Chumps And Chumpettes, chapter 15
I couldn't believe it. Billie was kneeling by the bed, with his face head down in the covers. I could make out a pool of blood seeping from the back of his head and there were bruises on his legs and arms. He didn't look very alive.
"Billie" I whispered.
"Oh my God." I heard Mike say.
"Mike, phone the police! And an ambulance!" When he didn't move I shouted "Quickly!"
"Okay, okay!" He said, and ran out into the hallway.
"Billie, you're gonna be okay. I dunno if you can hear me or not, but you'll be fine, I promise. An ambulance and the police are on the way. Just hang in there! You'll make it, I know it." I knew that now I was just blabbering, but it made me feel like he could hang on if he knew someone was with him.
Mike appeared at the doorway, breathless. "They're on their way."
He walked in closer, and I started to cry even harder. "He'll be okay, won't he Mike?"
"Yeah, sure. Don't worry, he'll be fine."
"What do you think happened?" I sobbed into his shoulder.
"I dunno. But it'll be okay. Just you wait and see."
Then we heard the ambulance and police at the door. They came up the stairs, and picked Billie up, putting him on a stretcher.
I grabbed one of the doctor guys by the sleeve and urgently asked: "Do you think he'll be okay?"
"Don't worry ma'am. He's alive, and if we get him there in time then he'll probably be out of hospital soon." The man replied with a reassuring smile.
I sighed with relief. "Is it okay if we come in the ambulance?" I asked.
"Actually," A voice said from behind me "If it's okay with you two, we need to ask you a few questions before you go anywhere." I turned around to face a police officer.
"That's fine." Mike said for us, putting his arm around my shoulders.
"B-b-but, Billie, he needs us!"
"Look, we need to do this, and we'll just be getting in the way if we ride in the ambulance, okay?" Mike said, wiping a tear away from my cheek.
"So," Started the policeman "What exactly happened?"
"Well, we were walking home together from shopping, and we had just arrived at Bil-I mean Mr Armstrong's house when Amy here went upstairs to find Billie and-"
"And I saw Billie like that, on the bed." I cut in. 'Damn' I thought. 'I'm crying again.
"Do either of you two have any idea who may have done this?"
The officer looked at Mike, and he shook his head. He looked at me, and I started shaking my head, but then I thought back a while.
"I'd kill for a girl like you."
Tré's words. Had he meant them?
Oh my God... Had he tried to kill Billie?
"Amy?" I heard Mike ask. "Do you have any idea?"
"Uh.... Erm.... Nope. Sorry." I said quickly, looking down at my feet. I wasn't going to make any accusations until I was certain.
Mike gave me a funny look. "Sure?"
"Yeah, positive." I replied.
"Any other questions officer?" Mike asked.
"Not as such Mr Pritchard, but we may be contacting you in the near future. You can go to the hospital now." The officer said.
"Hey, cheer up." Mike said, tapping me under the chin. "They said he'd be okay."
"I know... " I said.
Mike got out his cell phone and began to dial.
"What are you doing?" I said, angrily. 'We should have left for the hospital by now' I thought.
"I'm just phoning Tré, he needs to know."
'Maybe he does already. ' I thought. "Oh, yeah I guess." I said.
"Hey? Tré? Yeah, Erm... Bill's in hospital. Yeah, we think he was attacked or something. If you wanna go over there, me and Amy will be heading there pretty soon. Yeah, okay, meet you there."
He put the phone back in his pocket and pulled me along. "C'mon." He said, "Let's go see how he's doing."
In my head, I thought what I was going to do when I got my hands on Tré. Would he really have done something so horrible to his best friend? For me?
"Billie" I whispered.
"Oh my God." I heard Mike say.
"Mike, phone the police! And an ambulance!" When he didn't move I shouted "Quickly!"
"Okay, okay!" He said, and ran out into the hallway.
"Billie, you're gonna be okay. I dunno if you can hear me or not, but you'll be fine, I promise. An ambulance and the police are on the way. Just hang in there! You'll make it, I know it." I knew that now I was just blabbering, but it made me feel like he could hang on if he knew someone was with him.
Mike appeared at the doorway, breathless. "They're on their way."
He walked in closer, and I started to cry even harder. "He'll be okay, won't he Mike?"
"Yeah, sure. Don't worry, he'll be fine."
"What do you think happened?" I sobbed into his shoulder.
"I dunno. But it'll be okay. Just you wait and see."
Then we heard the ambulance and police at the door. They came up the stairs, and picked Billie up, putting him on a stretcher.
I grabbed one of the doctor guys by the sleeve and urgently asked: "Do you think he'll be okay?"
"Don't worry ma'am. He's alive, and if we get him there in time then he'll probably be out of hospital soon." The man replied with a reassuring smile.
I sighed with relief. "Is it okay if we come in the ambulance?" I asked.
"Actually," A voice said from behind me "If it's okay with you two, we need to ask you a few questions before you go anywhere." I turned around to face a police officer.
"That's fine." Mike said for us, putting his arm around my shoulders.
"B-b-but, Billie, he needs us!"
"Look, we need to do this, and we'll just be getting in the way if we ride in the ambulance, okay?" Mike said, wiping a tear away from my cheek.
"So," Started the policeman "What exactly happened?"
"Well, we were walking home together from shopping, and we had just arrived at Bil-I mean Mr Armstrong's house when Amy here went upstairs to find Billie and-"
"And I saw Billie like that, on the bed." I cut in. 'Damn' I thought. 'I'm crying again.
"Do either of you two have any idea who may have done this?"
The officer looked at Mike, and he shook his head. He looked at me, and I started shaking my head, but then I thought back a while.
"I'd kill for a girl like you."
Tré's words. Had he meant them?
Oh my God... Had he tried to kill Billie?
"Amy?" I heard Mike ask. "Do you have any idea?"
"Uh.... Erm.... Nope. Sorry." I said quickly, looking down at my feet. I wasn't going to make any accusations until I was certain.
Mike gave me a funny look. "Sure?"
"Yeah, positive." I replied.
"Any other questions officer?" Mike asked.
"Not as such Mr Pritchard, but we may be contacting you in the near future. You can go to the hospital now." The officer said.
"Hey, cheer up." Mike said, tapping me under the chin. "They said he'd be okay."
"I know... " I said.
Mike got out his cell phone and began to dial.
"What are you doing?" I said, angrily. 'We should have left for the hospital by now' I thought.
"I'm just phoning Tré, he needs to know."
'Maybe he does already. ' I thought. "Oh, yeah I guess." I said.
"Hey? Tré? Yeah, Erm... Bill's in hospital. Yeah, we think he was attacked or something. If you wanna go over there, me and Amy will be heading there pretty soon. Yeah, okay, meet you there."
He put the phone back in his pocket and pulled me along. "C'mon." He said, "Let's go see how he's doing."
In my head, I thought what I was going to do when I got my hands on Tré. Would he really have done something so horrible to his best friend? For me?
