"Billie, Doesn't That Ceiling Just Want To Make You Cry?", chapter 3
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I slowly woke up to the sound of someone calling my name again. It sounded distant and far. I couldn't make out who it was. I felt someone touch my hand. I slowly opened my eyes and saw Anastasia, my ex-wife. I closed my eyes again. Why did I feel so miserable? How did I get here? What happened? The last thing I remember was... Going to that star bucks to get coffee....
"Mikey?"
I opened my eyes again. She sat at the edge of my bed, holding my hand. She looked at me with those amber eyes. It made me all warm inside.
"What happened?" I asked weakly.
"I came to ask you the same thing!" she said, "Tre called me and was screaming hysterically in to the phone 'mike got fucking hit by a fucking car! ' and then he just hung up. Then Billie called me told me you were here. So I came."
I just stared at her with a blank face.
"I got hit by a car?"
She nodded. "Seems so."
"How the fuck did that happen?" I asked slowly. I tried to remember. I was walking to get coffee... I made it to the place, I asked for the drinks and then... My mind went blank.
"I can't remember." I said quietly.
"Well, I'll just ask Billie then." She then leaned over and kissed me lightly. Holy shit, she kissed me... On the mouth. What? Wait, we're divorced... I was a little spooked. When was the last time she kissed there? Does she know something I don't? Am... Am I going to... Die or something?
She stood up and just as she walked out the door she stopped and said reassuringly, "and you're not going to die." She left.
How does she do that?
A couple hours passed and then the doctor walked in. I recognized him as the man who tried to wake me.
"Ah, I see you're awake Mr. Pritchard." He said as he walked in, grabbing some papers hanging off a clip board on the wall. He seemed like Indian decent. He had the accent, too.
"Oh, please call me Mike, and I feel like crap by the way." I said miserably.
"I pretty much see and know why."
"Was I hit by a car?"
He walked up to my bed.
"Yes, you were. You were running away from a group of, Teenies is it? Ran out into the street where a car was making a left turn and crashed into you. Then you crash landed into the street where you passed out." He explained.
"Wow... I'm I going to be alright?"
"Well, now we're going to take some x-rays and brain scans to see. Oh, and my name is Dr. Rajah."
He helped me out of bed. I was aching all over, my head started to pound again. I realized I still had my regular clothes on. We walked to a small room where there was a giant machine, with some x-ray panels.
"Now if you could please remove any earrings or metallic items." I took out my long earring stud and gave it to Dr. Rajah.
"Now lay down on the scan table with your arms flat by your sides." He instructed. I did as he said. He stepped out of the room and suddenly the table began to move forward. It moved under a large circle thing. It flashed a red light multiple times around my head. The table pulled back out. A nurse walked in and helped me off the table and into my bed again.
In the x-ray room
Dr. Rajah was examining the x-rays of Mike's brain. The car crash, luckily, caused no damage to his head, though there was something else that was very noticeable. Dr. Rajah picked up one x-ray off the panels. He closely looked at it, and then called over the head brain surgeon. He arrived within minutes.
"What is it frank?" he asked. Dr. Rajah handed him an x-ray.
"I was taking some x-rays for a patient who was in a car crash, but I've seem to find something else." The surgeon noticed right away. On the brain scans, a few white oval like blotches in different parts of the brain stood out. The bad thing was they weren't blotches.
"Tumors." said the surgeon thoughtfully.
"On his previous records it says nothing of them."
"They are very developed." The surgeon took a look at the other x-rays. "The patient appears to have advanced Lamptington's Disease. You say none of his medical records mention it?" the surgeon asked. Dr. Rajah shook his head.
"He hasn't had any symptoms; it seems as if these sneaked up on him." The surgeon said as he looked threw Mike's records. "They look a few months old. They are very developed. Probably cells have spread."
"Oh dear." said Dr. Rajah gravely. He shook his head. The surgeon looked at the patient's name. In quotations was a second.
"Mike Dirnt? Say, isn't he the bass player for green day?" the surgeon asked, "he's very famous, my daughter loves him."
