A.N. I got the idea for this story from a dream that I had, so this story is loosely based on the dream.
1/26/2011 11:10 PM
"Baby." I mumble.
"Yeah." James says.
"Can…can you get me some Ibuprofen please?" I ask James.
"Sure. Where do you hurt?" James asks me.
"My back and my right knee." I say.
"Do you want me to give you a massage?" James asks me.
"Sure." I say.
"Ok. Take off all of your ring gear and lay face down on the medical bed." James says as he points to the medical bed. Every Superstar in TNA has the ability to regenerate; but it takes eight hours for major injuries to heal, and if we get hurt, either James or Bobby will take care of us. (A.N. The wrestlers do get sore after their matches.) James and Bobby know everything there is to know about injuries and illnesses. When all of us got the ability to regenerate, the company gave James and Bobby a shot, and the shot gave them both the ability to take care of all of us. (A.N. I know this sound stupid; but I did have a dream about this, well kind of.) After taking off my ring gear, I walk over to the medical bed and lay face down on it. A couple of minutes later…
"Lift your head and open your mouth please." James says. I lift my head and open my mouth. James puts two pills into my mouth and then puts a cup of water to my lips and I take a drink of the water and swallow the pills.
"Good boy." James says as he bends down and gives me a kiss.
"Love you." I mumble.
"Love you too. By the way, I gave you Vicodin instead of Ibuprofen." James says. (A.N. When James and Bobby got the ability to take care of everyone, the FDA also gave them permission to give the Superstars pain killers and other medications. Once again, this is all from a crazy ass dream that I had. Ok, so it's loosely based off of a dream that I had.)
"Mmmmm, thanks baby." I say.
"You're welcome." James says. A couple of minutes later…
"Alright baby. I'm gonna start on the massage now, ok?" James asks me.
"Ok." I mumble. James pours some lotion onto my back, arms, legs and butt and starts massaging me.
"Mmmmm, feels good baby." I say.
"Good." James says as he presses down on my back a little bit harder and I wince.
"Ow." I mumble.
"Sorry." James says as he gives me a kiss on the back of my neck.
"I'm thinking about getting another tattoo." I say.
"Really?" James asks me.
"Yeah. I want to get the word creature tattooed on my left calf." I say.
"Creature? Why…oh never mind." James says as he starts to laugh.
"Ooohh." I mumble.
"Did that hurt?" James asks me. I nod my head yes.
"Sorry baby. The Vicodin will take your pain away in a few minutes." James says.
"Ok." I say. Knock! Knock! Knock!
"Go to Bobby!" James yells.
"I don't like Bobby!" The person yells.
"Tell him to come in." I say. It's Mark, aka. Bully Ray.
"Are you sure?" James asks me.
"Yeah." I say.
"Do you want me to throw a towel over you?" James asks me.
"No." I say.
"I knew you were gonna say no. I don't even know why I bother asking anymore. Come in!" James yells the last part. The door opens and Mark walks into the room.
"Hey Mark. What can I do for you?" James asks Mark.
"My…my boyfriend and I were having sex and…and the condom broke, so…so I was wondering if you could give me the morning after pill." Mark says.
"Are you serious Mark? That's the fifth broken condom in the last two weeks. Either you tell Scott to take it easier on you, or find a new boyfriend. I got 20 Plan B pills from the pharmacy this month, and you've taken five of them." James says. (A.N. James and Bobby get the medications from a pharmacy in Orlando.)
"I'm sorry James. Scott and I like rough sex, and…and sometimes we don't use lube, so that's why the condoms break, or at least I think that's why the condoms break. I don't know." Mark says.
"You should really consider going on the pill again Mark." James says.
"I…I know; but…but Scott doesn't want me to go on the pill again, because the first time I was on it, I experienced mood swings and intense nausea." Mark says.
"Why didn't you tell me that it made you nauseas? I could have gotten you a different brand." James says. (A.N. Mark told James that he didn't want to take it anymore, he never told him that it made him sick.)
"I…I don't know. I'm sorry." Mark says as he puts his head down.
"Go ahead and take a Plan B pill out of the little bottle that's in the side pocket of my medical bag." James says.
"O…ok." Mark says. After Mark gets a Plan B pill out of James' bag, he says goodbye to us and leaves.
"I'm not in pain anymore." I say.
"That's good." James says.
A Little Over An Hour Later: 12:45 AM
After James finished my massage, we showered, got dressed and headed home. Now, we are lying in bed, cuddling.
"I love you baby." I mumble.
"I love you too hon." James says as he gives me a kiss on the forehead. A few minutes later, I fall asleep.
This is just a starter chapter for the story. Thanks for reading and reviewing. I hope this chapter made sense.