As the flashes blinded us in the photobooth
Title: Blues Like Me (47/?)
Author: Logan
Pairing: Billie/Mike
Rating: R
Previous Parts: (found here)
Summary: "He looked so, so broken and small and I couldn’t do anything about that. And now he’s in there hurting without me next to him."
A/N: Shit, guys. It's been awhile, hasn't it? I feel horrible for taking so long, especially since this one's been written for awhile..., but I wanted to make sure that I could follow it up with the next one fairly soon. So now that school is done I decided to update! Sorry again. <3
When Ollie Armstrong heard that her son was in the hospital her mind instantly thought the worst. She drove the entire way with her hands clamped tightly to the steering wheel, trying her hardest not to lose it before she even reached the building. She parked the car and pulled the keys out of the ignition with shaking fingers. She knew she had to shake this feeling of dread off. She had to put on a smile and a happy face for the people waiting inside.
And as hard as it was, she had to put on a happy face for herself. Not that she wanted to. Oh god no. That was her baby, her baby boy, in there. Being cut open all by himself. And those were her grandbabies that could possibly lose their lives.
Inhaling sharply, she exited the car and hurried towards the front doors and up to the third floor. She was instantly greeted by her first grandchild. A tiny arm extending to wave from behind the counter where she sat colouring. Knowing that Calico was okay cause Ollie to smile the slightest bit.
“Daddy’s jus’ gettin’ some food for me and ‘Lissa.” She gave a wide grin before dropping her crayons and holding up the tattered colouring book, “I drawed a princess, gramma!”
Ollie hurried over to the desk, leaning over to drop a kiss to the top of her granddaughter’s dark curls, “Oh, sweetie, it’s such a beautiful princess. Have you been a good girl today?”
She waited for the little girl’s nod, her body visibly relaxing as the receptionist gave an echoing nod and reassurance that Calico was being an ‘absolute angel’. She was about to ask Calico how long her daddy would be when she heard the three-year old let out an excited shriek.
“Daddy! Gramma’s here!”
Ollie turned to face Mike, her smile faltering at the sight of his anxiety-ridden face, “I came as quickly as I could. I should’ve tried to come sooner…”
He shook his head and motioned for his daughter to come out from behind the counter, “Callie, come sit with me and eat something.” He turned towards Ollie, watching the pouting child out of the corner of his eye, “It’s fine. You being here wouldn’t have changed anything. I still haven’t heard anything and I’m starting to get real nervous.”
Ollie laid a hand on his shoulder and offered him a small smile, “Take a few deep breaths and calm down. You’ll hear about him soon enough.”
“But what if--” He drops his voice to a whisper and glances towards the child happily eating two chairs down from his, “What if he’s not okay? What if something went wrong and they just don’t want to tell me?”
Ollie’s head shook as she digested the words, “He’s fine, Mike. He’s in the safest place he could be right no--”
“I should be with him. I’m a fucking shit boyfriend for not even arguing the fact.”
“The doctor’s have their reason--”
Mike’s head shook angrily, “You didn’t see him. He looked so, so broken and small and I couldn’t do anything about that. And now he’s in there hurting without me next to him.”
He sighed in frustration, his right foot tapping angrily against the linoleum floor. They stayed like that, in complete silence, for a few minutes. The silence was finally broken by the sound of a door opening and the doctor making an appearance.
The first thing Mike noticed was blood. He damn near passed out at the sight of her, not even wanting to know how his baby was doing because he was too busy fearing that the worst had happened. The silence was finally broken by a small voice.
“Where’s mommy?”
The doctor smiled in Calico’s direction and exhaled, “Your mommy is sleeping right now, but you can see him very soon, okay?”
Calico’s face lit up as she smiled and nodded her head excitedly, sliding off of the chair and walking back to the receptionist’s desk to share her good news. Mike watched her walk away, wanting nothing more than to grab her and hold her tightly against his chest. He wanted to hold onto something that was Billie’s. Something that was Billie.
“Mike? Are you okay?”
He snapped out of his daydream and turned towards the doctor with a grim look on his face, “What happened?”
