I Never Expected This, But Now Its All I Want., chapter 2
I woke up in an unfamiliar room, in an extremely uncomfortable bed, with a killer headache and the biggest urge to throw up. I looked around the room and took in my surroundings. It was a small room with one medium sized window on my left, and a small bedside table on my right. It had three chairs lined up againsed the wall near the door, and another little table next to them that was stacked with magazines.
I tried to sit up, but unfortunately I failed as pain shooted through my body. I fell back into the bed and lay still with my eyes closed. About 5 minutes later it finally registered through my head I was in a hospital bed. I laid there for a few more minutes until I heard the door creak open. I opened my eyes to see a male figure with his back turned towards me, as he was closing the door. He finally turned around so he was facing me, which might of been a mistake because as soon as he saw I was awake, he jumped so high in the air I thought I might have given him a heart attack.
"HOLY SHIT SAM, YOU'RE AWAKE!" he shouted, making me jump a little.
"Hey Tre," I said, trying to sit up, forgetting what happened last time I tried. "Ow fuck!" I winced as the pain once again spread through my body.
"Here," Tre said, helping me up into a sitting position.
"Thanks," I replied quietly, looking down at my hands.
There was a long awkward silence until Tre broke it. "Sam," he paused. "Um...when you fell down the stairs...you took quite an impact," he paused again. "And...Um..."
Knowing exactly what he was about to say, I saved him the trouble. "Tre, its okay... I know I lost it," I said, struggling with the last few words. He looked at me with his sad, blue eyes before climbing into the hospital bed and pulling me close to him, surprisingly not hurting me at all.
We laid there for what seemed like hours but I knew only 20 minutes had gone past. Now, you're probably thinking 'Oh what a romantic thing to do Tre!' Well I'm going to tell you right now that I don't have that kind of relationship with Tre, he's my best friend and that's all he will ever will be and I know he feels the same way towards me.
"I'm so sorry Sam," he said, resting his chin on the top of my head. "Everything was going fine until Billie Joe fucking Armstrong had to come along and fuck everything up," he was getting angrier and angrier by the second.
"It wasn't his fault," I replied, shutting my eyes to make the tears stop from over flowing.
"How can you even say that Sam?" he said, looking into my eyes. "It was entirely his fault, we would have been fine with out him, and we could have handled it," he said, once again placing his chin on the top of my head.
"Tre, you're acting as if this is your child."
"Yeah I know, sorry... but I mean, I could and would have been there every step of the way with you, you know."
"Yeah I know," I replied, feeling the tears stream down my face. It hurt me so much to know that Tre cared more than the actual father. "When am I allowed out of here?" I asked, wiping the tears from my face.
"Umm... This afternoon actually," he said getting up. "But you have to take these really strong pain killers twice a day and take it easy."
Well the afternoon came finally. Tre stayed with me that whole day, and then drove me back to his house after much argument. "Tre, I'm fine, I can go back to my own house!" I pouted, crossing my arms and staring at him.
"Sam, Get over it, your coming to my house so I can look after you."
"Oh for fuck sake, I'm not disabled, just... fine whatever."
I didn't want to bring up me losing the baby. It just hurts too much. I told Tre I was fine as I want that far along into the birth to get all emotional, but I could tell he doesn't believe me, And neither do I.
As for Billie Joe, I never want to see his face again.
I tried to sit up, but unfortunately I failed as pain shooted through my body. I fell back into the bed and lay still with my eyes closed. About 5 minutes later it finally registered through my head I was in a hospital bed. I laid there for a few more minutes until I heard the door creak open. I opened my eyes to see a male figure with his back turned towards me, as he was closing the door. He finally turned around so he was facing me, which might of been a mistake because as soon as he saw I was awake, he jumped so high in the air I thought I might have given him a heart attack.
"HOLY SHIT SAM, YOU'RE AWAKE!" he shouted, making me jump a little.
"Hey Tre," I said, trying to sit up, forgetting what happened last time I tried. "Ow fuck!" I winced as the pain once again spread through my body.
"Here," Tre said, helping me up into a sitting position.
"Thanks," I replied quietly, looking down at my hands.
There was a long awkward silence until Tre broke it. "Sam," he paused. "Um...when you fell down the stairs...you took quite an impact," he paused again. "And...Um..."
Knowing exactly what he was about to say, I saved him the trouble. "Tre, its okay... I know I lost it," I said, struggling with the last few words. He looked at me with his sad, blue eyes before climbing into the hospital bed and pulling me close to him, surprisingly not hurting me at all.
We laid there for what seemed like hours but I knew only 20 minutes had gone past. Now, you're probably thinking 'Oh what a romantic thing to do Tre!' Well I'm going to tell you right now that I don't have that kind of relationship with Tre, he's my best friend and that's all he will ever will be and I know he feels the same way towards me.
"I'm so sorry Sam," he said, resting his chin on the top of my head. "Everything was going fine until Billie Joe fucking Armstrong had to come along and fuck everything up," he was getting angrier and angrier by the second.
"It wasn't his fault," I replied, shutting my eyes to make the tears stop from over flowing.
"How can you even say that Sam?" he said, looking into my eyes. "It was entirely his fault, we would have been fine with out him, and we could have handled it," he said, once again placing his chin on the top of my head.
"Tre, you're acting as if this is your child."
"Yeah I know, sorry... but I mean, I could and would have been there every step of the way with you, you know."
"Yeah I know," I replied, feeling the tears stream down my face. It hurt me so much to know that Tre cared more than the actual father. "When am I allowed out of here?" I asked, wiping the tears from my face.
"Umm... This afternoon actually," he said getting up. "But you have to take these really strong pain killers twice a day and take it easy."
Well the afternoon came finally. Tre stayed with me that whole day, and then drove me back to his house after much argument. "Tre, I'm fine, I can go back to my own house!" I pouted, crossing my arms and staring at him.
"Sam, Get over it, your coming to my house so I can look after you."
"Oh for fuck sake, I'm not disabled, just... fine whatever."
I didn't want to bring up me losing the baby. It just hurts too much. I told Tre I was fine as I want that far along into the birth to get all emotional, but I could tell he doesn't believe me, And neither do I.
As for Billie Joe, I never want to see his face again.
