Five Senses
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Singers/Bands/Musicians › Green Day
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
5
Views:
1,952
Reviews:
25
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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This is a work of fiction. I do not know the members of Green Day. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Chapter 1
Title: Five Senses
Author: Sarah Elizabeth (Karma Killer)
Summary: After an accident, Billie Joe is rendered blind.
Rating: R (possibly NC-17 later)
Pairing(s): Billie Joe/Mike Dirnt
Feedback: desired.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything but the arrangement of words. Completely non-profit and completely hormonal.
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Chapter 1
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The doctor was an older man, someone who looked like he had seen many horrible things in his life; many tragedies. His salt and pepper hair was long and frayed at the ends, ragged like his spirit and his bedside manner.
"The damage wasn't...entirely extensive," he said solemnly, taking a moment to sift through various charts and documents in his hands.
In Mike's opinion, the old doctor was just stalling for time and this didn't sit well with the bassist. They had been awaiting a response for hours now and if he were to wait any longer he might be forced to take out his frustrations on the innocent practitioner.
"But?" he snapped, and the doctor turned to him with a furrowed brow.
"But," he began, dropping the charts to his sides and taking a deep breath, "But I regret to inform you that it is very unlikely your friend will ever regain the full potential of his eyesight." His voice was deceivingly gentle, much unlike his message.
A sickly silence filled the room. Tre turned away from the others, placing a hand on the cold hospital wall for support. He let his forehead drop tiredly next to it. Adrienne's composure seemed to slip and as her legs gave out, she fell bonelessly to the sterile tile floor, a hand to her mouth in an unsuccessful attempt to stifle any escaping sobs.
The doctor seemed to struggle before continuing.
"Luckily, the wreck was minor as you know, but the impact area of the other vehicle caused the windshield to shatter, and particles of the glass became...embedded into the retinas of Mr. Armstrong's eyes. The jagged edges disrupted the optic nerves.."
His voice seemed to waver in and out of coherence like a pendulum of sound that refused to be stilled. Mike merely stared into the doctor's hollow eyes, eyes that had been trained to be devoid of emotion. Something that was a necessity in his field of study. Mike understood this concept but found it unsettling nonetheless.
"...unfortunately incapable of regeneration and therefore optic nerve damage produces irreversible blindness..."
Mike couldn't breathe. He couldn't think, and he certainly couldn't bring himself to kneel down by Adrienne and comfort her. He feared his heart would tear through his chest at any moment.
When he regained focus and looked back up, the stale surgeon seemed to have finished his piece. He placed one hand on Mike's arm, squeezed it firmly, and nodded sadly before he turned on his heel, retreating back down the same corridor he had come. His footsteps created an unearthly echo across the empty hospital floor.
It seemed as though days had passed before either of them spoke. The first was Adrienne, and she mumbled something along the lines of "...have to see him," before she hoisted herself off the floor and entered Billie Joe's room in a desperate haste. What came next was unexpected and rattled Mike's already frayed nerves into panic.
Tre fell numbly into a hard plastic orange hospital chair as he heard the scream.
The bassist reacted with a strength he didn't think he could possibly have possessed at the moment, and followed Adrienne's cry into the room, arriving just in time to catch her as she fell backwards in her anguish.
Holding the trembling woman to him, he chanced a look over to the bed, where the sight he found caused all the blood to drain from his face. His lips parted but no gasp was granted. His tongue felt like sandpaper against the roof of his mouth.
Billie Joe looked inhuman. The tiny man was wrapped up so thoroughly in stark white blankets and bandages, that he appeared ten times as small as he normally did. Mike could make out the shapes of his thin legs and narrow hips under the thick covers, but as his gaze traveled north, the picture before him became almost too painful to take in.
Mike's eyes settled first on the familiar mass of black curls and then drifted regretfully beneath them to a heavy wrapping of bandage covering the diameter of Billie's head. The gauze concealed the man's eyes, or at least, what was left of them.
The thought turned his stomach and he heaved Adrienne forward off his chest, pulling her to the door and handing her to Tre who was waiting, thankfully, on the other side. She went away from the room so willingly, it sent a haggard chill down Mike's spine.
He closed the door behind him and leaned against the frigid metal surface. His eyes, now filled with unpermitted tears, found Billie's form once again. The room was deathly silent apart from the repetitive beep of the monitors and the very shallow whisper of Billie's breath. The small man's chest rose and fell weakly, as if each and every breath was a vicious battle.
The room was dark. The venetian blinds had been pulled by an orderly for obvious reasons, but Mike could still make out Billie's full bottom lip in the inky haze. His elegant mouth was slightly parted, and from what Mike could see around the extensive bandages, most of Billie's face was littered with bruises; a sinful coloring of violets, yellows, and deep blues.
Such a marring seemed wrong to Mike, unnatural and cruel. Something so vibrant and so unique should have never been so tainted.
He gasped and felt fresh tears forming as he saw the fingers of Billie's left hand give a fragile twitch. He swallowed when he heard the voice, hoarse and frightened and sounding as though it was laced in the driest of cotton.