“N--nothing happened,” She tripped over her words as she shook her head, “I’m going to go get out of these clothes, but after that I’d like to talk to you. Before you can go see him.”
All colour drained from Mike’s face as he watched her walk away. His mind was instantly thinking the worst. He was being told that Billie was alive but what if they were lying? What if he lost too much blood and he died? Or what if he was alive but was in a coma? Or…
“Daddy, mommy’s good. No cryin’.”
He hadn’t even noticed the tears until his daughter climbed into his lap and brushed them off with two sticky, little hands, “I know, Callie, mommy’s alright.”
“Am I a big sis’er now?” She drew her eyebrows together in a look of confusion as she stared into her father’s eyes, “Can I see them?”
“I--I don’t know, little girl. We have to wait for what the doctor tells us to do, okay?” He kissed her forehead before setting her down on the ground, “Daddy’s going to go talk to the doctor now. You stay here and be good.”
Calico smiled widely and hugged Mike’s leg, “Okay!”
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“He’s fine, so you can stop worrying about him.” She smiled as she sat down across from Mike, “I’m not going to lie, he lost a lot of blood and that made things a little touch and go for awhile.”
Mike drew in a sharp breath and nodded his head just for the sake of having something to do, “He’s okay though? Seriously?”
She nodded back at him, “He’s doing fine. Sleeping right now, but that’s expected. He’ll be sore for quite some time but with your help he should be okay.”
She shuffled through some papers as she avoided catching Mike’s gaze.
“What about the--the babies?” He wished he hadn’t asked that question as he watched her face darken.
“I--I’m,” She shook her head and stood up, “It’s been really touch and go with them and I should go talk to someone in the ward to see how things are going.”
“But they’re both alive?” Mike’s foot was tapping like crazy against the floor. If their babies didn’t survive then he might as well just say hello to single parenting. Billie wouldn’t be able to make it through another loss like this. He would go and fucking off himself at the first chance. And then Callie wouldn’t have a mother and he wouldn’t have a boyfriend and…, “Sorry, what did you just say?”
“Do you want to go see him? He most likely won’t be waking up anytime soon, but you can go in and see him. Just to reassure yourself that he’s okay.”
Mike nodded his head, “Yeah. Yeah, I want to see him.”
He jumped out of the chair and followed her down the hallway. He was, once again, expecting the worst. Billie Joe hooked up to tubes and shit, barely hanging on to what was left of his life. His sigh was one of relief as he saw his baby sleeping peacefully in the white-covered hospital bed.
“I’m going to go check on some things and then I’ll be back to tell you more.”
He just nodded before hurrying to the side of the bed, instantly bending over and dropping numerous kisses to Billie’s face, “Fuck, Beej. You fucking scared me. I--I wouldn’t be able to do it without you, you know. I need you and I was so scared that I lost you. And--fuck…”
He smiled through his tears as he felt Billie’s hand move to find his.
“Youfuckin’wokemeup…” Billie mumbled under his breath, his eyes cracking open the tiniest bit to peer at his boyfriend, “No tears.”
Mike bit down on his lip to stop the sob that was threatening to spill out of his mouth, “Fuck, Billie. Oh, holy fuck. How’re you feeling? Do you hurt? Wow, that’s a stupid question. Course you hurt.”
“Calm down. I’m alright right now. They’ve given me a bunch of pain killers.” He smiled, the smile dropping as his hand brushed up against his flattened stomach, “Holy shit. The babies…Mike, what the hell happened to them?”
“They’re…I don’t know. She’s going to check on them because she didn’t even know and it’s just really fucking confusing.”
“Oh,” Billie’s face fell as he stared down at his stomach, “Where’s Callie?”
“In the waiting room. You want me to go grab her? She’s dying to see you but if you don’t want to see her right now I can go make up an excuse or something.” Mike ran a hand through his hair and squeezed the hand that he was holding.
“Nah, go get her. Tell her that she has to be real gentle though.” Billie smiled and let go of Mike’s hand, “I love you.”
“Love you too, baby. Now give me a second to go get her.”
He walked out of the hospital room and down into the waiting room, stopping to catch his breath and re-gain a bit of strength before pushing the door open and motioning for his daughter, “Do you want to go see, mommy? Because he wants to see you.”
