We get no answers from the doctor, none of the test were conclusive, no answers, more test scheduled. Punk heads back to work sooner than I would have liked, another note that will be ignored by the higher ups. I wonder what they would do if the doctors found something life threatening, work Punk until he collapse in the ring? I tried to convince him to stay home, to tell everyone to fuck off and rest. It doesn't work it has never worked and I wonder what I would have to do to force him to listen to me. His week is busy, we talk and the more we do the more I find myself concerned, by the time the Rumble hits on Sunday I am beyond worried as I sit and watch his match. He is not exactly doing horrible but he is off. I cringe when Kane interferes and then Batista wins it all.

It's two am when my phone goes off, I stare at the screen seeing his face on my phone. I wonder what he would do if I didn't answer, if I put my foot down. I swallow and push aside any fear I have answering the phone. "Hey Punkers you should be resting." I hear the small sigh and sit back against the head board.

"Can't sleep, I hurt, I'm cold, and just wanted to hear your voice. Sorry to call so late." I wasn't asleep, I'm sitting at my computer looking up the test they have scheduled for him. More tests he will complain about, more shit for me to worry about and he refuses to listen.

"It's okay I wasn't asleep. Just doing some work."

"You work too hard" I laugh at the man I work too hard, he is killing himself but I work too hard.

"Really Punk you want to go there." I know I am on the verge of starting a fight. The thing is I just don't know how to do this, fight for him when he won't fight for himself. Be the man he wants, the laughing, joking, loving man when he won't give me the same in return. I now maybe part of this is fear, if I'm not there to watch him slowly kill himself it won't be so bad, it won't hurt as much.

"Scott, I love you. Just tell me what you want from me. I'm letting you drag me to the doctors, I'm doing the tests, they aren't finding anything. What else am I supposed to do, I have a contract I just can't quit." I take a deep breath and slowly an idea fills my mind, he won't like it, he won't agree with it, hell he will be pissed as hell but if it could take this train and get it back on the tracks then I will do anything I need to do.

"Quit Punk, just quit, you lost your passion for this a long time ago so just walk away." I hear him snort and take a deep breath. "You asked what I wanted, well there it is I want you to quit, come home and get better."

"I can't just quit Colt, what the hell do you expect me to do walk up to McMahon and tell him I'm done? That's just crazy, look I don't have that long left on my contract and then we can talk about this." I take a breath slow and steady, my hand is pressing the emergency break and this time I am going to beat this train, I am going to stop this madness.

"Quit Punk, or I won't be here, you can go to your big empty house and kill yourself without me being your fucking cheerleader. You have everything you need to live a good long life with me, but if you chose to keep doing this then I make the choice to stop watching." There is silence on the other end, I know he heard me. I know he is trying to find the right thing to say to pacify me at the moment. I've never threatened to end this, never threatened to walk away but he has forced my hand this time.

"Colt please…"

"No you have a choice Punk, I want an answer by tomorrow. Me or the career that is killing you, the career you have no passion left for. I love you but I refuse to do this so make a choice. Good night Punk" I end the call and turn off my phone, knowing he will call back. I have to stay strong, this is the only solution I have to make him stop, make him take a minute to worry about himself.

I keep my phone off all night, and most of the day. I settle in to watch RAW, to see him put into a pointless feud with the authority. It could be brilliant if done right, Punk is the definition of anti-authority but they won't do it right, they never do anything right. The show is half way over and I haven't seen Punk, they haven't mentioned him coming out. I feel hope slowly building inside of me wondering if he did it. I grab my phone and turn it on, as it comes to life I have several missed calls. Most from Punkers, he didn't leave any messages though. I check my texts, some from Ace, my mother nothing from Punk. I sigh and try to call his phone only for it to go straight to voice mail. I take a deep breath and go back to watching the TV. I hear the door behind me, the thud of a bag hitting the floor. My heart is racing and I hope it's him, I pray he choose me, choose himself. "Don't know why you are watching that, there creative is shit." I flip off the TV and lean back against the couch.

"They have this one guy who I think is phenomenal no matter the crap they give him." He chuckles and I can't help but love that sound.

"I heard he walked out of a meeting with Hunter and Vince, told them he quit, that he was done and kindly told them to fuck off when they attempted to stop him." I turn slowly my eyes capturing his, he moves closer. I hold out my hand and he takes it, I tug him into my lap and immediately his head is resting under my chin as he snuggles his face into my neck. I feel him breathe me in, and I can't help but stroke his hair.

"You quit?" He nods and then a feel a smile against my skin.

