I'll Stand By And Watch You Drown, chapter 6
~*~*Still Veronica's POV~*~*
This could not be happening. It must all be a dream. I'll wake up in a few minutes and find myself laying in bed. Nothing happened. *Just gotta keep telling myself that* I thought.
"Are you gonna explain what was going on?" he asked. I could feel the anger in his voice.
"Nothing," I said," Tre was just trying to comfort me 'cause I thought that I might have ruined our friendship!
"Tre?" he asked, turning in his direction.
"I was just trying to comfort her!"
"Liar."
"Why are you calling me a liar?" Tre asked, but there was a hint of worry in his voice.
"Last week, when me and Veronica weren't together, you said that you had a crush on her. I see that still hasn't changed."
I tried to stop him but he went to the fridge and pulled out 2 bottles of Vodka. He went out the door and a few seconds later we heard the car pull away. *Oh, no* I thought. *He's gonna be drinking and driving, and I don't have any way of going to get him*
Tre told me to come sit next to him and watch TV to get my mind off Billie Joe, but since I didn't quite trust Tre, I sat in the armchair. I was just getting into a show when the phone rang. I didn't know who would be calling at 11:35 at night but I answered it without thinking.
"Hello?" I said.
"Hello. This is Dr. Hanson, I work at the local hospital. Is this Veronica Sawyer?"
My heart skipped a beat.
"Yes," I said. My voice was a little choked up. I knew what was coming next.
"It seems that a boy named Billie Joe got in a fatal car accident due to drinking and driving. He is now in the Intensive Care Center. Could you come down?"
I managed to sob out a 'yes' and asked for the room number.
"#227 on the 2nd floor."
"Thanks," I said, and hung up.
~*~*Tre's POV~*~*
Oh, God. I kinda had an idea why Veronica was crying. She glared at me, then said," We need to go and get a cab." It was my fault. I never should have done that to Veronica. *Now she hates me* I thought,
"Why?" I asked even though I already knew why.
"We're going to the hospital," she said and threw my jacket at me. Her's was already on.
"We can go down the street and use my car," I said.
She nodded and we headed out the door. We sprinted all the way down the street and stopped in front of my house. "Get in," I told her, opening the passenger door. She entered and I went around the front and got in on the driver's side. After putting it into gear, I sped off to the hospital. The traffic wasn't too bad, and we reached the hospital very quickly.
I followed Veronica up the stairs and to the room since she got the information from the docter. We stopped outside room 227 and walked in.
The sight of Billie Joe was tearing me apart. He had a huge bandaged gash across his forehead that looked like it was from hitting his head on glass. There were brusises all over and his hands and arms were scraped up badly. There was a tube that went in his mouth and down his throat and a nurse had just given him a shot and was walking out, her head hung low.
I looked at Veronica with my tear stung eyes and saw that her's matched mine. We each sat on a chair on either side of Billie Joe, and Veronica took his hand.
~*~*Veronica's POV~*~*
"Billie?" I said. I didn't think he could hear me, but Tre said that, even unconsious, he could. I sighed and said, "Billie? According to Tre, you can hear me, so I just want to ask you something. Why did you have to do that? We all care about you. Your mom loves you no matter what you think. Mike and Tre love you like a brother, and I love you like a sister. We've spent so much of our lives together, I don't want it to end like this. Please, Billie. Wake up."
Nothing. Silence apart from the constant beeping of the monitor. That one line thingy (What the fuck is it called?) was going very slowly, and there wasn't much action going on. *That's a bad sign* I thought to myself, but closed my eyes and went to sleep, laying my head down on the hospital bed, still holding onto Billie Joe's pale, ice cold hand. There was one thought going through my mind: Don't leave, Billie. We need you.
This could not be happening. It must all be a dream. I'll wake up in a few minutes and find myself laying in bed. Nothing happened. *Just gotta keep telling myself that* I thought.
"Are you gonna explain what was going on?" he asked. I could feel the anger in his voice.
"Nothing," I said," Tre was just trying to comfort me 'cause I thought that I might have ruined our friendship!
"Tre?" he asked, turning in his direction.
"I was just trying to comfort her!"
"Liar."
"Why are you calling me a liar?" Tre asked, but there was a hint of worry in his voice.
"Last week, when me and Veronica weren't together, you said that you had a crush on her. I see that still hasn't changed."
I tried to stop him but he went to the fridge and pulled out 2 bottles of Vodka. He went out the door and a few seconds later we heard the car pull away. *Oh, no* I thought. *He's gonna be drinking and driving, and I don't have any way of going to get him*
Tre told me to come sit next to him and watch TV to get my mind off Billie Joe, but since I didn't quite trust Tre, I sat in the armchair. I was just getting into a show when the phone rang. I didn't know who would be calling at 11:35 at night but I answered it without thinking.
"Hello?" I said.
"Hello. This is Dr. Hanson, I work at the local hospital. Is this Veronica Sawyer?"
My heart skipped a beat.
"Yes," I said. My voice was a little choked up. I knew what was coming next.
"It seems that a boy named Billie Joe got in a fatal car accident due to drinking and driving. He is now in the Intensive Care Center. Could you come down?"
I managed to sob out a 'yes' and asked for the room number.
"#227 on the 2nd floor."
"Thanks," I said, and hung up.
~*~*Tre's POV~*~*
Oh, God. I kinda had an idea why Veronica was crying. She glared at me, then said," We need to go and get a cab." It was my fault. I never should have done that to Veronica. *Now she hates me* I thought,
"Why?" I asked even though I already knew why.
"We're going to the hospital," she said and threw my jacket at me. Her's was already on.
"We can go down the street and use my car," I said.
She nodded and we headed out the door. We sprinted all the way down the street and stopped in front of my house. "Get in," I told her, opening the passenger door. She entered and I went around the front and got in on the driver's side. After putting it into gear, I sped off to the hospital. The traffic wasn't too bad, and we reached the hospital very quickly.
I followed Veronica up the stairs and to the room since she got the information from the docter. We stopped outside room 227 and walked in.
The sight of Billie Joe was tearing me apart. He had a huge bandaged gash across his forehead that looked like it was from hitting his head on glass. There were brusises all over and his hands and arms were scraped up badly. There was a tube that went in his mouth and down his throat and a nurse had just given him a shot and was walking out, her head hung low.
I looked at Veronica with my tear stung eyes and saw that her's matched mine. We each sat on a chair on either side of Billie Joe, and Veronica took his hand.
~*~*Veronica's POV~*~*
"Billie?" I said. I didn't think he could hear me, but Tre said that, even unconsious, he could. I sighed and said, "Billie? According to Tre, you can hear me, so I just want to ask you something. Why did you have to do that? We all care about you. Your mom loves you no matter what you think. Mike and Tre love you like a brother, and I love you like a sister. We've spent so much of our lives together, I don't want it to end like this. Please, Billie. Wake up."
Nothing. Silence apart from the constant beeping of the monitor. That one line thingy (What the fuck is it called?) was going very slowly, and there wasn't much action going on. *That's a bad sign* I thought to myself, but closed my eyes and went to sleep, laying my head down on the hospital bed, still holding onto Billie Joe's pale, ice cold hand. There was one thought going through my mind: Don't leave, Billie. We need you.