She nodded her head and grabbed at the stack of paper resting on the counter, “Can I brings him my drawin’s?” She giggled as Mike nodded his head and bent over to lift her up, “Be back later, okay?” She directed the last statement towards Ollie and the receptionist who both laughed along with her.
The two of them went down the hall and stopped outside of Billie’s room. Mike looked at his daughter’s tiny face and pulled a serious look on his own, “You have to be really gentle, okay? Mommy has to get better and he can’t have you jumping on him.”
She nodded her head and placed a hand on the right side of her chest, “Promise.”
“Your heart is on the other side, little girl.” Mike laughed softly as he watched her roll her eyes and move her hand to the other side, “That’s better.”
He pushed the door open and grinned at the way Billie’s face lit up. He moved a chair up against the bed and set their daughter down on it, standing back to let her talk excitedly to Billie Joe.
“Mommy, I drawed you some pitchers and I met a friend and I had five cookies!”
Billie laughed softly as he shuffled through the crayon-scented pages. He was about to say something when the door opened and his doctor walked in. He heard her voice before he saw her, glancing up to look at Mike’s blank face before turning to look at her.
“I have some news, you might not want her in the room,” She motioned at the three-year old leaning onto the bed, “Is there someone that could watch her?”
“Yeah, uh…yeah. His mom’s out in the waiting room, should I bring her back out there?” Mike watched as the doctor nodded her head, his entire body filling with dread as he walked his daughter back down the hallway, “You can come see mommy right away, okay?”
She nodded her head, a confused look written across her face as she glumly went and sat down next to Ollie. Mike left and went back to the room before anyone could ask anything.
The doctor smiled weakly before talking, “They’ve managed to stabilize the girl and she’s doing quite well. One pound five ounces. They’re still running a few tests, but she appears to be doing okay at this time.”
Billie inhaled sharply, “Fuck, that’s really small.” He reached for Mike’s hand as he listened to the doctor continue on.
“We weren’t so lucky with the boy…”
Billie passed out before she could finish her sentence.
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I'm sorry, guys.
Guess I should just go into hiding now.
:3
( Next Part )
Author: Logan
Pairing: Billie/Mike
Rating: R
Previous Parts: (found here)
Summary: "He looked so, so broken and small and I couldn’t do anything about that. And now he’s in there hurting without me next to him."
A/N: Shit, guys. It's been awhile, hasn't it? I feel horrible for taking so long, especially since this one's been written for awhile..., but I wanted to make sure that I could follow it up with the next one fairly soon. So now that school is done I decided to update! Sorry again. <3
When Ollie Armstrong heard that her son was in the hospital her mind instantly thought the worst. She drove the entire way with her hands clamped tightly to the steering wheel, trying her hardest not to lose it before she even reached the building. She parked the car and pulled the keys out of the ignition with shaking fingers. She knew she had to shake this feeling of dread off. She had to put on a smile and a happy face for the people waiting inside.
And as hard as it was, she had to put on a happy face for herself. Not that she wanted to. Oh god no. That was her baby, her baby boy, in there. Being cut open all by himself. And those were her grandbabies that could possibly lose their lives.
Inhaling sharply, she exited the car and hurried towards the front doors and up to the third floor. She was instantly greeted by her first grandchild. A tiny arm extending to wave from behind the counter where she sat colouring. Knowing that Calico was okay cause Ollie to smile the slightest bit.
“Daddy’s jus’ gettin’ some food for me and ‘Lissa.” She gave a wide grin before dropping her crayons and holding up the tattered colouring book, “I drawed a princess, gramma!”
Ollie hurried over to the desk, leaning over to drop a kiss to the top of her granddaughter’s dark curls, “Oh, sweetie, it’s such a beautiful princess. Have you been a good girl today?”
She waited for the little girl’s nod, her body visibly relaxing as the receptionist gave an echoing nod and reassurance that Calico was being an ‘absolute angel’. She was about to ask Calico how long her daddy would be when she heard the three-year old let out an excited shriek.
“Daddy! Gramma’s here!”
