A/N Formally known as Untitled but thanks to an anon review I have decided to call it Reviving a Raven, thank you to the reviewer for the title!

Chapter 1 Injured Viper

Randy's POV

I hated bad days, they had a way of coming up and punching me in the face. They always came with no warning making a bad day worse. It was another normal day when it all turned to shit. I was practising with Christian in the ring when I first felt the twinge in my left knee, I thought nothing of it and went back to training. After we were done I iced it for a while, that usually helped.

"Your knee giving you trouble?" Christian asked as I sat back with the ice pack.

"Yeah just a twinge" I lied, it was worse than that but I refused to acknowledge it.

"Are you sure you should be competing tonight with your bad leg?"

"I'll be fine Jay, really"

Man I hoped I was telling the truth.

Later that night I was getting ready for the show when I felt that twinge again, it was worse this time but again I ignored it. I was about to go and compete so there was no way I could attend to it now.

I hear voices in my head, they councel me, they understand they talk to me

Taking a deep breath I put on my game face and headed out to the ring, millions of fans screaming my name. My knee lay forgotten as I got into the ring and prepared to face Christian in the main event. As Christian came down the ramp my knee gave another twinge and I had to do my best to keep the pain in. He noticed the pain on my face but didn't say anything as the match got underway.

Halfway through the match everything spiralled outta control. At the last second Christian moved the wrong way and my knee gave out causing me to fall awkwardly. The commentators were besides themselves as the match took a realistic turn, my arm wasn't doing that well either and the only thing that was going through my body was pain. Nothing but blinding pain. The medic in charge was quickly summoned and everything was stabilized as they loaded me onto the stretcher and to a hospital. I knew bad days were a bitch.

Hours later I was discharged from the hospital and quickly sent home. I was told the pain in my knee was due to tendons or some crap being pulled apart, I wasn't really paying much attention due to all the pain. It was when I got home that everything really went to shit.

"Hello?" I said answering the phone after I finally got over to it. It was very hard to move when I was on crutches and had a sprained arm.

"Hi Randy how are you doing?" My boss Vince Mcmahon spoke pleasantly through the phone. I wasn't looking forward to what was about to come out of his mouth.

"Fine now, whats with the phone call?"

"I wanted to know how you were doing"

"Its tendons or something, there pulled apart"

"Yes I've been updated on whats wrong with you, the reason I'm calling is the doctor and I have been talking and we believe that the best course of action is for you to get some help"

"Vince I'm fine, I don't need help"

"Yes you do, I've talked to the doctors and they agree with me that you need some home help in order for you to get better. Now Rae will be there tomorrow afternoon to help take care of you and the other bits and peices"

"Vince I'm injured not old"

"Listen Randy its either you get help or you don't have a job to return too"

"So thats it?"

"Yes thats it, either get help or get fired"

"Then I guess I have no choice then do I Vince"

"Good, and hopefully Rae helps with the process of getting better"

After saying good bye to Vince I very slowly made my way over to the couch and layed down. Not only was I away from work for about six months I had to have a home helper too. I never knew one day could be so fucking bad.