{Billie Joe Armstrong} - Sex And Drugs And Rock'n'Roll

Chapter 34: Just Another Story

Me and Billie got out of the car. He popped the trunk open.

"Are you okay? Like, for real?" I asked. I could tell he was in pain.

"Yeah." Billie replied, leaning over the open trunk.

I grabbed two bags and went to the door. I unlocked the door and stepped inside, then looked back and saw that Billie was slowly coming up the driveway. I put the grocery bags down on the floor.

"Here, let me take those." I said as Billie stepped through the door. He leaned against the wall and breathed heavily as I set the bags down on the floor.

"Billie, go sit down." I told him worriedly as I took my shoes off.

"Okay." he mumbled. I took the groceries into the kitchen and washed my hands. As I opened the fridge, I heard a thump in the living room.

I walked into the living room and Billie was lying on the floor, not too far from the couch.

"Oh my god!" I gasped. I kneeled beside him. "Billie!? Billie, are you okay!?".

His eyes were shut. I put my ear to his chest and listened for breathing. Thankfully, he was breathing.

"Billie!?" I said again. I shook him lightly, but still no response. I bit my tongue. Fuck. I thought. Fuck, this can't be happening.

I ran back to the kitchen and phoned an ambulance.

I sat on the floor, beside Billie, and held his hand. I hope this isn't the end. I thought. I really hope this isn't the end.

***

I waited outside the room, in a dark green leather chair. I was crying; I couldn't help it. I knew what might happen.

I called Mike and Tre, telling them that if anything serious happened, I would let them know.

"Mrs. Armstrong?" A voice said. I looked beside me and saw a woman with olive skin and brown hair standing in the doorway.

"Yes?" I replied.

The woman sighed. "I'm really sorry to tell you this, but this is the end. Your husband is dying, and he won't make it through the night. He only has hours left." she told me.

I covered my face and sobbed. I bawled right there, in the hallway of the hospital. I didn't give a fuck who heard or saw me. It was the saddest thing ever to hear that it was Billie's last day to live. It shattered my heart and I felt all the little pieces drop into my stomach. They would stay there for the rest of my life.

I finally stood up and walked into the room. Billie was lying on the bed.

"Billie?" I said. I sat down beside him, in a chair.

"Hey, Liz." he said.

"Billie, I love you. So much. You'll never, ever know how much I love you." I told him.

"Babe, I love you, too.".

"Thanks for everything. Do you want to see Mike and Tre? It might be your only chance.".

"Okay.".

I phoned Mike and Tre, and told them to come. I didn't tell them why, though.

I met them in the hallway when they arrived.

"Liz!" Tre said. He engulfed me in a hug.

"Hi." I said. I was sadder than ever, but the hug helped a bit. "Hi Mike.".

"Hi Liz." Mike said. "So, why are we here? Did something happen?".

I sighed and bit my tongue, then I felt my eyes become wet. "You guys..." I started. Then I covered my eyes and felt tears fall down my cheeks.