Ollie turned to face Mike, her smile faltering at the sight of his anxiety-ridden face, “I came as quickly as I could. I should’ve tried to come sooner…”
He shook his head and motioned for his daughter to come out from behind the counter, “Callie, come sit with me and eat something.” He turned towards Ollie, watching the pouting child out of the corner of his eye, “It’s fine. You being here wouldn’t have changed anything. I still haven’t heard anything and I’m starting to get real nervous.”
Ollie laid a hand on his shoulder and offered him a small smile, “Take a few deep breaths and calm down. You’ll hear about him soon enough.”
“But what if--” He drops his voice to a whisper and glances towards the child happily eating two chairs down from his, “What if he’s not okay? What if something went wrong and they just don’t want to tell me?”
Ollie’s head shook as she digested the words, “He’s fine, Mike. He’s in the safest place he could be right no--”
“I should be with him. I’m a fucking shit boyfriend for not even arguing the fact.”
“The doctor’s have their reason--”
Mike’s head shook angrily, “You didn’t see him. He looked so, so broken and small and I couldn’t do anything about that. And now he’s in there hurting without me next to him.”
He sighed in frustration, his right foot tapping angrily against the linoleum floor. They stayed like that, in complete silence, for a few minutes. The silence was finally broken by the sound of a door opening and the doctor making an appearance.
The first thing Mike noticed was blood. He damn near passed out at the sight of her, not even wanting to know how his baby was doing because he was too busy fearing that the worst had happened. The silence was finally broken by a small voice.
“Where’s mommy?”
The doctor smiled in Calico’s direction and exhaled, “Your mommy is sleeping right now, but you can see him very soon, okay?”
Calico’s face lit up as she smiled and nodded her head excitedly, sliding off of the chair and walking back to the receptionist’s desk to share her good news. Mike watched her walk away, wanting nothing more than to grab her and hold her tightly against his chest. He wanted to hold onto something that was Billie’s. Something that was Billie.
“Mike? Are you okay?”
He snapped out of his daydream and turned towards the doctor with a grim look on his face, “What happened?”
“N--nothing happened,” She tripped over her words as she shook her head, “I’m going to go get out of these clothes, but after that I’d like to talk to you. Before you can go see him.”
All colour drained from Mike’s face as he watched her walk away. His mind was instantly thinking the worst. He was being told that Billie was alive but what if they were lying? What if he lost too much blood and he died? Or what if he was alive but was in a coma? Or…
“Daddy, mommy’s good. No cryin’.”
He hadn’t even noticed the tears until his daughter climbed into his lap and brushed them off with two sticky, little hands, “I know, Callie, mommy’s alright.”
“Am I a big sis’er now?” She drew her eyebrows together in a look of confusion as she stared into her father’s eyes, “Can I see them?”
“I--I don’t know, little girl. We have to wait for what the doctor tells us to do, okay?” He kissed her forehead before setting her down on the ground, “Daddy’s going to go talk to the doctor now. You stay here and be good.”
Calico smiled widely and hugged Mike’s leg, “Okay!”
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
“He’s fine, so you can stop worrying about him.” She smiled as she sat down across from Mike, “I’m not going to lie, he lost a lot of blood and that made things a little touch and go for awhile.”
Mike drew in a sharp breath and nodded his head just for the sake of having something to do, “He’s okay though? Seriously?”
She nodded back at him, “He’s doing fine. Sleeping right now, but that’s expected. He’ll be sore for quite some time but with your help he should be okay.”
She shuffled through some papers as she avoided catching Mike’s gaze.
“What about the--the babies?” He wished he hadn’t asked that question as he watched her face darken.
“I--I’m,” She shook her head and stood up, “It’s been really touch and go with them and I should go talk to someone in the ward to see how things are going.”
“But they’re both alive?” Mike’s foot was tapping like crazy against the floor. If their babies didn’t survive then he might as well just say hello to single parenting. Billie wouldn’t be able to make it through another loss like this. He would go and fucking off himself at the first chance. And then Callie wouldn’t have a mother and he wouldn’t have a boyfriend and…, “Sorry, what did you just say?”
“Do you want to go see him? He most likely won’t be waking up anytime soon, but you can go in and see him. Just to reassure yourself that he’s okay.”
