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Adult +
Chapters:
5
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2,014
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25
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Chapter 2
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 2
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"Mikey?"
The voice was so small and so broken, Mike feared responding to it; feared he would frighten it all the more. But Mike also couldn't bare the idea of leaving Billie Joe so alone.
Alone in the dark.
Mike wondered if his voice would even work.
"Yeah, it's me," he said, with a surprisingly strong tone. He cleared his throat as he watched Billie's left hand rise to his face, slowly and cautiously running his bandaged fingers along the gauze. It seemed as though no part of the smaller man had been left unscathed. If Mike were in a lighter mood, he might be making a crack about how Billie Joe so closely resembled a mummy.
But Mike feared he would never see the likes of a "lighter mood" again.
The bassist had the strong urge to open the blinds or turn on a light, but he knew that couldn't possibly be a good idea considering Billie Joe's state. He was unable to quell the desire though, as he longed to see Billie more clearly; to see those femininely curving lips, that sloping button nose, the ebony locks tumbling onto his forehead.
...those hazel eyes.
Again, Mike was forced to bite down on his lip to stifle a sob rising in his throat. He doesn't even know, Mike realized, watching Billie inspect the numerous bandages. No one has told him yet.
"Mike?" the voice came again, this time cracking with panic. Mike pushed himself off the door and quickly came to Billie Joe's side, pulling up a cushioned chair in the process. He took Billie's wandering hand away from his face.
"I'm here."
"What happened?" Billie Joe wasted no time, he seemed determined on getting answers.
"You were in...an accident."
Billie's shallow breathing hitched. "What...what day is it?" he asked, voice tight with emotion.
"It's the 17th, still November," Mike added dumbly. He didn't feel like he was going to be very successful in getting this across in a gentle manner. Maybe the old doctor's rough bedside manner would have been a good implement after all. "You were out for two days...you gave us quite the scare." Mike continued quietly.
"Mike stop fucking around and just tell me," Billie demanded, his voice as angry as it could possibly sound at such a low volume. "I can take it. I know it's bad."
Mike swallowed hard, not even bothering to stop the tears cascading down his hollow cheeks.
"Your eyes...your eyes are wrapped because they were...the glass from the windshield..."
Billie Joe scoffed. "Spill it Mike, it can't be worse than being fucking blind."
A melancholy sense of dread spread across the dark room like a hurricane over an unsuspecting ocean.
The concept seemed to fall into place far too quickly for Mike to handle. Billie Joe became completely inconsolable in a matter of seconds. He sat up rigidly in the hospital bed and began frantically ripping out various tubes and IVs, taking half of his bandaging with it.
Mike attempted to grab his flailing arms, to still his erratic behavior, but to no avail. Billie managed to get hold of a particular tube which he yanked out roughly and sent a machine next to his bed buzzing like mad. His heart monitor was beginning to read some dangerous scans.
"Billie stop it!" Mike yelled, perhaps louder than he had intended.
"No!" Billie Joe grimaced and thrashed as Mike got a hold of his wrists, wrapping them in his own fists and bringing them to Billie's chest. However, this didn't do much to quiet the rest of the smaller man's panic, as his legs continued to kick and he kept bucking his backside off of the firm bed, trying with all the strength he could muster to wrestle himself from Mike's hold.
"You're lying! You're lying to me!" he wailed, and Mike gasped when he noticed the gauze over Billie Joe's eyes becoming soaked in a fresh crimson.
"Billie Joe stop! Stop it! You're going to hurt yourself!"
"Let me go!" The delirious Billie Joe thrashed more viciously as Mike tried to pull him to his chest.
After what felt like ages of this struggle, a multitude of attendants finally poured into the room, followed quickly by Tre and Adrienne.
When Adrienne saw the red gauze she went into a disturbing defense mode. She lunged at Mike, her eyes wide with a mix of fear and anger. "What did you do to him? What the fuck did you do to him?" she screamed as an impressively large male orderly took her by the shoulders and quickly escorted her outside.
"You have to let us help him, miss," he murmured.
Tre remained by the door, almost huddling himself into a corner as he watched the medical attendants whiz by, most of them pushing Mike back and taking a position around the bed. They each took a hold of Billie Joe's tiny writhing form.
"Fuck off!" he yelled, trying unsuccessfully to throw them off. "Get the fuck off of me!"
