Three hours earlier
Misty sat on duty outside PNC Arena. Her father's ambulance service, the largest in Raleigh, North Carolina had quickly snatched up the job of standing by for the WWE show. Ellen, still dressed in her scrubs from work and wearing her pager stood by looking as if she should be there. The ambulance was backed right up to the huge arena entry where equipment was brought in and out.
Only two things worried the women; a real injury or Ellen being paged for a surgery. They had this planned for weeks. It started as a drunken joke and had become an obsession that they vowed to make happen. They were going to take Sheamus. Steal him. Kidnap him.
As the show ended, superstars, one by one came out. The women grasped each other's hands as they saw Sheamus appear. They walked calmly over and introduced themselves in a friendly, professional manner.
"We are officially off duty," said Ellen with a big smile. "We'd be just delighted if you'd let us buy you just one drink over at this cute Irish pub."
"I'm the Irish one, Misty Donovan," she beamed. "Please come with us. Just one drink and look how safe you'd be," she said nodding toward the ambulance with a little laugh.
He looked both amused and confused. "You're askin' me to ride in t'at?"
"Sure. Why not? We've never had a real celebrity in it ever. It would be so awesome," Misty said excitedly. Ellen shot her a stern look and Misty settled down.
Sheamus tilted his head at these two silly girls and seemed to think it over. "Ok, if, IF, I go, who sits where? I'm not ridin' in ta-back." He laughed.
"No, no," Ellen said. "There's room upfront. I can squish in beside you."
"Oh feck it. T'is better be ta-craic," he relunctiantly said. "T'at means fun." He looked at them expecting them to not get the Irish slang.
"I know," giggled Misty. "Remember, I'm Irish." Truth to be told, she was a total American with Irish roots who knew about as much about Irish culture as a poodle would.
The ride squished in Misty's father's ambulance wasn't so bad and Sheamus laughed as motorists at red lights looked up at them bewildered. They pulled into the pub and made their way inside. The place was about empty, which was normal for a Tuesday night. They gathered at a dimly lit, well-worn round table. Misty scooted her chair up close to Sheamus. Ellen sat on Misty's side, a bit to his dismay. Sheamus ordered a beer while both women ordered shots. "Goin' all out, aye?" he eyed their shots. He looked at the waitress at the bar and called out, "One more shot of Jim." Misty and Ellen gave him a raised eyebrow each.
"Whuh? Can't be out drunk by girls." He said to them with a coy smile. The thought of both girls coming back to his hotel with him crossed his mind. Misty the paramedic was a cute blonde with a petite frame and dazzling smile. Ellen was taller and looked more muscular. Her long dark hair fell into her eyes in a sexy way. She wasn't as cute as Misty but she was somehow more primal and sexier. And she obviously had the bigger personality. Misty was easy prey. Ellen required some skill to bag. He looked up to see "skill" coming their way in the form of another round of Jim for the ladies and his first.
Sheamus picked up his shot, "Cheers." "Cheers," the women echoed. Ellen watched as he threw his shot back while she dumped hers in the floor. Four rounds later, Sheamus was loosened up and openly flirting with the girls. Misty who had also tossed two of her shots over her shoulder laughed and moved closer and closer to him and began playing with his red hair that peeked from beneath his flat cap. Ellen played coy and remained on the other side of Ellen.
"You don't like me, darlin'?" He suddenly said pointedly at Ellen. "Hidin' out t'ere behind your girlfriend."
Ellen blushed not expecting him to be so flirtatious. "I just didn't want to get in your personal space."
Her leaned towards her, brushing Misty aside, and looked at her like she was a gazelle and he was a Puma ready to devour her. "I want you in my personal space," he said in a low, sexy voice.
Ellen got up to move beside him, whispering quickly in Misty's ear, "I must have him on a fucking platter. Yum." She hissed like a cat and laughed. Misty laughed although she felt quite jealous that Sheamus had beckoned Ellen when he already had her.
The drinking continued a bit longer with the women dumping most of their drinks. Sheamus flirted back and forth between the two. Finally, Ellen stood and said "We better get you to your hotel. It's late."
Back out at the ambulance, Misty said, "Would you like to check out the back?" Feeling loose from all the shots, Sheamus replied, "Sure."
Upfront Ellen moved quickly getting a dose of thiopental ready. She had to recalculate for the shots he'd drunk not wanting to send him into a coma. She drew the drug, thumped the syringe and gave it a quick spurt. She made her way to the back. Misty was luring Sheamus into the ambulance. "Lass, you're crazy. I'm not getting' in t'ere."
"Oh come on," Ellen said from behind him. "What a fun picture in would make for our scrapbook."
"Oh feck," he climbed in as Misty giggled, "Lay on the gurney, lay on the gurney." For the sake of making these two happy and hopefully willing to give him some fun times two, he did.
"Damn!" Sheamus shot straight up. He had felt a sharp, stinging stick in his arm. He looked to see his upper arm bleeding and Ellen holding a spent syringe. "Oh fuck no!" he spared the slang this time. Misty slammed the doors shut. Ellen jumped on top of him. He threw her off like a ragdoll and was heading for the doors. Misty jumped on him trying to push him back. It was like trying to push a car. "Get ta fuck off me! Fucking get off!" He was in panic mode.
Ellen put him in her best chokehold and he tried to stand, picking her up with him. "Goddammit," he croaked through her tight grasp. He tried to shake her off but instead slammed his head into the top of the emergency vehicle. He started slipping backward, the drug taking effect. Ellen scurried out from under him to avoid getting pinned. He fell slowly all the way down on the gurney. "Fuck," he said weakly. His world went black.
Misty drove through the dark roads leading to her parent's house on B. Everett Jordan lake, where she and Ellen lived together. She backed the ambulance into the basement garage. She went around and opened the back doors and Ellen jumped out. "I had to give him two more shots but it's okay," she said.
Using their experience, they pulled the gurney out and snapped it into its waist-high rolling position. They went through the large garage to a nice little apartment built on the bottom level of the house. The apartment was normally used as a guesthouse. This time they had a very special guest who had a very special room. The hospital bed and all the monitoring equipment were in place inside the comfy bedroom. The regular bed had been removed.
They looked at each other as the task of moving the huge, sleeping man from the gurney to the bed seemed daunting. "We've lifted more," Ellen said. "We can do this. Get the sheet on your side."
Misty was on the far side of the bed while Ellen would have most of the weight for a moment. "Fuck it, let's do it. 1, 2, 3, Go!"
It was not an easy task but they managed to move Sheamus in that one rush of adrenaline. "Motherfucker," Misty was huffing. "That almost killed me." They stripped him of his jeans, shoes and socks. They opted to cut his shirt off. As Misty, removed his shirt, Ellen was already securing all the restraints. Shortly, Misty jumped in to help and hooked up the monitors for blood pressure, heart rate and respiration. Ellen moved quickly to secure an IV drip. After the alcohol, the fighting and the drugs; he needed hydration immediately. When she finished securing the tubing with surgical tape, she looked at Misty with serious eyes. "Now we wait."
