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Post by suicideXmakeover on Jun 14, 2005 22:10:58 GMT -5
Ow...I don't like needles.
But I feel so bad for Tre. Poor Tre. I want to hug him and console him.
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Post by Kill on Jun 14, 2005 22:12:10 GMT -5
Haha........I like writing in little bits like this. This is nice, lol.
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Post by suicideXmakeover on Jun 14, 2005 22:18:44 GMT -5
I like writing stories about Tre. It's great fun.
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Post by Kill on Jun 14, 2005 22:24:02 GMT -5
The emergency response vehicle tore off towards the hospital.
"Oh shit," Tre said in the complete silence.
The Hispanic woman looked up as if asking, "What is it, honey?" She seemed nice.
"I just left my car in the middle of the road, with the keys in it, and my cell phone! And on top of all things, I have to be some-" Tre decided not to say anything about him being the drummer of Green Day and all. Plus, if he said he had somewhere to be, how boy friend-ish would that be?
"Oh. Well, here! Call this number and tell them what your situation is," the woman handed Tre a blue, bulky cell phone with a number already typed in.
"Thanks," Tre mumbled and then explained everything to the cop that had tried to stop him from being with Mo. The police officer apologized and said that he would have someone drive Tre's car the the police station where he could pick it up later. "Cool," he ended the conversation and hung up.
Silently, Tre handed the phone to the woman again. Suddenly, though, Mo began to flail around like a fish out of water. She coughed and spit out blood. She shook her face and screamed. "NO! NO! NO!!!! GO AWAY!!! LET ME OUT!!!!!!!!!"
Tre looked horrified. He didn't know what to do or what to say.
"Shhh. Shhh..." he placed a hand on her thigh, but she just kicked at him. Hitting his ribs hard, Tre got the wind knocked out of him.
"Don't touch her. She's not really fully conscious. She has no idea what she's doing, where she is, anything."
"You mean, she has..." Tre couldn't remember what the disease was called.
"Amnesia?" the other girl said and her blue eyes grew wide and turned to the older, more experienced medical staff personel.
"I don't know yet," she said and shook her head, as she placed an oxygen mask over Mo's face. "Do you think that you could answer a few questions for us?" she turned to Tre after fastening the mask to Mo's head with a pen and clip board in hand.
"I'll try my best," Tre said, wondering what the hell he had gotten himself into.
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Post by suicideXmakeover on Jun 15, 2005 13:14:56 GMT -5
DAMN IT! I just wrote the next part of "Walking Contradiction" and then I read this and it's so similar. I hope you don't mind that my story has so many coincidental similarities to yours.
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Post by Kill on Jun 15, 2005 14:38:17 GMT -5
Haha, okay.
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Post by Kill on Jun 15, 2005 21:20:12 GMT -5
By the time that the ambulance reached the hospital, the Hispanic nurse believed that Tre was Mo's boyfriend as of yesterday and that he didn't even know her last name. Great huh? Tre could've been at Billie's right now, smacking his cares away on his drums, but no. He was here with this person he barely knew. And why?
"Why am I here?" Tre moaned to himself as he sat by himself in the far corner of the waiting room. A girl about his age walked over and took a seat next to him. Tre looked up from his hands just a little to see the girl, her eyes shining.
"You're Tre Cool," she beamed, and just because she knew his name.
"Don't wear it out," Tre mumbled.
"What are you here for?" she asked as if she was his conscience or something.
"Truthfully?"
She nodded, still smiling.
"A girl I met last night was hit by a tractor trailer. I think I..." he looked at his fan straight in the eye.
"What?"
"I think I am in love with her, and I don't even..." Tre whispered to the floor.
The girl just patted Tre on the shoulder and stood up. "Well, I hope she's okay," she murmured.
"Yeah," Tre said and sank his head back into his hands.
Moments later, a nurse came out the big swinging doors and headed straight for Tre. By the look on her face, nothing was improving. "Mr. Cool?" she said timidly, "Do you know if Morgana has any allegeries towards medicines?"
"No," he said looking at the nurse and he could feel tears swelling in his eyes, "Why? What are they going to do for her?"
"She's...Not too good," the woman was honest and Tre liked that. He didn't want to hear some bullshit from a cocky doctor. "She has a major concussion, her shoulder was popped out of place, and she broke her ankle. Only a little hairline fractor," she added.
"My god," Tre said and ran a hand through his green hair. "Does she have...amnesia?"
The woman sighed and looked to the ceiling as if asking god the same question, "That or brain damage."
"Fuck..."
The woman walked away and pushed back through the huge doors. Tre got out of his chair and bought a bottle of water. He then laid out on a couch. Soon, he was asleep, and nobody woke him up. No more nurses with updates. Nobody. He was so alone, left with his conscience running over the question: Why are you here, Tre? Why do you care?
