part 2
Author's note:
Hi! :) First I want to say thank you all for the wonderful messages I've been receiving! Here's part two.
xo - Val
When Billie awoke, he was laying on a hospital bed with a needle through his arm. He softly gasped, nobody else knew this but, he really hated needles. His fingers were trembling as he touched the needle as softly as he could, he touched it a little to hard and felt a sharp pain in his tattooed arm. "Ow.." he said in an unpleasant tone. Rolling his big green eyes, he looked around the room. Searching for a sign, wondering what the hell was going on. "Ah, I see you have awakened Mr. Armstrong." The doctor said as he walked into the pale white room, Billie didn't bother to glance up at him, he was to busy eyeing the needle in his arm. "Hey, can you please tell me why I am here? I don't even know what's going on..." Billie said impatiently.
Before giving the small brunette what he asked for the doctor said "So, what seems to be the problem Mr. Armstrong? Why do YOU think you are here?" he asked, "Well, early this morning I was feeling pains in my lower stomach, and that's all I remember..." Billie said faintly, still looking at the needle. "Well, have you been stressed lately? Have you been eating properly? You are quite underweight for a man of your age." The doctor asked, "Yeah, I've been fine... I'm just.. ugh, I don't know why… Can I please just leave?" Billie asked in an annoyed tone. "I'm sorry Mr. Armstrong, but I can't let you leave yet." he replied. "Why can't I leave? I'm perfectly fine!" Billie protested as he tried to sit up, but then suddenly felt that familiar sharp sensation in his lower stomach. "Ahhhh fuck!" the small man yelped, as he fell back onto the bed, and clutched himself into a tiny ball. "Well, well it certainly appears you are not fine Mr. Armstr-" "Billie... you can call me Billie.." he grunted interrupting the doctor, "Billie then, you cannot go home yet. You still have severe injuries that need stitching done.", "What are you talking about?" the small man said as he lifted up his shirt, surprised to see six cuts across his lower stomach going down all the way down to where his pelvis ended. Billie gasped, shocked at the sight of the wounds, he had never remembered getting them! Where the fuck did these come from? Why do they hurt so much! Fuck! I don't remember getting these! he thought to himself.
"Doctor! You are needed in the ICU!" a young nurse said as she quickly budded in. "I'll be right there, thank you Darcy. As for you Billie Joe, you will probably be in here for a while. So relax and get some rest." the doctor said as he scribbled quickly on his note pad. "I will send a nurse in to refill your morphine, and get you food, we have to prepare you for surgery." the doctor said as he quickly rushed out the room. Billie lay in his bed, staring out the window. How did I get here, I don't want to get surgery? God this room is so fucking cold... he thought, as he wrapped his arms around himself trying to stay warm.
"Damn it's boring in here... What the hell am I supposed to do?" he said to himself, eyeballing the room. Maybe I should just take a nap... he thought, as he closed his eyes, curled in in a ball and fell into a deep sleep.
"Look at me..." the man in the shadows said, as he tightly gripped the face of the tiny man. Billie grunted softly, trying not to show any fear. "What do you want?..." Billie asked wryly.
"I want you to know, that this isn't the end, I want you to know that your worst fears will soon be with you, I want you to know that you're mine." the large figure in the shadows said, as he unhooked the small man picking him up into his arms, and then set him on his feet. The dark figure stood about a whole foot taller than Billie who was a small five foot seven. The man was obviously a lot bigger than the tiny man, who only weighed one hundred and sixty four pounds. The dark figure grabbed Billie and held onto him tightly, Billie felt so overpowered and weak. The dark man lifted the tiny man up, letting his legs dangle below him as he pressed forceful kissed against the little man's soft cheeks. "Stop!... Please... stop it now!" Billie yelled as he squirmed awkwardly, as the forceful kisses went down to his over-sensitive neck. Billie tried to keep his moaning back, but it couldn't be contained.. he was so damn sensitive there. "Stop it! Now! Please! Just stop!" the tiny man screamed as he jerked around hard, but not hard enough, the large man's grasp was to strong. He was in a bind that couldn't be broken.
Billie awoke to the sounds of wheels being rolled on the floor, and high heels tapping. Billie grunted as he tried to turn the other way to see what was going on. The pain was to much, he couldn't handle the strong pressure, so the small man just lay there. "Ah, yes this is your room." a nurse said, she seemed to be talking so another person. "I didn't know I was going to be sharing my damn room." the other person said, "I'm sorry sir, but we are currently out of rooms and this is the only one available. So, please have a rest." the nurse said as she lay the young man on the bed, and quickly left the room. Are they gone? I can't hear anything… he thought to himself. As tired as he was, the small man let sleep overtake his body, and fell back to sleep.