The doctors did nothing to respond to his furious pleas, only increasing their grip as a female orderly readied a syringe. Mike assumed it to be some sort of sedative.
Billie Joe cried out in apparent pain as she mercilessly jabbed the needle into his right bicep. "Nooo," he whimpered as the nurse pushed the clear solution into his vein. After a few moments, the attendants loosened their grip as Billie ceased his struggling and became slack against the sweat-soaked sheets.
The orderlies began clearing the room. The woman who had wielded the syringe took one look at Tre in the corner and one look at Mike before speaking sternly. "He needs his rest. He can't be agitated like that." She shook her head at him like a mother scolding a child. "I'll return within the hour to re-wrap his eyes."
Mike opened his mouth to speak, but by the time he found his words she had already left the small room. Tre's voice broke the silence.
"I'm gonna go check on Adie."
Mike simply nodded in his general direction. He approached Billie's bedside once more, this time with an air of caution.
Billie Joe had stilled completely, but his breathing was still a bit quickened, as if he had just tried to run a tour de stade. Mike could only assume he was still lucid, he had no way of telling.
No way of seeing if his eyes were open.
Mike decided he was never going to get used to this. And then he thought about how hard it would be for Billie.
"I don't want this," the voice was soft and slow; obviously fighting off the claws of exhaustion. "I don't want this Mike."
"I know Billie," Mike answered as best he could, taking the other man's freezing left hand into his own and trying to warm it.
Out in the empty hospital corridor, Tre was still trying to comfort Adrienne, but at the rate they were progressing it didn't seem like he was going to be able to reach her. Not right now anyways.
"It...it could have been worse, you know. We could have lost him."
She sniffed, running her sleeve beneath her nose in an instinctive reaction. "He can't do this. You know how he is. He's too stubborn. This is going to kill him."
Tre was at a loss for words.
"It's going to kill him," she repeated before falling into another fit of sobs.
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Author's Note: Forgot to mention this in the first chapter, but for this story, Billie Joe and Adrienne never had kids. Sorry if that annoys/offends anyone. That wasn't my intention. I just didn't find them to be fitting characters for the subject matter of the particular story. I hope you enjoyed and will keep on reading as I go. Thank you so very much for all of the wonderful reviews.
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 2
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"Mikey?"
The voice was so small and so broken, Mike feared responding to it; feared he would frighten it all the more. But Mike also couldn't bare the idea of leaving Billie Joe so alone.
Alone in the dark.
Mike wondered if his voice would even work.
"Yeah, it's me," he said, with a surprisingly strong tone. He cleared his throat as he watched Billie's left hand rise to his face, slowly and cautiously running his bandaged fingers along the gauze. It seemed as though no part of the smaller man had been left unscathed. If Mike were in a lighter mood, he might be making a crack about how Billie Joe so closely resembled a mummy.
But Mike feared he would never see the likes of a "lighter mood" again.
The bassist had the strong urge to open the blinds or turn on a light, but he knew that couldn't possibly be a good idea considering Billie Joe's state. He was unable to quell the desire though, as he longed to see Billie more clearly; to see those femininely curving lips, that sloping button nose, the ebony locks tumbling onto his forehead.
...those hazel eyes.
Again, Mike was forced to bite down on his lip to stifle a sob rising in his throat. He doesn't even know, Mike realized, watching Billie inspect the numerous bandages. No one has told him yet.
"Mike?" the voice came again, this time cracking with panic. Mike pushed himself off the door and quickly came to Billie Joe's side, pulling up a cushioned chair in the process. He took Billie's wandering hand away from his face.
"I'm here."
"What happened?" Billie Joe wasted no time, he seemed determined on getting answers.
"You were in...an accident."
Billie's shallow breathing hitched. "What...what day is it?" he asked, voice tight with emotion.
"It's the 17th, still November," Mike added dumbly. He didn't feel like he was going to be very successful in getting this across in a gentle manner. Maybe the old doctor's rough bedside manner would have been a good implement after all. "You were out for two days...you gave us quite the scare." Mike continued quietly.
"Mike stop fucking around and just tell me," Billie demanded, his voice as angry as it could possibly sound at such a low volume. "I can take it. I know it's bad."
Mike swallowed hard, not even bothering to stop the tears cascading down his hollow cheeks.
"Your eyes...your eyes are wrapped because they were...the glass from the windshield..."