"Such a shame? A wonder young man... Rich, famous loved by people all over the world... " The doctor sniffled. So did the surgeon.
"We'll both tell him." said the doctor. The surgeon nodded and sighed.
I was lying in my bed as usual. What else was there to do? What's taking those x-rays so long? I hate hospitals, so boring...
I heard someone walk through the door. I looked up. Dr. Rajah and some other man behind came in and walked up to my bed. They had grave looks on their faces. It scared the hell out of me. The man I didn't know handed me a pen and his clip board.
"Can I have your autograph?"
I looked down at the clip board. I smile spread across my face. It was a picture of me at the Milton Keynes concert last year. I was on stage, playing my bass and it must have been during King for a Day because I was wearing cat ears.
"To my daughter, Samantha."
I signed on the side.
To Samantha with love, Mike Dirnt xoxo
It felt good signing an autograph again. Make someone's day.
I gave the clip board back. The surgeon smiled at me. The doctor cleared his throat.
"Dr. Williams and I were just examining you brain scans," the doctor explained slowly, "I am happy to say that the car accident did no damage to your skull or brain at all."
I started to smile. Yes! Finally I can get out of this dump! But, just as I was starting to have a party in my head...
"But... "
Whoa! Wait a second, a 'but'? There's a 'but'? Oh fuck, there always has to be a 'but'! This can't be good...
"We found a few brain tumors."
My face fell. My whole body when numb. I started panicking.
"W-w-what do you mean b-brain tumors?" I asked shakily.
"These white blotches." The surgeon pointed to some weird white circles on a brain scan. Holy shit.... There's a lot... Do I have cancer? Am I...
"We are afraid to say that you have advanced Lamptington's disease."
"What do you mean... Advanced?" I was scared out of my mind.
"These brain tumors have been there for a while and have grown and probably spread bad cells." The surgeon explained, "There is really no point in doing a surgery, it's too late."
"What do mean to late?" I yelled. I was scared, really scared. I was about to jump out of my bed. Bad cells? No, no, no, no, no! This can't be happening!
The surgeon looked at his feet.
"I'm very sorry Mr. Pritchard."
No... No, no, I was shaking my head... Don't say it... Please... I tear was running down my cheek. Nothing in the world could have prepared me for what he had to say next...
"You have 3 weeks to live."
"Mikey?"
I opened my eyes again. She sat at the edge of my bed, holding my hand. She looked at me with those amber eyes. It made me all warm inside.
"What happened?" I asked weakly.
"I came to ask you the same thing!" she said, "Tre called me and was screaming hysterically in to the phone 'mike got fucking hit by a fucking car! ' and then he just hung up. Then Billie called me told me you were here. So I came."
I just stared at her with a blank face.
"I got hit by a car?"
She nodded. "Seems so."
"How the fuck did that happen?" I asked slowly. I tried to remember. I was walking to get coffee... I made it to the place, I asked for the drinks and then... My mind went blank.
"I can't remember." I said quietly.
"Well, I'll just ask Billie then." She then leaned over and kissed me lightly. Holy shit, she kissed me... On the mouth. What? Wait, we're divorced... I was a little spooked. When was the last time she kissed there? Does she know something I don't? Am... Am I going to... Die or something?
She stood up and just as she walked out the door she stopped and said reassuringly, "and you're not going to die." She left.
How does she do that?
A couple hours passed and then the doctor walked in. I recognized him as the man who tried to wake me.
"Ah, I see you're awake Mr. Pritchard." He said as he walked in, grabbing some papers hanging off a clip board on the wall. He seemed like Indian decent. He had the accent, too.
"Oh, please call me Mike, and I feel like crap by the way." I said miserably.
"I pretty much see and know why."
"Was I hit by a car?"
He walked up to my bed.
"Yes, you were. You were running away from a group of, Teenies is it? Ran out into the street where a car was making a left turn and crashed into you. Then you crash landed into the street where you passed out." He explained.
"Wow... I'm I going to be alright?"
"Well, now we're going to take some x-rays and brain scans to see. Oh, and my name is Dr. Rajah."
