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Wake Me Up When September Ends

Please don't hate me for this

Billies POV
"What's going on?" I asked as I ran to Trés side. He cried into my arms.

"F-Frankito and Lisea." He said sobbing into my red shirt.

"Wait what?!" I asked lifting his head up.

"I- I was driving h-home with Lisea and w-we got I-in a car crash I called the ambulance and they t-took them away I followed behind but they said I c-couldn't come in because they h-had to do surgery on F-Frankie and Lisea was passed out!" He yelled through tears.

I grabbed his hand and all 3 of us ran to the car. I sped off to the hospital and when we got there Tré kinda freaked out a bit.

"W-where's Frankito Wright! I wanna see my kid!" He yelled at the receptionist.

"Sir you need to calm down." She said. He laughed at her and ran his fingers through his hair.
"Okay listen lady, my 5 year old kid could die and I wanna fucking see him." He demanded.
"O-okay one moment." She stuttered. "Yeah thanks." He hissed and turned on his heel to sit down and cry again.

"I'm sorry." I said, that's all I could think of saying. He looked at me and put his hands back on his face.

I watched his tears hit the cold tile floor beneath him. I've never seem him like this.

"Excuse me Mr. Wright, you may see Frankito now." The Doctor said.

Aly went over and grabbed Trés hand trying to reassure him everything was gonna be okay.

We walked down the hallway and turned to face little Frankie's room. We all took a deep breath and walked in.

Tré looked at Frankie and he stopped losing all the color in his blue eyes.

Frankie had a bandage around his head, a breathing tube, stickers stuck to him and a cast in his arm and leg.

"T-that's my k-kid." Tré says stuttering in fear at the sight of little Frankie. I was shocked, the once happy boy full of energy was sitting in a hospital bed with a tube in his throat.

Tré ran over to his side and started crying.

"Frankie I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry, p-please don't go, please be okay." He said sobbing.

I looked over at Aly and she was crying as well and so was I, our pretty much nephew looked like he was gonna die. Please god make him okay.

"Excuse me Mr. Wright Y-your son is in a coma and there's a 15% chance he will wake up." The doctor said sadly.

Trés POV
"15%!!! That's it!" I yelled at the doctor." I was heart broken, I could lose my little boy, I can't lose him.

"Is there anything we can do." I asked through the tears.

"I'm afraid there isn't. I'm sorry."
The doctor said obviously not actually caring.

"Listen buddy this kids five years old, there has to be something, he can't die!" I said gripping Frankie's hand.

All these emotions were hitting me so hard, I didn't know what was happening, all I know is that my son could die and I felt like I was gonna pass out. The room began to spin slightly and then faster. I shut my eyes and began to fall.

Billies POV
Tré closed his eyes and began to fall, I bolted towards him catching him just before his head hit the hard floor beneath him.

"Shit." I whispered. This doctor has already left and now it was just us alone again.

1 week later.