"You doubted I would chose you over the living hell my job is?" I shrug and he takes another breath. "At first I was so pissed at you, so beyond angry that you would do this. I called Ace, I called your mom, hell I called your brother and they all fucking supported you. None of them would side with me, they told me you were right. I hung up on Ace, I'll probably have to pay for that later. Then I tried to put myself in your shoes and it dawned on me that I'm being unfair. This is a partnership and I haven't been listening to you, finally I realized how much you love me, how hard it was to threaten to walk away would be and I knew I couldn't let you go through the hurt of following through on your threat. So I went in they called me to a meeting and I quit. Here I am, all yours, no job, nothing to fill my hours but you. I hope it drives you fucking crazy." I can't help but smile I think this is the most I've heard him say at one time in weeks. I kiss the top of his head and smile, I think I've finally slowed him down, now we just need to figure out what is wrong with him, cause lord knows I don't do lonely well so he needs to be around forever.

"Thank you" I whisper and he nods he knows what I am thanking him for and it is not choosing me. "I love you, how are you feeling?" He snuggles in deeper and I wrap my arms tightly around him.

"In some ways better actually, it feels like a weight has been lifted off my shoulders. I'm still cold though, and so tired. So very tired, it's like something is zapping the energy from me. I slept on the plane, but I could so go back to sleep." I nod standing with him in my arms I carry him to the kitchen setting him at the table. I know him well enough to know what's he made a decision he didn't stop to eat, he came home. I think about what to make him, something easy on his stomach, bland really. I end on making him some toast, he won't eat a lot and really that's all I have in the house. I will go shopping in the morning and pick up some stuff, I'm sure there is a list of bland foods on the internet, maybe WebMD has one. He eats the toast and I study him, his color isn't so bad today. When he is finished eating I carry him to bed. I find extra blankets and turn up the heat in the room, it will eventually force me out but I'll handle it if Punkers is comfortable.

I strip him down to his boxers, glancing up I see a glint in his eyes and I know what he wants. "Behave, I am going to go call Ace and smooth things over for you, I want you to rest I'm gonna call your doctor in the morning to see if since you are not on the road he can move some appointments up." Punk sighs and gives me a tiny pout, I can never resist him so I lean down and give him what I intend to be a quick kiss. His arms snake around my neck, and I find myself deepening the embrace.

An hour later I slide from the bed, Punk is fast asleep a small smile on his face. I wander to the office thankful the house is cooler outside my bedroom, hell I think briefly of stepping outside for a moment. I grab my phone and call Ace.

"Your boyfriend needs to learn some manners. I know I've taught him better than to hang up on me. Not to mention the fact you have had your phone of all day." I smile I love this man, he worries about us so much I wonder how he doesn't have ulcers.

"He quit" my statement is met with silence and then laughter.

"About damn time. I didn't think your ultimatum would work, I would have put good money on the man worming out of it somehow." Hell I didn't either, I would have sworn he would show up here tomorrow give me the puppy dog eyes and I would cave.

"I have to go overseas soon, I would cancel but it would be last minute and I was wondering."

"I'll come stay with him, I'll make sure he gets to whatever appointments he has. One of you needs an income." I chuckle, we really don't between the two of us we have enough money to be happy for the rest of our lives.

"Thanks, and go easy on him. He…" I don't bother to finish, he is ill we all now this.

"I will, how is he?"

"Resting, my room is a sauna and he has a pile of blankets, but seems happy and very satisfied." I can almost hear the eye rolling and find myself laughing. I am about to say something more when I hear Punk calling my name. "Gotta go" I say quickly hanging up, I go into the bed room. Punk is sitting up squeezing his nose, blood drips between his fingers, the pillow case and sheets stained with red. I grab some tissues handing them to him, then I am off to the kitchen grabbing an ice pack I make him press it to the bridge of his nose. Standing him up I get him into the bathroom. "This happen often?"

"A few times" he mutters, something else he didn't tell me or the doctors. I'll lecture him on it later, for now I get the bleeding under control, and him into a shower washing away the crimson from his skin. I strip the bed, changing the sheets and finding new pillows. When he comes out of the bathroom he sits tiredly in the chair. "Sorry" I shake my head and pull him to his feet, holding him tightly. "I'm scared" I know how hard it is for him to admit this, how hard he fights to keep up his proud image.

"Me too" I whisper as I settle him back into bed. Terrified would be more accurate I think, I settle beside of him, having no plans on leaving him tonight, or anytime soon. Plans will be canceled I cannot go anywhere until we have answers. I watch as he drifts off to sleep and pull out my phone heading to WebMD to add this new symptom to my search.


So this just would not leave me alone, so I decided to continue it. Please review, I love reviews!

lamentomori- glad you enjoyed the first part, I think I finally have what is going on with Punk worked out so I decided to keep going. Web MD can be a terrible thing, poor Colt is losing his mind.

littleone1389- Glad you loved this, I tried to play off as much as we knew to keep the first part close to real life. Web MD searches are horrible, so very unspecific and a common cold can be a deadly disease in which you freak out over. Hope you like the second part.

Rebellecherry- So it is not a one-shot after all, the ending wouldn't let me be. I know there are at least a few more parts to this. Glad you will be reviewing.

Guest- Hi, no longer a one shot! Thanks for the review, I feel bad for Colt too!