--- Billie's POV ---
I woke up to Ryan slamming on the breaks and I woke up Emily which she was sitting right beside me on the futon. Then a moment later we felt the tour bus swerve off the road and started flipping. I noticed Emily stand up, I jumped and grabbed her and flew under the table.
After the tour bus stopped flipping and was upside down, I pushed the tour bus door open with Emily in my arms. I crawled in the field, I couldn't walk because my leg had glass in which it felt pain to stand up.
"Emily, wake up! Emily, wake up! Come on Emily! Wake up!" I shouted however she didn't wake up but she was still breathing. I tried to do CPR on her but no response. My arm and legs were in so much pain.
slowly brought my hand to my back pocket.
I called 911 a second later, "911, what's your emergency?"
"Uh... Our tour bus gotten in an accident, flipped, and my daughter is breathing not waking up or opening her eyes, " I told the operator.
"Okay, we will be sending our emergency services and they will be there in 15 minutes," the man said.
About 10 minutes later, the ambulances and fire trucks arrived. The paramedics walked over to us, they carried Emily, and the others walked me over to one of the other ambulances. I watched as they strapped Emily on the stretcher, placed it in the ambulance, and drove away.
"Lay down please, sir," one of the paramedics said.
They grabbed the tweezers to try to remove the glass out my leg. The pain was tremendous of them pulling out the glass. Then about 5 minutes later, they pulled out a bloody piece of glass out of my leg then they wrapped an ace bandage around my shin.
"I bet that feels better, what did you say your name was?" The paramedic asked.
"My name is B-Billie. Bi-Illie J-Joe A-Armstrong," I said.
"Billie? My son loves your band. Whenever you feel better, Billie, you can see your daughter 'cause were here. We've already contacted your family and they are on the way," the paramedic said wheeling me into the hospital.
"Oh-Oh-Okay, my arm hurts... I think I broke it," I told a nurse.
"Okay, we'll give an x-ray, your leg still hurting?" She said wheeling me in a wheel chair me into the hospital room where I was staying.
"No. Well, is my daughter okay?" I asked her sitting on the hospital bed.
"I'll be right back, Billie." She said walking into the hallway.
She walked back into the room then said, "apparently your daughter fallen into a coma. Should we continue life support?"
"No... Not... My Emily... Why couldn't have been me? Yes, continue life support, please," I asked sobbing uncontrollably.
"Billie, she only has a 30% chance of living are you sure? I'll go take you go get your X-Ray for your arm," she said bringing me into the lab which one of the rooms had an X-Ray area.
The lady said sternly, "Sir, place your arm in the table."
I placed my arm on the table where the X-Ray scanned my arm.
"Uh... Billie, you gotten a stable fracture, I'll let your nurse right now," she said calling the nurse into the room to wheel me back.
"Here's a cast sweetie," she said placing a cast on my arm wheeling me back into the room.
Whenever we reached the room I turned on the TV where there was news coverage on the accident on every news station.
"Billie Joe Armstrong and his daughter, Emily, were injured while the driver, Ryan Zachary was killed. Zachary had alcohol in his system during the accident. We will inform you of more updates," the anchor said.
After that I recalled me passing out in the hospital bed having the wreck coming up into my mind repeatedly.
"Billie, Billie, are you okay?" I heard a familiar voice, I opened my eyes which my vision was a little fuzzy then started to clear.
"Eighty! I missed you! Ow! My arm!" I said hugging her with only one arm.
"What happened sweetie?" She asked concerned.
"Oh, an accident and Emily fell into a coma. My leg had glass in it and my arm has a stable fracture," I answered groggy.
"What? Emily fell into a coma? Nobody told me on the phone, ugh... She still on life support?" Eighty asked worried.
"Yes, she is, " I replied.
"Billie, they said she only has a 30% chance of living. I think we should cut her off, Billie it's for her own good," she acknowledged.
"Her own good? Eighty, I should be there. She can survive, Eighty," I answered exhausted.
"No, Billie. We should. She missed her mom so much, Billie," she said.
"I know that, Eighty. We should, maybe. I don't know," I answered.
"She'll be in a better place than now, Billie," Eighty smiled, kissing me on the forehead.
I made a decision, I think we should cut her off life support. She would be in a better place.
The nurse walked in a moment later, she asked, "Billie do you think we should cut her off of life support?"
Tears started rolling down my face because I knew her extremely well we were like soul mates. I had a bunch of memories come back from the day she was born, when I went up to the police station, and the tour. All the talks and fun times we had together now just memory.
"Uh... Yes, she would be in better place than she is now. Can I come see here? To say goodbye," I asked, crying my eyes out.
"Yes, sure," she said helping me into the wheel chair.
I wheeled into the room where there was Mike, Tré, Sara, Adrienne, and Brittney sitting on the small couch. I started crying and I wheeled by her body.
"Emily, just know I love you so much. I going to miss you so much. You were my favorite child. I understood you in ways I cannot describe. I love you... I can't do this... I'm going to have to deal with this... The year I've known you like we were like soul mates. All the talks and fun times we had are memories... I never well forget you, baby. Goodbye to friends and to you... Goodbye to all the past... I guess we'll meet, we'll meet in the end," I whispered in her ear.
After I said that they cut the life support machine off, placed a white sheet over her body, and wheeled her body away.
Mike and Tré walked over and hugged me, "Billie, you were a great father. You loved her so much. I miss her," Mike said smiling.
Eighty signed my discharge papers so I can leave. They let us get Emily's stuff from the wreck. The only thing I wanted to grab was her notebook.