Who?• BJA• MikeDirnt

1,000 Hours

ALYS POV

"Jesus Christ." I said when I saw Billie. He was sprawled out on the couch with beer bottles on the floor and the TV on but just playing straight static as he stared at it blankly.

He looked sick, tired and depressed. He shifted his head to see me and his eyes widened.

"Aly." He said, his voice raspy and dull. I got down next to him and held his hand, he was shaky.

"I'm sorry, I'm so fucking sorry." He said, his eyes starting to water.

"I didn't mean anything I said, I was drunk, I need you Aly. I mean obviously I need you look at me... I'm a mess." He said letting a tear slip away from his eyes.

"I love you." He said barely making any noise at all.

"I love you to Billie Joe, but what happened?" I asked.

"I don't know."

"Hayden wants you to come home now but first we're gonna go to the hospital and get you checked out." I said

I helped him off the couch and left a note for Ollie telling her that Billie is coming back home. We walked to the car and he fell back into the seat.

He was shaking and sweating and I was now freaking out. I was going 90 down the fucking freeway.

I pulled into the hospital and called Mike and Tré telling them to get there asses to the hospital. Billie was looking bad. He was gasping for air.

"Stay with me baby." Mike and Tré were there before me. The doctors ran over to him and pulled me away from him. They wouldn't let me go with him.

"No! Billie! That's my husband!" I yelled. As soon as I yelled it was as if everything went into slow motion.

"Billie!" I screamed through the tears as they put him on oxygen and wheeled him away from me.

"Let me go! Let me go!" I screamed at Mike who was holding me back from chasing him.

I was beating my hand against his chest and started to slow down.

"Let...me...go." I cried and stopped beating on his chest and just melted into his embrace. He held onto me tight and sat down placing me on his lap so my legs were hanging off his side and I was leaning my head on his chest.

He placed his head on mine and I felt a tear from him drip down and splash onto my hand. I looked up and he wiped his eyes.

His just witnessed his best friend be torn away from him and gasping for air. I could tell what he was doing, he was trying to be tough and strong for me right now but he didn't need to be.

He was hurt.

I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him to me.

"You don't have to be strong now." I said quietly and held his head. He cried I to my shoulder.

"It's okay Mike." I said and started singing. Y'know in the Armstrong family when someone starts crying you start singing.

"Thought I ran into you down on the street then it turned out to only be a dream I made a point to burn all of the photographs she went away and then I took a different path. I remember the face but I can't recall the name now I wonder how whatsername has been."

And with that I looked down to see him asleep on my shoulder with me still on his lap. I shot a small smile down to him and looked to Tré.

Just then my kids burst through the door of the hospital in complete fucking panic. They ran to the service desk and started yelling well mostly Hayden.

"Where's my dad! Where is he?! Uh feat do you need to know?! Um... his name is Billie Joe Armstrong, Uh... his birthday is February 17th 1972 um..." she yelled.

The lady stopped her and pointed to us.

Uh oh.

Hayden tensed up and cracked her neck then looking back to the lady.

"Yes that is my family however I don't think you heard my question." She hissed.

"WHERE IS MY DAD!" She yelled at her once more. The lady looked horrified and called to someone.

"Billie Joe Armstrong is in surgery." The lady said. I got off of Mike and walked to over the desk.

"No one ever told me that my husband was in surgery! What the fuck!" The last apologized and all that shit and told us to have a seat.

I was freaking out, the one person I needed was unconscious. The other was asleep as well.

About an hour passed and the doctor finally fucking came out.

"Hi are you Mrs. Armstrong." The tall bald man asked.

"Yes I am." I said in a rather annoyed tone.

"You can go see him now, he had a fluid build up in his lungs and we had to drain it. However we did have to put him to sleep because he started to have a seizure. Only family at this time please."

Mike was listening but as soon as the Doctor said just just family he shot right up.

"Listen up doc, I've known him his whole life pretty much I want to see my best friend." He said. He looked down at the clipboard in his hand and laughed.

"Actually sir are you Michael Ryan Pritchard and is that Frank Edwin Wright?" He asked.

"Yes" they both said.

"You two are listed as family." He said. This made the boys smile and the doctor led us to Billies room. I stepped in and took a look at him.

He looked better but he still was a little fucked up. I walked over and sat in the chair next the bed and held his hand. It was about 45 minutes before he woke up.

"Hi babygirl." Were the first words that came out of his mouth causing me to laugh.

He smiled and looked all over the room. Hayden and Andrew were sit on the other side of him and Hayden was holding onto his hand.

"Morning sunshine." Mike said with a smile. Billie laughed and flipped him off.

The doctors came in a little while later checked us out and we headed home.

The doctors told him to take it easy and to just rest for a little while. No alcohol or any of that shit which he hasn't been doing anyway.

He's gonna be ok

Sorry this chapter was absolute shit I love you guys!