Mike nodded his head, “Yeah. Yeah, I want to see him.”
He jumped out of the chair and followed her down the hallway. He was, once again, expecting the worst. Billie Joe hooked up to tubes and shit, barely hanging on to what was left of his life. His sigh was one of relief as he saw his baby sleeping peacefully in the white-covered hospital bed.
“I’m going to go check on some things and then I’ll be back to tell you more.”
He just nodded before hurrying to the side of the bed, instantly bending over and dropping numerous kisses to Billie’s face, “Fuck, Beej. You fucking scared me. I--I wouldn’t be able to do it without you, you know. I need you and I was so scared that I lost you. And--fuck…”
He smiled through his tears as he felt Billie’s hand move to find his.
“Youfuckin’wokemeup…” Billie mumbled under his breath, his eyes cracking open the tiniest bit to peer at his boyfriend, “No tears.”
Mike bit down on his lip to stop the sob that was threatening to spill out of his mouth, “Fuck, Billie. Oh, holy fuck. How’re you feeling? Do you hurt? Wow, that’s a stupid question. Course you hurt.”
“Calm down. I’m alright right now. They’ve given me a bunch of pain killers.” He smiled, the smile dropping as his hand brushed up against his flattened stomach, “Holy shit. The babies…Mike, what the hell happened to them?”
“They’re…I don’t know. She’s going to check on them because she didn’t even know and it’s just really fucking confusing.”
“Oh,” Billie’s face fell as he stared down at his stomach, “Where’s Callie?”
“In the waiting room. You want me to go grab her? She’s dying to see you but if you don’t want to see her right now I can go make up an excuse or something.” Mike ran a hand through his hair and squeezed the hand that he was holding.
“Nah, go get her. Tell her that she has to be real gentle though.” Billie smiled and let go of Mike’s hand, “I love you.”
“Love you too, baby. Now give me a second to go get her.”
He walked out of the hospital room and down into the waiting room, stopping to catch his breath and re-gain a bit of strength before pushing the door open and motioning for his daughter, “Do you want to go see, mommy? Because he wants to see you.”
She nodded her head and grabbed at the stack of paper resting on the counter, “Can I brings him my drawin’s?” She giggled as Mike nodded his head and bent over to lift her up, “Be back later, okay?” She directed the last statement towards Ollie and the receptionist who both laughed along with her.
The two of them went down the hall and stopped outside of Billie’s room. Mike looked at his daughter’s tiny face and pulled a serious look on his own, “You have to be really gentle, okay? Mommy has to get better and he can’t have you jumping on him.”
She nodded her head and placed a hand on the right side of her chest, “Promise.”
“Your heart is on the other side, little girl.” Mike laughed softly as he watched her roll her eyes and move her hand to the other side, “That’s better.”
He pushed the door open and grinned at the way Billie’s face lit up. He moved a chair up against the bed and set their daughter down on it, standing back to let her talk excitedly to Billie Joe.
“Mommy, I drawed you some pitchers and I met a friend and I had five cookies!”
Billie laughed softly as he shuffled through the crayon-scented pages. He was about to say something when the door opened and his doctor walked in. He heard her voice before he saw her, glancing up to look at Mike’s blank face before turning to look at her.
“I have some news, you might not want her in the room,” She motioned at the three-year old leaning onto the bed, “Is there someone that could watch her?”
“Yeah, uh…yeah. His mom’s out in the waiting room, should I bring her back out there?” Mike watched as the doctor nodded her head, his entire body filling with dread as he walked his daughter back down the hallway, “You can come see mommy right away, okay?”
She nodded her head, a confused look written across her face as she glumly went and sat down next to Ollie. Mike left and went back to the room before anyone could ask anything.
The doctor smiled weakly before talking, “They’ve managed to stabilize the girl and she’s doing quite well. One pound five ounces. They’re still running a few tests, but she appears to be doing okay at this time.”
Billie inhaled sharply, “Fuck, that’s really small.” He reached for Mike’s hand as he listened to the doctor continue on.
“We weren’t so lucky with the boy…”
Billie passed out before she could finish her sentence.
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I'm sorry, guys.
Guess I should just go into hiding now.
:3
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