Billie Joe scoffed. "Spill it Mike, it can't be worse than being fucking blind."
A melancholy sense of dread spread across the dark room like a hurricane over an unsuspecting ocean.
The concept seemed to fall into place far too quickly for Mike to handle. Billie Joe became completely inconsolable in a matter of seconds. He sat up rigidly in the hospital bed and began frantically ripping out various tubes and IVs, taking half of his bandaging with it.
Mike attempted to grab his flailing arms, to still his erratic behavior, but to no avail. Billie managed to get hold of a particular tube which he yanked out roughly and sent a machine next to his bed buzzing like mad. His heart monitor was beginning to read some dangerous scans.
"Billie stop it!" Mike yelled, perhaps louder than he had intended.
"No!" Billie Joe grimaced and thrashed as Mike got a hold of his wrists, wrapping them in his own fists and bringing them to Billie's chest. However, this didn't do much to quiet the rest of the smaller man's panic, as his legs continued to kick and he kept bucking his backside off of the firm bed, trying with all the strength he could muster to wrestle himself from Mike's hold.
"You're lying! You're lying to me!" he wailed, and Mike gasped when he noticed the gauze over Billie Joe's eyes becoming soaked in a fresh crimson.
"Billie Joe stop! Stop it! You're going to hurt yourself!"
"Let me go!" The delirious Billie Joe thrashed more viciously as Mike tried to pull him to his chest.
After what felt like ages of this struggle, a multitude of attendants finally poured into the room, followed quickly by Tre and Adrienne.
When Adrienne saw the red gauze she went into a disturbing defense mode. She lunged at Mike, her eyes wide with a mix of fear and anger. "What did you do to him? What the fuck did you do to him?" she screamed as an impressively large male orderly took her by the shoulders and quickly escorted her outside.
"You have to let us help him, miss," he murmured.
Tre remained by the door, almost huddling himself into a corner as he watched the medical attendants whiz by, most of them pushing Mike back and taking a position around the bed. They each took a hold of Billie Joe's tiny writhing form.
"Fuck off!" he yelled, trying unsuccessfully to throw them off. "Get the fuck off of me!"
The doctors did nothing to respond to his furious pleas, only increasing their grip as a female orderly readied a syringe. Mike assumed it to be some sort of sedative.
Billie Joe cried out in apparent pain as she mercilessly jabbed the needle into his right bicep. "Nooo," he whimpered as the nurse pushed the clear solution into his vein. After a few moments, the attendants loosened their grip as Billie ceased his struggling and became slack against the sweat-soaked sheets.
The orderlies began clearing the room. The woman who had wielded the syringe took one look at Tre in the corner and one look at Mike before speaking sternly. "He needs his rest. He can't be agitated like that." She shook her head at him like a mother scolding a child. "I'll return within the hour to re-wrap his eyes."
Mike opened his mouth to speak, but by the time he found his words she had already left the small room. Tre's voice broke the silence.
"I'm gonna go check on Adie."
Mike simply nodded in his general direction. He approached Billie's bedside once more, this time with an air of caution.
Billie Joe had stilled completely, but his breathing was still a bit quickened, as if he had just tried to run a tour de stade. Mike could only assume he was still lucid, he had no way of telling.
No way of seeing if his eyes were open.
Mike decided he was never going to get used to this. And then he thought about how hard it would be for Billie.
"I don't want this," the voice was soft and slow; obviously fighting off the claws of exhaustion. "I don't want this Mike."
"I know Billie," Mike answered as best he could, taking the other man's freezing left hand into his own and trying to warm it.
Out in the empty hospital corridor, Tre was still trying to comfort Adrienne, but at the rate they were progressing it didn't seem like he was going to be able to reach her. Not right now anyways.
"It...it could have been worse, you know. We could have lost him."
She sniffed, running her sleeve beneath her nose in an instinctive reaction. "He can't do this. You know how he is. He's too stubborn. This is going to kill him."
Tre was at a loss for words.
"It's going to kill him," she repeated before falling into another fit of sobs.
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Author's Note: Forgot to mention this in the first chapter, but for this story, Billie Joe and Adrienne never had kids. Sorry if that annoys/offends anyone. That wasn't my intention. I just didn't find them to be fitting characters for the subject matter of the particular story. I hope you enjoyed and will keep on reading as I go. Thank you so very much for all of the wonderful reviews.