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Post by suicideXmakeover on Jun 15, 2005 21:24:18 GMT -5
I LIKE THIS! It's awesome.
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Post by Kill on Jun 15, 2005 21:24:41 GMT -5
Thanks! ;D
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Post by Kill on Jun 16, 2005 22:06:52 GMT -5
Tre was standing in the middle of a lake. No, on the middle of a lake. There were trees all around and everything sang with the spring season. The sun was setting, making the sky turn a cinnamon red. Tre spun around, afraid if he did it too quickly he would be swallowed by the lake, and observed the area. On the other side of the lake stood his drumset, complete with fuzzy die. On the other side was a girl. It was Mo. He didn't know where to go, although he was kind of forced to get off of the water before it engulfed him. He began to walk towards his drumset and then the die disappeared. As he took another step, the hi-hat vanished. Another step and the floor tom went into thin air. Tre turned around and saw Mo, running her fingers through her hair. He knew where he had to go now. He ran at Mo, ignoring that the water beneath his feet was slowly becoming less dense. Finally, when he had reached the edge of the lake and was about to step onto land, the water went from under his feet and he was drowning. A hand grasped his flailing one though and pulled him safely to shore. It was Mo's hand of course. Tre stared at her face as a great radiance conjured from behind her. Then she pulled something from behind her back. A pair of Tre's drum sticks. He took them and stood up. Too bad his drums had just been swallowed by an unknown force. Out of the blue, the drums popped up in front of Tre though, one by one. The fuzzy die appeared first, then the hi-hat, the floor tom, and the rest. If he would've been more patient and trusted Morgana, then he wouldn't have nearly drowned. Tre took a seat, placing his feet on the bass pedal and the hi-hat. Home at last. He began drumming a slow solo, which flowed with so much grace it was hard to imagine that Tre was a rock and roll drummer. Mo made her way over and began to sing. Although, for an odd reason, her voice was old and achey. And it kept saying the same thing, "Mr. Cool? Mr. Cool?"
Tre sat up on the waiting room couch suddenly, faced with the nurse that had made her way out earlier. The honest one. "Oh, hi," he said squinting.
"Hi, we've got news on Morgana," she smilied somewhat.
"Yes?" Tre swung his legs around and sat there, ready for the worst.
"She only has amnesia. She remembers you though, and that's it," the nurse winked, "I think it was your hair. Morgana kept saying, 'Tre! I want Tre! The one with the green hair! Like mine, see? Get Tre."
"I'm the only one she remembers?" Tre said flabberghasted.
"Turns out so," the nurse said and sighed. "And we can't find anything on her family, so we have to put her in your hands."
"Oh," Tre didn't like this too much. The band was due for some major touring around the states and then off to Aussie Land.
"Is that alright?" the nurse looked extremely worried. Her wrinkles showed that really well.
"Yeah, it's fine," and something lit inside of Tre. Mo only remembered him. Only goofy Tre, with his green hair and chick repelling personality, "Why do you say she only remembers me?"
"She said that you called her beautiful and left her," she looked at her feet as if this was happening to her also, "Morgana wants a second chance."
"But she never had a fir-" Tre began, and remebered that he had said that he was her boyfriend as of yesterday. "She'll get her second chance," he beamed and could feel himself turning 99 shades of pink.
"Alright," the woman chuckled, "And just so you know, she could get her memory back at some point. If she wonders where she is again and why, just tell her and she'll be fine. With amnesia cases as minor as her's she be able to get everything back to her in a few weeks. Or maybe sooner."
"Okay," Tre combed his hair with his hand and laughed a green strand that had fallen to his knee. That would be the only way a girl would remember Tre.
The nurse left, leaving Tre to await his new found girl friend.
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Post by Kill on Jun 16, 2005 22:33:04 GMT -5
Remember this is the Tre we are dealing with people. Okay, bye! lol
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Post by suicideXmakeover on Jun 16, 2005 22:38:56 GMT -5
That's pretty good. I like this story. This one and "New Kids" are my two favorites.
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Post by Kill on Jun 16, 2005 22:39:21 GMT -5
Aw, thanks!
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Post by Kill on Jun 18, 2005 17:42:45 GMT -5
Seconds later the same nurse pushed a wheel chair through the double doors. On it sat a mess. Morgana's head was down, with blood stained hair dangling in front of her eyes. Obviously the hospital didn't take the time to clean up their patients. Her hands were wrapped in gauze along with her right leg, but only from her ankles to her knees. Her left leg was in a big black boot, which Tre knew as a splint type thing. Blood was still clinging to her limbs although her scratches were visible.
"Mo?" Tre whispered as he knelt down before the red head, trying to look into her eyes.
"Tre?" she whispered back. It took her some effort to lift her head and look at Tre, but when she did a small smile spread across her face. She turned to the nurse slowly, "Could I have my crutches?"