"Mikey?"
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I hope you enjoyed. There should be more soon, depending entirely on any and all feedback I receive.
Author: Sarah Elizabeth (Karma Killer)
Summary: After an accident, Billie Joe is rendered blind.
Rating: R (possibly NC-17 later)
Pairing(s): Billie Joe/Mike Dirnt
Feedback: desired.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything but the arrangement of words. Completely non-profit and completely hormonal.
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Chapter 1
-
The doctor was an older man, someone who looked like he had seen many horrible things in his life; many tragedies. His salt and pepper hair was long and frayed at the ends, ragged like his spirit and his bedside manner.
"The damage wasn't...entirely extensive," he said solemnly, taking a moment to sift through various charts and documents in his hands.
In Mike's opinion, the old doctor was just stalling for time and this didn't sit well with the bassist. They had been awaiting a response for hours now and if he were to wait any longer he might be forced to take out his frustrations on the innocent practitioner.
"But?" he snapped, and the doctor turned to him with a furrowed brow.
"But," he began, dropping the charts to his sides and taking a deep breath, "But I regret to inform you that it is very unlikely your friend will ever regain the full potential of his eyesight." His voice was deceivingly gentle, much unlike his message.
A sickly silence filled the room. Tre turned away from the others, placing a hand on the cold hospital wall for support. He let his forehead drop tiredly next to it. Adrienne's composure seemed to slip and as her legs gave out, she fell bonelessly to the sterile tile floor, a hand to her mouth in an unsuccessful attempt to stifle any escaping sobs.
The doctor seemed to struggle before continuing.
"Luckily, the wreck was minor as you know, but the impact area of the other vehicle caused the windshield to shatter, and particles of the glass became...embedded into the retinas of Mr. Armstrong's eyes. The jagged edges disrupted the optic nerves.."
His voice seemed to waver in and out of coherence like a pendulum of sound that refused to be stilled. Mike merely stared into the doctor's hollow eyes, eyes that had been trained to be devoid of emotion. Something that was a necessity in his field of study. Mike understood this concept but found it unsettling nonetheless.
"...unfortunately incapable of regeneration and therefore optic nerve damage produces irreversible blindness..."
Mike couldn't breathe. He couldn't think, and he certainly couldn't bring himself to kneel down by Adrienne and comfort her. He feared his heart would tear through his chest at any moment.
When he regained focus and looked back up, the stale surgeon seemed to have finished his piece. He placed one hand on Mike's arm, squeezed it firmly, and nodded sadly before he turned on his heel, retreating back down the same corridor he had come. His footsteps created an unearthly echo across the empty hospital floor.
It seemed as though days had passed before either of them spoke. The first was Adrienne, and she mumbled something along the lines of "...have to see him," before she hoisted herself off the floor and entered Billie Joe's room in a desperate haste. What came next was unexpected and rattled Mike's already frayed nerves into panic.
Tre fell numbly into a hard plastic orange hospital chair as he heard the scream.
The bassist reacted with a strength he didn't think he could possibly have possessed at the moment, and followed Adrienne's cry into the room, arriving just in time to catch her as she fell backwards in her anguish.
Holding the trembling woman to him, he chanced a look over to the bed, where the sight he found caused all the blood to drain from his face. His lips parted but no gasp was granted. His tongue felt like sandpaper against the roof of his mouth.
Billie Joe looked inhuman. The tiny man was wrapped up so thoroughly in stark white blankets and bandages, that he appeared ten times as small as he normally did. Mike could make out the shapes of his thin legs and narrow hips under the thick covers, but as his gaze traveled north, the picture before him became almost too painful to take in.
Mike's eyes settled first on the familiar mass of black curls and then drifted regretfully beneath them to a heavy wrapping of bandage covering the diameter of Billie's head. The gauze concealed the man's eyes, or at least, what was left of them.
The thought turned his stomach and he heaved Adrienne forward off his chest, pulling her to the door and handing her to Tre who was waiting, thankfully, on the other side. She went away from the room so willingly, it sent a haggard chill down Mike's spine.
He closed the door behind him and leaned against the frigid metal surface. His eyes, now filled with unpermitted tears, found Billie's form once again. The room was deathly silent apart from the repetitive beep of the monitors and the very shallow whisper of Billie's breath. The small man's chest rose and fell weakly, as if each and every breath was a vicious battle.
The room was dark. The venetian blinds had been pulled by an orderly for obvious reasons, but Mike could still make out Billie's full bottom lip in the inky haze. His elegant mouth was slightly parted, and from what Mike could see around the extensive bandages, most of Billie's face was littered with bruises; a sinful coloring of violets, yellows, and deep blues.
Such a marring seemed wrong to Mike, unnatural and cruel. Something so vibrant and so unique should have never been so tainted.
He gasped and felt fresh tears forming as he saw the fingers of Billie's left hand give a fragile twitch. He swallowed when he heard the voice, hoarse and frightened and sounding as though it was laced in the driest of cotton.
"Mikey?"
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I hope you enjoyed. There should be more soon, depending entirely on any and all feedback I receive.