01/13/2013 10:54 PM

"Jeff...Jeff buddy. It's me, Austin. Are you ok buddy?" Austin asks me. I shake my head no. My head hurts. My back hurts. My right knee hurts, and my ribs hurt.

"I'm going to roll you onto your back so I can have a better look at you, ok?" Austin asks me.

"Ok." I mumble. Austin rolls me onto my back and I let out a groan. The lights are bright. I shut my eyes.

"Bright." I mumble.

"What hurts?" Austin asks me.

"My...my head hurts. My back hurts. My right knee hurts, and my ribs hurt." I say.

"Ok. Ah...can you go get James and Bobby for me please?" Austin asks someone. James, Bobby, and Austin have the ability to medically take care of every single superstar on our roster. The three of them were born with infinite knowledge. They know everything there is to know about everything. I have the ability to regenerate; but once a month, for five days, my ability quits working, and today just so happens to be day four. I get my ability back tomorrow at roughly nine. Funny how my body works like that.

"I'll be right back." The person says.

"Ok, thank you." Austin says.

"At least I won right?" I mumble as I start laughing. A couple of seconds later, I stop laughing, because it hurts to laugh.

"I thought I had you after I hit the Brainbuster on you." Austin says.

"It's going to take more than a Brainbuster to slow me down." I mumble.

"The next time we get into the ring together, I'll hit you with five of them." Austin says.

A Few Minutes Later...

"Hey Jeff, it's Bobby. Can you tell me where you hurt?" Bobby asks me.

"My...my head hurts. My back hurts. My right knee hurts, and my ribs hurt." I say.

"Ok. Austin is going to start an IV, and give you some morphine. After he is done giving you morphine, we'll put you on a stretcher and get you back to my locker room and have a look at ya, ok?" Bobby asks me.

"Ok." I mumble. After Austin starts an IV, he injects a dose of morphine into the IV, and tapes the needle onto my hand. A couple of minutes later, they safely roll me onto a back board. They strap me onto the back board, pick up the back board, walk a couple of feet, and set me down on the stretcher.

A Couple of Hours Later...

"After looking at the X-Ray of your back, the X-Ray of your ribs, and the MRI of your knee, the three of us have come to the conclusion that you are fine. You have a couple of bruised ribs and a mild concussion. I'm going to give you some ice, and some more morphine...ok?" James asks me.

"Ok. Thanks baby." I mumble. My head hurts. Hurts so bad. My head has never heard so much in my life. So confused.

"Excuse me." James says.

"Baby." I mumble.

"Ahhhhhh Jeff, we're not together." James says.

"We're not?" I ask James.

"No. We're not." James says.

"Hmmmm, why not?" I ask James.

"Ah...I don't know buddy." James says.

"I like you." I mumble.

"You do?" James asks me. I shake my head yes.

"Ow, ow, ow, ow, ow. Bad...bad idea. Owwwwww." I moan.

"I think we should have this conversation when you're feeling better, ok?" James asks me.

"What conversation?" I ask James.

"About your feelings for me." James says.

"I like you James. A lot. So cute." I mumble.

A Few Minutes Later...

"Tired." I mumble.

"You should sleep. You'll feel better in the morning." James says.

"Kk. Night night James." I say.

"Good night." James says as he kisses me on the forehead. I close my eyes and drift to sleep.