"Here you go, Miss," the woman helped Morgana from her chair after parking it and then stablized her. She grabbed to crutches from the back of the wheel chair and then handed them to Morgana. Mo began to shuffle along slowly watching her foot swinging, as she tucked crunchy hair behind her ear. She got closer and closer to the couch Tre had been laying on and then fell to it. "Are you okay?" the nurse rushed over and grasped Mo's wrist.
"Yeah, I'm fine!" Mo said smiling still. There seemed no possible way to keep one from her face. Tre walked over and sat down beside Morgana and looked up at the nurse.
"Yes. Morgana will need plenty of rest and to change her bandages tomorrow. She can continue her usual day if she feels up to it, but if not, don't make her. Her shoulder is completely in place now and she said she didn't feel any pain there, but if she does later, bring her back. Her leg needs to stay in that boot!" the woman shook her finger at Tre, "No matter how much she complains!"
Tre nodded.
"Any questions?" the nurse asked finally. Tre nodded again, but he didn't want to ask his question in front of Mo. He didn't really want to point out that she did have amnesia. Standing up, Tre took the nurse in a corner of the waiting room. He looked back to Mo, who was examining her boot with the same sparkling eyes that Tre noticed the first time he saw her.
"Uh...With her head, is there anything that I need to do for that?" Tre asked.
"She has some staples in her head. Just make sure that those don't come out. If they do, come back immediately. If you don't she could die of loss of blood."
Tre cringed and continued, "What about the amnesia?"
"As far as she knows she was hit by a tractor trailor while she was walking to work," the nurse looked so sad, "She said that you would be there waiting for her. She wanted to tell you how much she loved you, before you left her."
"She..." Tre looked back again at Mo, who was currently watching the fish in a nearby tank swim around, cupping her chin in her hands.
The nurse simply nodded and then walked back over to Morgana.
"Hm..." Morgana smiled at Tre and then stood with her crutches. Tre felt bad for her. She had no clue that she hated Tre. She thought that they were dating, when she had totally denied him last night.
"Well, let's go," Tre waved at the nurse who walked back through the swinging doors and began to help Mo outside. "Fuck!"
"What?" Mo asked looking worried.
"We need a ride," Tre said and then motioned to Mo. "Stay here. I'm gonna go call somebody to come and pick us up, okay?"
"Alright," Mo steadied herself on her crutches right outside the hospital entrance, as Tre darte back in.
"Can I use your phone?" he asked the man at the front desk, who merely slid over a telephone while he continued typing information into a program. At the top of the computer screen read, Morgana 'Unknown.' Tre turned back from the computer and quickly dialed the first number than came to mind: Billie Joe's.
"Y'ello?" Adrienne answered the phone.
"Hey, Adi," Tre said, "It's Tre. Is Billie in?"
"Uh huh," Adrienne said and then in the background Tre heard Adrienne ask Joey to go find his dad.
"DADDY!!!" Joey's voice rang. He clearly had Billie's amazing voice.
"Coming, coming, coming," Billie Joe could be heard faintly and then he picked up the phone, "Hello?"
"Hey, it's Tre. Think you can come pick me and a friend up at the hospital and take us to the police station?"
"First off. Where the heck were you today?!" Billie Joe practically screamed, and he probably would've if not for his child's prescence.
"Long, long story, okay?" Tre said innocently.
"Hmph, okay. I'll come get you and whoever in a little bit," Billie gave in.
"Thanks, man!" Tre said and they boh said their goodbyes.
Tre exited the hospital again and looked around for Mo. She was nowhere to be seen. "MO?!" he yelped looking around.
"Hey," Billie's voice came, although it wasn't his. Tre realized it was Mo and looked around the corner of the building to see his new girl friend leaning against the bricks petting a kitten. "Poor thing. She's a stray," she cuddled the cat against her.
Tre sat down and patted the cat on the head. It mewed and leapt from Mo's lap into Tre's. Mo giggled, "We have to keep her!"
"Uh..." Tre looked down at the green eyed, black kitten, about the size of his smallest cymbal.
"Please?" Mo said and scootched up next to Tre. She leaned her head against Tre's shoulder which startled him, but he recovered quickly.
"Fine," he said and pet the cat again. "What's it's name?"
"I dunno," Mo said keeping her head on Tre.
"How about...Zild?" she said and turned her face to Tre, who laughed.
"I like it, but mostly because it sounds like Zildjian. You know, the-"
"Cymbals," Mo laughed, "I know. That's why I named her that."
"So what instrument do you play?" Tre asked suddenly.
"You forget?" Mo looked really surprised, "Bass."
"Oh....yeah. Silly me," Tre said and then put his arm around Mo's shoudlers. "Billie should be here to pick us up soon."
"Billie?"
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Post by suicideXmakeover on Jun 18, 2005 21:08:22 GMT -5
Yay! Update pleaseness.
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