Rebel Hearts & Anxious Souls. (Billie Joe x Reader)

10:20PM - By the time security reaches me, I'm already gone, swallowed by the weight of my own anxiety. They lift me carefully, pushing through the sea of bodies. I can't see it, but Billie is watching from the stage, his heart pounding as he tracks my unconscious form disappearing backstage. He waits, helpless, his thoughts racing in a way that mirrors my own before I collapsed.

Kate and Linda, my ever-loyal friends, aren't about to leave me alone.

"Please, we're her friends," Kate pleads with the security team, her voice tight with worry. "We want to come along." Linda nods fervently. "We need to make sure Y/N  is okay."

The guards exchange glances before one finally relents. "Alright, you two can come."

A flicker of relief crosses their faces as they hurry after me. Meanwhile, Billie has already ensured that a doctor is waiting in the backstage room, refusing to take any chances with my health.

Security carries me into the designated room, where medical staff is already prepared. I'm laid gently on a couch, and immediately, the doctors get to work. Kate and Linda hover nearby, their faces pale, watching as the professionals check my vitals.

Meanwhile, the band members are elsewhere, wrapping up the aftermath of the concert and attending to various tasks. They are not present in the room at the moment, allowing the doctors and security personnel to focus their attention fully on my and my well-being.

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10:35PM - As the doctors work diligently, my friends, Kate and Linda, hover nearby, their expressions a mix of concern and worry. They watch intently, their eyes flickering between me and the medical professionals, hoping for positive developments. Despite the band members being absent in the room, they know that help is present and working to stabilise me condition.

"What happened?" The doctor's voice is calm but firm as he turns to my friends. "Does she have any medical conditions I should know about?"

Kate bites her lip. "She has severe anxiety. I mean, really bad episodes." Linda nods in agreement. "We don't know everything, but... she struggles."

The doctor listens carefully, jotting down notes before speaking again. "It's important we assess her fully. Depending on how she responds, hospitalization might be necessary."

Kate swallows hard. "You mean Y/N might have to go to a hospital?"

Before the doctor can answer, a knock on the door startles the room.

The band.

Billie, Mike, and Tré rush in, their faces clouded with worry. Billie's eyes find me instantly, his expression tightening as he sees me hooked up to a drip, pale and unconscious.

Billie, Mike, and Tré enter the room, their eyes immediately falling on me lying on the couch. A mixture of relief and worry cross their faces as they see my fragile state and the sight of the doctors nearby.

"How is she?" His voice is urgent, demanding answers.

The doctor turns to him. "She suffered a severe anxiety attack. We're monitoring her, but we may need to transport her to a hospital."

Mike and Tré share a tense glance, their usual easygoing nature replaced with palpable concern. Kate and Linda finally acknowledge them, offering soft, distracted greetings. But all focus remains on me, still lost in my own mind.

Then, a shift.

I stir, my head pounding. My body feels foreign, heavy. Everything is... wrong.

What the hell just happened?

The room is blurry, unfamiliar. My throat is dry, and I try to steady my erratic breathing. Then, instinct takes over.

"Billie..." My voice is barely above a whisper.

His head snaps toward me. In an instant, he's at my side, his hand warm as it touches my arm. "I'm here Y/N. I'm right here."

Kate and Linda exchange glances, catching the intimacy of the moment, but I barely register them. My eyes flicker around the room—machines, an IV drip. A doctor sitting beside me. The realization crashes into me like a tidal wave.

Billie approaches my side, his eyes fixed on me as I slowly come to consciousness. He reaches out a hand, gently placing it on my arm, hoping to provide some comfort and support in my confusion.

Billie asked hesitantly, "How are you feeling?"

"I'm not feeling to great. Its a weird feeling." I say in a whisper trying to patch memories together what just happened a few moments ago. I noticed there is a drip attached to my hand. Most likely glucose drip and a doctor sitting beside me

Billie nodding agreeing to my emotions, "Yeah, I can imagine. You had an anxiety episode. The doctor said you passed out and needed some medical attention."

As I regain consciousness I noticed the doctor next to me and realized whats going on.

Ahh fuck. More embarrassment! 

My heart rate spikes, and the beeping from the monitor betrays my distress.

Billie's eyes flicker to the heart rate monitor as he notices the increase in my heart rate, realizing the effect the sudden recollection of the event is having on me. The steady beat of the machine quickening, an obvious sign of rising anxiety and embarrassment.

The doctor intervened at that moment.

The doctor intervenes immediately. "Hey, breathe. Slow breaths. We don't want another episode." "I can't help it," I admit, frustration creeping into my voice. "Sometimes breathing doesn't work. I breath slowly but my heart still races out of control!"

The doctor, understanding the complexity of anxiety and its triggers, nods gently to acknowledge my statement. The doctor nods, understanding. "I know. But try anyway." I attempt to follow his instructions, but my mind is still racing. Then, before I can spiral further, there's movement at the door.

The ambulance has arrived.