Cancer

The hardest part of this is leaving you

(Third person pov)

After a few minutes of horror, tre the ambulance arrive outside. He quickly got off of the bed and ran downstairs. Billie whimpered as his husband left his side.

"Hes upstairs." Tres voice cracked.

Tre went upstairs and picked up billie. Billie laid his head on tres shoulder and whimpered. Every small movement hurt him.

Two guys took billie and laid him on a bed and put an oxygen mask on him. He curled up on his side and seemed relieved, but looked like he was in pain.

Tre went to grab ahold if billies hand, but he was already being taken to the ambulance. He stood there and watched them put him in.

"Can i come?" Tre said.

It was like they completely ignored him. They got in the truck and drove off. Tre stood there and watched as the truck drove out of his sight.

He broke down in tears and ran inside, grabbed his keys, and immediately started driving to the hospital. His vision blurred with tears, he was surprised he didn't get in a wreck.

His hands were shaking and his palms were sweating against the steering wheel. He tried his hardest to keep himself together and get there as soon as he could.

But of course, he got stuck in the middle of traffic. His breathing grew heavy as he infuriated. He looked around, it seems he was gonna be stuck here for a while. He couldn't take it anymore.

"WHYYYY" he repeatedly screamed and slammed his fists against the wheel, accidentally beeping the car horn a few times.

He laid his head back and let out a mixture of yelling and crying. He has no idea if his husbands alive or not now he's stuck here.

Once he could calm himself down, his face felt burnt up. He rolled the window down a bit and leaned against the door.

"No need to freak out, we're all stuck man." He heard some guy laughing at him.

If only they knew

He let out a whimper and rolled his window back up. Luckily the traffic actually started moving and he could drive again, turning on an almost empty road.

He was close to the hospital when he got hit by realization again. This could be the last time he sees his husband. Billie could be gone by the time he gets there.

The thought if it made his stomach turn. He suddenly felt nauseous and knew what was gonna happen. He knew he didn't have the time, but he pulled over onto the side of the road.

As soon as he was parked his door shot opened and he began throwing up everything in him on the side of the road. After about 5 minutes he ran back into his car and started driving again.

After 10 minutes of probably driving past the speed limit he arrived at the hospital. He quickly got out of his car and ran in. He was breathing heavily once he got inside, the lady at the desk looked concerned for him.

"Can i help you sir?" She looked at him, worried.

"Im here to see billie... billie joe armstrong."

"And are you his friend? His brother?"

"His husband." Tre slightly cut her off.

"Alright, follow me."

Tre nervously followed the lady, his hands still shaking. Once they arrive he barged in the room, running up to billie.

He looked horribly pale and he still had an oxygen mask on. Tre pulled a chair close to his bed and gripped into billies hand tightly.

Billie was asleep and his hand felt freezing, but tre was just relieved to see his chest rising and dropping. As sick as he looked, he was just as beautiful to tre. He reached up and kissed his cold, pale cheek.