2028, chapter 11
Tre watched as both of the boys comforted their mother and had a sudden revelation, neither looked particularly like Billie Joe. They had elements of him, his character, his structure, his hair, but they were definitely their mother's sons. He had always thought of them as Billie's kids but they really looked more like their mother. As the two held her, Joey's face and Jake's face, rounder than his brother's, enveloping her smudged eyes and lips starting to bleed from biting he realized that this was not something that should be happening. If all of the fighting, all of the arguing had never started in the first place, nobody would be sitting here, making up in a hospital waiting room, sitting and waiting for news of a friend, a husband, a father. They should have all been happy, somewhere on tour together, like England or New York, reviewing last night's show over a meal of some sort.
But that was fantasy, this was reality and now a black-haired doctor was approaching Adrienne and she stood up, her sons by her side for support. The doctor paused, when he approached and glanced at his notepad, causing something to clink in his pocket as he moved.
"You're Adrienne Armstrong?" he asked.
Adrienne nodded, as her hand reached out for Joey's and she squeezed it hard, so hard that Joey felt back the urge to wince at his mother's grip, which he had never considered extremely hard, but now he wasn't so sure.
"He'll be fine," the doctor said, "He's going to need some stitches, and some recovery time but he'll make a full recovery in about six weeks. He's got some broken ribs. We had to give him a blood transfusion, he lost a lot of blood and he's gonna be sore for a bit. He's a very lucky man, your husband, I heard on the radio that that was a nasty, nasty crash."
"Oh thank you so much, you have no idea how much this means to us," Adrienne gasped, realizing that he was indeed lucky.
"No, don't thank me. I love Green Day, you don't think I'd want to ruin my own chances of getting tickets to a reunion tour that I just know is gonna happen someday."
Adrienne grinned even wider and Mike noticed a bit of that old spark returning to Tre's eye.
"Uh... " the doctor said nervously, "You wanna sign my clipboard, it'd give me something to laugh about."
"Sure," Mike laughed.
"Hell yes!" Tre exclaimed and together the first Green Day autograph in ten years happened there, in a hospital waiting room full of waiting, nervous people.
The doctor smiled and looked at all of them, "My name's Dr. Fox, Alberto Fox, if you need anything, Warning was amazing. Oh, you can go in one or two at a time to see him now, but be gentle."
Adrienne smiled and thanked the man once again as he walked off, whistling and looking at the writing on the clipboard in front of him.
But that was fantasy, this was reality and now a black-haired doctor was approaching Adrienne and she stood up, her sons by her side for support. The doctor paused, when he approached and glanced at his notepad, causing something to clink in his pocket as he moved.
"You're Adrienne Armstrong?" he asked.
Adrienne nodded, as her hand reached out for Joey's and she squeezed it hard, so hard that Joey felt back the urge to wince at his mother's grip, which he had never considered extremely hard, but now he wasn't so sure.
"He'll be fine," the doctor said, "He's going to need some stitches, and some recovery time but he'll make a full recovery in about six weeks. He's got some broken ribs. We had to give him a blood transfusion, he lost a lot of blood and he's gonna be sore for a bit. He's a very lucky man, your husband, I heard on the radio that that was a nasty, nasty crash."
"Oh thank you so much, you have no idea how much this means to us," Adrienne gasped, realizing that he was indeed lucky.
"No, don't thank me. I love Green Day, you don't think I'd want to ruin my own chances of getting tickets to a reunion tour that I just know is gonna happen someday."
Adrienne grinned even wider and Mike noticed a bit of that old spark returning to Tre's eye.
"Uh... " the doctor said nervously, "You wanna sign my clipboard, it'd give me something to laugh about."
"Sure," Mike laughed.
"Hell yes!" Tre exclaimed and together the first Green Day autograph in ten years happened there, in a hospital waiting room full of waiting, nervous people.
The doctor smiled and looked at all of them, "My name's Dr. Fox, Alberto Fox, if you need anything, Warning was amazing. Oh, you can go in one or two at a time to see him now, but be gentle."
Adrienne smiled and thanked the man once again as he walked off, whistling and looking at the writing on the clipboard in front of him.