He helped me out of bed. I was aching all over, my head started to pound again. I realized I still had my regular clothes on. We walked to a small room where there was a giant machine, with some x-ray panels.
"Now if you could please remove any earrings or metallic items." I took out my long earring stud and gave it to Dr. Rajah.
"Now lay down on the scan table with your arms flat by your sides." He instructed. I did as he said. He stepped out of the room and suddenly the table began to move forward. It moved under a large circle thing. It flashed a red light multiple times around my head. The table pulled back out. A nurse walked in and helped me off the table and into my bed again.
In the x-ray room
Dr. Rajah was examining the x-rays of Mike's brain. The car crash, luckily, caused no damage to his head, though there was something else that was very noticeable. Dr. Rajah picked up one x-ray off the panels. He closely looked at it, and then called over the head brain surgeon. He arrived within minutes.
"What is it frank?" he asked. Dr. Rajah handed him an x-ray.
"I was taking some x-rays for a patient who was in a car crash, but I've seem to find something else." The surgeon noticed right away. On the brain scans, a few white oval like blotches in different parts of the brain stood out. The bad thing was they weren't blotches.
"Tumors." said the surgeon thoughtfully.
"On his previous records it says nothing of them."
"They are very developed." The surgeon took a look at the other x-rays. "The patient appears to have advanced Lamptington's Disease. You say none of his medical records mention it?" the surgeon asked. Dr. Rajah shook his head.
"He hasn't had any symptoms; it seems as if these sneaked up on him." The surgeon said as he looked threw Mike's records. "They look a few months old. They are very developed. Probably cells have spread."
"Oh dear." said Dr. Rajah gravely. He shook his head. The surgeon looked at the patient's name. In quotations was a second.
"Mike Dirnt? Say, isn't he the bass player for green day?" the surgeon asked, "he's very famous, my daughter loves him."
"Such a shame? A wonder young man... Rich, famous loved by people all over the world... " The doctor sniffled. So did the surgeon.
"We'll both tell him." said the doctor. The surgeon nodded and sighed.
I was lying in my bed as usual. What else was there to do? What's taking those x-rays so long? I hate hospitals, so boring...
I heard someone walk through the door. I looked up. Dr. Rajah and some other man behind came in and walked up to my bed. They had grave looks on their faces. It scared the hell out of me. The man I didn't know handed me a pen and his clip board.
"Can I have your autograph?"
I looked down at the clip board. I smile spread across my face. It was a picture of me at the Milton Keynes concert last year. I was on stage, playing my bass and it must have been during King for a Day because I was wearing cat ears.
"To my daughter, Samantha."
I signed on the side.
To Samantha with love, Mike Dirnt xoxo
It felt good signing an autograph again. Make someone's day.
I gave the clip board back. The surgeon smiled at me. The doctor cleared his throat.
"Dr. Williams and I were just examining you brain scans," the doctor explained slowly, "I am happy to say that the car accident did no damage to your skull or brain at all."
I started to smile. Yes! Finally I can get out of this dump! But, just as I was starting to have a party in my head...
"But... "
Whoa! Wait a second, a 'but'? There's a 'but'? Oh fuck, there always has to be a 'but'! This can't be good...
"We found a few brain tumors."
My face fell. My whole body when numb. I started panicking.
"W-w-what do you mean b-brain tumors?" I asked shakily.
"These white blotches." The surgeon pointed to some weird white circles on a brain scan. Holy shit.... There's a lot... Do I have cancer? Am I...
"We are afraid to say that you have advanced Lamptington's disease."
"What do you mean... Advanced?" I was scared out of my mind.
"These brain tumors have been there for a while and have grown and probably spread bad cells." The surgeon explained, "There is really no point in doing a surgery, it's too late."
"What do mean to late?" I yelled. I was scared, really scared. I was about to jump out of my bed. Bad cells? No, no, no, no, no! This can't be happening!
The surgeon looked at his feet.
"I'm very sorry Mr. Pritchard."
No... No, no, I was shaking my head... Don't say it... Please... I tear was running down my cheek. Nothing in the world could have prepared me for what he had to say next...
"You have 3 weeks to live."
