A Shitty Day For All, chapter 2
Billie Joe tried to see how Mike had been killed, but he couldn't find the source where the blood started coming from. He started to sob again, and he was not sure if Mike had died. Maybe there was a slim chance that he was alive. He tried checking Mike's wrists for any signs of a pulse. Through all the shit that Billie had just endured, there was a pulse throughout Mike's body. Billie suddenly became way more hopeful that Mike was okay. He started to talk.
"Mike?" Billie said slowly. "Mike, are you alive? Can you hear me? If you think you can make it somewhere, move your left hand." Mike's bloody hand slowly started moving.
"Billie, I think I might make it," said Mike's scratchy voice.
"Thank God! Well, please make it for about ten more minutes. I have to see what's the matter with Tre," said Billie as he slowly let go of Mike. Billie was scared at the thought of leaving Mike alone, but he had to see Tre.
"Tre? Where are you? Are you okay?" Billie Joe slowly strolled through Mike's basement looking for his friend. He wasn't too fond of Mike's basement, and especially the fact that it had never been furnished and was all metal. He saw Tre standing in Mike's laundry room, staring at the floor.
"What is it- Oh my fucking God! What the hell is that?!??!" said Billie as he saw the distorted dead body lying on the floor. The body looked as if something had tried to tear it apart.
"Wow, that's really fucking strange. No human could fucking do that," said Tre through wide eyes.
"So you were screaming 'cause of a dead body? Ha. You pussy," said Billie, laughing. He told Tre about Mike.
"Well, who's that fucking person right there? And why are they in his basement? Well, I wanna see how Mike's doing, so let's go upstairs," said Tre as he ran like a girl up the stairs. Tre went into Mike's room and screamed at Mike's horrible disposition.
"Mike! Are you okay? Oh my God! What the hell is going on in this mad house?" said Tre, all spazzy-like.
"Tre, shut the hell up, Mike's fucking dying," said Billie.
"Mike, are you oooookaaaay?" asked Tre in a quiet and sweet voice.
"Hmm, the HOSPITAL would be nice!" said Mike in a quiet voice, trying not to hurt his throat.
"All right, you have a point there," said Billie. "Let's go."
Tre and Billie impatiently waited in the waiting lounge at a late time at night. Mike had been in extensive care and wasn't allowed any visitors until the doctors and/or nurses allowed them
"Come on, what's taking them so damn long?" said Tre, which was exactly what Billie was thinking. Suddenly, a doctor approached Billie, who was sitting down seemingly patient.
"Excuse me, sir, you're the man that brought in a Mr. Mike Pritchard, right?" the doctor asked Billie Joe.
"Yes I am. How's he doing?" Billie asked.
"Well, unfortunately, he's been shot. Two bullets penetrated his rib cage and almost hit his lung. It appears the bullets were fired from so far away that they weren't quite able to reach his lungs or his heart. But, if the bullets would have been left in there any longer, they could have slowly traveled to his lungs, puncturing them and permanently impairing his breathing. Thankfully, we were able to surgically remove them. You and your, um, friend, can come and see him now," said the doctor, giving Tre a strange look, since Tre was abiding his time by jumping from chair to chair, but closely observing the doctor and Billie. Billie motioned for Tre to follow, and he jumped off the chair and followed.
Tre entered the room that Mike was in. Mike was dressed in one of the hospital gowns and looked pretty normal. He was, however, a little pale.
"Mikey, buddy, how ya feeling?" said Tre soothingly, approaching Mike's bed.
"I'm.... really tired," he said quietly.
"Otherwise, do you have any other pains? You doing okay?" Tre asked.
"I have a really bad migraine, and kind of prefer to be left alone," Mike said, dropping a big hint.
"Okay, well Billie wants to see ya before you go off to sleep okay? Then we'll leave you alone," Tre said as he backed out of the room. Billie Joe walked in and rushed to Mike's side.
"Mike. How are you?"
"Tired with a bad migraine and I want to be left alone," Mike said, irritated that he had to repeat himself.
"Okay, I'll make this quick. What the fuck are we supposed to do about our tour? If we don't go, we will hardly have any money," said Billie.
"What? So is this why you wanted to visit me? To bug me about the stupid fucking tour? Well fuck you Billie Joe! Tre was right. You're a greedy bastard. We have so much money we could give it away. So obviously you're more worried about fucking money than your best friend. Get the hell away from me!" yelled Mike in his hoarse voice at Billie. Billie looked slightly hurt.
"No, Mike, I just wanted to know if-" he was cut off by Mike.
"GO THE FUCK AWAY! You don't care about me! You're too involved with your damn money! Leave me out of it!" Mike yelled again.
"Fine. Don't let me finish, I'll fucking leave you here to die," Billie Joe said, pulling out Mike's IV. Tre was apparently watching, so he ran in and put it back in Mike as best he could.
