A/N: I don't know them, and don't own them. I only own Dr. Makalya
Claiborne. Will have more wrestling in it later.
Summary: What will happen when Jeff goes to the doctor, and it forces him to finally realize his 'dancing with the devil' is hurting him?
-=Jeff's POV=-
I sat down on the table in the private waiting rooms. I hate doctors. They're always telling me I need to stop being a daredevil. What do they know? The doctor finally came in. "Hello, Jeff." She said. "My name is Dr. Makalya Claiborne." We went through all the regular routines. "Jeff," she said. "I'm afraid we'll have to do some tests.." I sighed. "Fine. When?" She looked at her clipboard. "Well, now, if possible."
-=3 Hours Later=-
The doctor finally came back in. She sat down, and looked at her clipboard once more. "Mr. Hardy, I'm afraid I have some bad news." I sighed, thinking she was going to tell me something I already knew. "Jeff, you have major permanent head trauma, and you have heart disease." I sat back, completely blown away. "I would advise you to stop wrestling, if not now, then within 3 months, or your condition will worsen. You have about a year to live. Now, I do have pills that can help you, but it won't cure you. It's kind of like chemotherapy, but since you travel a lot right now, you can use these." I took them and looked at them blankly. "I…thank you, doctor…I just can't believe…." Dr. Claiborne nodded, and left. I got up, wondering who to break it to everyone,
-=Back at Gilbert's House=-
I sighed, sitting down after bringing everyone there. "I know you're probably wondering why I got you all here." I said, looking at Matt, Dad, Amy, Shane, Shannon, and Beth. "Well, as you guys know, I went to the doctor today. She gave me some rather shocking news." I sighed, my voice getting shaky. Matt patted my shoulder. "You can tell us, Jeff." I sighed again. "I have major permanent head damage, and well…" I broke off, tears forming in my eyes. Beth hugged me, "Sweetie, it'll be alright." I shook my head. "No, it won't, Beth. I'm dying." Everyone sat there in shock. "I have heart disease." I said, finally breaking down into tears. Beth and Amy were crying, and Matt, Shane, Shannon, and Dad were very near crying. "Not you…not my baby brother..." Matt said, his head in his hands.
A/N: Well, I'm sorry to cut it short, but I've got to go to bed right now. More soon!
Summary: What will happen when Jeff goes to the doctor, and it forces him to finally realize his 'dancing with the devil' is hurting him?
-=Jeff's POV=-
I sat down on the table in the private waiting rooms. I hate doctors. They're always telling me I need to stop being a daredevil. What do they know? The doctor finally came in. "Hello, Jeff." She said. "My name is Dr. Makalya Claiborne." We went through all the regular routines. "Jeff," she said. "I'm afraid we'll have to do some tests.." I sighed. "Fine. When?" She looked at her clipboard. "Well, now, if possible."
-=3 Hours Later=-
The doctor finally came back in. She sat down, and looked at her clipboard once more. "Mr. Hardy, I'm afraid I have some bad news." I sighed, thinking she was going to tell me something I already knew. "Jeff, you have major permanent head trauma, and you have heart disease." I sat back, completely blown away. "I would advise you to stop wrestling, if not now, then within 3 months, or your condition will worsen. You have about a year to live. Now, I do have pills that can help you, but it won't cure you. It's kind of like chemotherapy, but since you travel a lot right now, you can use these." I took them and looked at them blankly. "I…thank you, doctor…I just can't believe…." Dr. Claiborne nodded, and left. I got up, wondering who to break it to everyone,
-=Back at Gilbert's House=-
I sighed, sitting down after bringing everyone there. "I know you're probably wondering why I got you all here." I said, looking at Matt, Dad, Amy, Shane, Shannon, and Beth. "Well, as you guys know, I went to the doctor today. She gave me some rather shocking news." I sighed, my voice getting shaky. Matt patted my shoulder. "You can tell us, Jeff." I sighed again. "I have major permanent head damage, and well…" I broke off, tears forming in my eyes. Beth hugged me, "Sweetie, it'll be alright." I shook my head. "No, it won't, Beth. I'm dying." Everyone sat there in shock. "I have heart disease." I said, finally breaking down into tears. Beth and Amy were crying, and Matt, Shane, Shannon, and Dad were very near crying. "Not you…not my baby brother..." Matt said, his head in his hands.
A/N: Well, I'm sorry to cut it short, but I've got to go to bed right now. More soon!