shit load of reporters and news crews came rushing thru the doors. Apparently they got passed security and everyone else that wasn't letting them in.
"Excuse me! Sir! Excuse me! How is Billie Joe? Where is he? "All the reporters yelled.

"Get the fuck out of here you bastards. Our friend is practically dying and all you can do is stand there asking questions get the fuck out of my face!"
Of course being the asshole that they are they kept asking questions;

"Ok you wanna know how I feel?, asked Mike,

"I'll tell you. When I find out who did this to him well let's just say they are going to be oh so very sorry. I guarantee that." said Mike.

We were all very mad at what happened but then again scared that Billie might not make it .Damn we were so scared. When all of a sudden someone walked through the door. Someone we weren't too happy to see well not to Mike and Tre at least.

"Hi guys" said Adie in a low and sad voice.

"Hi guys? That's all you have to say?" Mike managed to say in a low voice.

"What do you want me to say Mike? Is Billie Joe dead yet?"

"Don't give me that shit! You did this to him! You left him and he got depressed and left and he got hurt why? Because of you! Its all your fault Adrienne. I really don't want to see your face right now."

Adie ran into the bathroom and Allie ran after her. I could see Mike's eyes grow watery as he ran out the hospital. And surprisingly took out a cigarette which he rarely ever does only when he's depressed.

"Mike wait up!"

"Look please don't give me any of that Adie is not to blame crap, I'm not in the mood."