"Billie, what the hell was that?" said Tre. Tre and Billie stared at each other for a few seconds before Tre punched Billie in the nose.
"Mike?" Billie said slowly. "Mike, are you alive? Can you hear me? If you think you can make it somewhere, move your left hand." Mike's bloody hand slowly started moving.
"Billie, I think I might make it," said Mike's scratchy voice.
"Thank God! Well, please make it for about ten more minutes. I have to see what's the matter with Tre," said Billie as he slowly let go of Mike. Billie was scared at the thought of leaving Mike alone, but he had to see Tre.
"Tre? Where are you? Are you okay?" Billie Joe slowly strolled through Mike's basement looking for his friend. He wasn't too fond of Mike's basement, and especially the fact that it had never been furnished and was all metal. He saw Tre standing in Mike's laundry room, staring at the floor.
"What is it- Oh my fucking God! What the hell is that?!??!" said Billie as he saw the distorted dead body lying on the floor. The body looked as if something had tried to tear it apart.
"Wow, that's really fucking strange. No human could fucking do that," said Tre through wide eyes.
"So you were screaming 'cause of a dead body? Ha. You pussy," said Billie, laughing. He told Tre about Mike.
"Well, who's that fucking person right there? And why are they in his basement? Well, I wanna see how Mike's doing, so let's go upstairs," said Tre as he ran like a girl up the stairs. Tre went into Mike's room and screamed at Mike's horrible disposition.
"Mike! Are you okay? Oh my God! What the hell is going on in this mad house?" said Tre, all spazzy-like.
"Tre, shut the hell up, Mike's fucking dying," said Billie.
"Mike, are you oooookaaaay?" asked Tre in a quiet and sweet voice.
"Hmm, the HOSPITAL would be nice!" said Mike in a quiet voice, trying not to hurt his throat.
"All right, you have a point there," said Billie. "Let's go."
Tre and Billie impatiently waited in the waiting lounge at a late time at night. Mike had been in extensive care and wasn't allowed any visitors until the doctors and/or nurses allowed them
"Come on, what's taking them so damn long?" said Tre, which was exactly what Billie was thinking. Suddenly, a doctor approached Billie, who was sitting down seemingly patient.
"Excuse me, sir, you're the man that brought in a Mr. Mike Pritchard, right?" the doctor asked Billie Joe.
"Yes I am. How's he doing?" Billie asked.
"Well, unfortunately, he's been shot. Two bullets penetrated his rib cage and almost hit his lung. It appears the bullets were fired from so far away that they weren't quite able to reach his lungs or his heart. But, if the bullets would have been left in there any longer, they could have slowly traveled to his lungs, puncturing them and permanently impairing his breathing. Thankfully, we were able to surgically remove them. You and your, um, friend, can come and see him now," said the doctor, giving Tre a strange look, since Tre was abiding his time by jumping from chair to chair, but closely observing the doctor and Billie. Billie motioned for Tre to follow, and he jumped off the chair and followed.
Tre entered the room that Mike was in. Mike was dressed in one of the hospital gowns and looked pretty normal. He was, however, a little pale.
"Mikey, buddy, how ya feeling?" said Tre soothingly, approaching Mike's bed.
"I'm.... really tired," he said quietly.
"Otherwise, do you have any other pains? You doing okay?" Tre asked.
"I have a really bad migraine, and kind of prefer to be left alone," Mike said, dropping a big hint.
"Okay, well Billie wants to see ya before you go off to sleep okay? Then we'll leave you alone," Tre said as he backed out of the room. Billie Joe walked in and rushed to Mike's side.
"Mike. How are you?"
"Tired with a bad migraine and I want to be left alone," Mike said, irritated that he had to repeat himself.
"Okay, I'll make this quick. What the fuck are we supposed to do about our tour? If we don't go, we will hardly have any money," said Billie.
"What? So is this why you wanted to visit me? To bug me about the stupid fucking tour? Well fuck you Billie Joe! Tre was right. You're a greedy bastard. We have so much money we could give it away. So obviously you're more worried about fucking money than your best friend. Get the hell away from me!" yelled Mike in his hoarse voice at Billie. Billie looked slightly hurt.
"No, Mike, I just wanted to know if-" he was cut off by Mike.
"GO THE FUCK AWAY! You don't care about me! You're too involved with your damn money! Leave me out of it!" Mike yelled again.
"Fine. Don't let me finish, I'll fucking leave you here to die," Billie Joe said, pulling out Mike's IV. Tre was apparently watching, so he ran in and put it back in Mike as best he could.
"Billie, what the hell was that?" said Tre. Tre and Billie stared at each other for a few seconds before Tre punched Billie in the nose.
