[Trillie] Little Boy Named...

Chapter 3

Within the next hour, Tre's nurse was peeking in the door.

Tre squeezed Billie's hand tight- as if he was afraid Billie would disappear if he didn't hold on and keep him close.

"Hello, Frank! I'm just here for another hourly vitals check. Your mom had to go to work and couldn't get out to stay." 

Tre nodded stuck his elbow out to the side when she needed to take his blood pressure. Then she took his temperature. 

"You have a bit of an elevated temperature, but not yet a fever. Do you feel alright?" 

"Yeah, just a little warm sitting in a bed all day." Tre said in his happy dorky demeanor

"Do you want to do something? We have rooms with interesting stuff." 

"You know, can I maybe go to the music room today?" 

"Sure! I'll go ask around and get that set up." The nurse smiled and signed out of the computer.

"Thanks" Tre said as she left.

After the door was closed, Billie started laughing "You have a temperature! Me holding your hand is making you blush that much!" 

"Tre bit his lip and looked away"

Billie put his hand on Tre's shoulder causing him to look over. "Hey, I love you, dork!" Billie ruffled Tre's hair.

"Wait..." Tre got all fidgety. "Do you mean that actually or more metaphorical because I never-"

Billie cut him off by leaning over and planting a small kiss on Tre's lips. "I mean it Tre." 

Billie leaned his head on Tre's and rubbed his thumb over Tre's hand. 

Tre whispered "I love too much Billie." and closed his eyes, enjoying the moment. 

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A little while later, Tre suggested they get up and they were just sitting on top of Tre's hospital bed criss cross and talking. 

"So, Billie. What's your last name?" Tre asked

"Armstrong. I know yours, Mr. Frank Wright the third!" 

"Hey!" Tre laughed.

"So what're your friends like?" Billie asked Tre

Tre smiled. "I have one friend. He is small, yet taller than me. He has dark hair, He's hella cute and fuuny and sweet. He's my favorite person ever. His name starts with B and ends with E-unless you're talking about his last name- That ends with G."

"What am I ever going to do with you Tre." Billie laughed

"I dunno. Kiss me?" Tre asked sweetly.

Billie chucked and they kissed.

Just then, the nurse came in again. "Frank, you can go to the music room if you want. I have a wheelchair here for you"

"Alright", Tre smiled. 

The nurse steadied Tre and led him to the wheelchair. Billie followed close behind. 

The nurse started wheeling him, IV pole and all and talking to him, "So, do you play anything?"

"Yeah, I play the drums and a little guitar..." Tre paused. "A little one, it's about this big." He signified about a foot with his hands and pretended to play on it for a second making small movements and small guitar noises to go with it.