Chris helped Cody with cleanup detail and had to chuckle as they each had a kid attached to each of their legs. 4 legs, 4 kids, thanking them up and down. "We'll do the garbage stuff. You guys go play," he coerced and agreed with Cody that their kids would in fact be spoiled. "But that's part of what kids are for, I think," he said. And kids like this, well, they should be denied nothing. Chris had no children and a reason for that was that his wife refused to get pregnant. She took any and all precautions, because of what Chris had put into his body along the lines of performance-enhancing drugs and painkillers. While he'd been testing clean regularly, she wasn't going to allow herself to become pregnant for an undetermined period of time, something she had been talking about to her doctor (but not with him, maybe as her way of making sure he stayed clean) so the threat of defective sperm could be minimized.

"You want a big family?" he asked Cody, as a nurse brought over a trash bag.

"As long as whoever I marry is still with me, I wouldn't mind it. I just don't want my kids in a broken home or something." Cody said, putting the trash in a bin that was brought to them by a custodian.

"Totally understandable," he said. "And during our traveling, if they don't come with us, the wives become like single parents during that time...and you know how hard it is sometimes when it's just -us- traveling. Imagine not only being the performer but the dad while on the road? I mean, John Cena can do it..because Owen's old enough. But imagine if Hunter brought Steph and their babies everywhere? I don't know how he could function." They easily filled that garbage can and he took a minute to look at the kids. There wasn't a frown in the place except for the jackass security guy who glanced over from time to time.

"John is lucky for getting custody of Owen at the age he's at, where he can understand all of that. It seems like a big task to handle, but they seem to pull it off. I can hardly handle younger cousins, I don't know what I'd do as a dad." Cody joked.

"I agree," Chris said, and mentally started going over the roster quietly of hypothetically good Dads and Dads who suck. They didn't even have to have children to enter this hypothetical discussion, and it was pretty amusing to see who thought what. The RAW roster got busted out first. Chris rattled three off to start. "Jericho, Sheamus, Great Khali?"'

"I know Jericho had kids, and they're funny, but Khali and Sheamus?" Cody asked.

Chris laughed. "No, no...Khali doesn't, not that I know of. They'd probably be taller than us when they went to Kindergarten..and Sheamus doesn't, not that I've seen or heard about. I just wonder what you think they'd be like as Dads." His guess was that Khali would never have to raise his voice to any potential kid, that the look would go a long way, and hopefully that would be enough because Chris doubted Khali's future/possible kids would understand what the hell he was saying. Sheamus would probably be a cool Dad, Chris guessed. Sheamus was really a decent guy backstage, who'd earned his way as of late...sure, there was resentment from some of the guys of how quickly Sheamus had been pushed, but he'd grown into being Champ. He was catching on with the crowds and was becoming a draw. Who knew? Jericho's kids were cool but Chris confided to Cody that he thinks most of that had to do with Jericho's wife, "because if he's not on the road with us, he's promoting Fozzy or performing with Fozzy and now doing that game show. I don't know when the hell he sees them, you know?"

"You're right." Cody said, tapping his chin. "Khali would just be...damn, I don't even know. The thought of him getting someone pregnant and not killing them is scary, and the kid would be ten feet tall before it could walk." He chuckled. "I think Sheamus would be a cool dad, assuming the let the kid tan during the summer." He joked.

"Like in the first Alien, when the thing pops out of the guy's chest!" Chris said, animatedly, using his hand to simulate where the thing popped out. "That's how Khali's kid would be born!" And he just started laughing hearing the Sheamus parenting recommendation. "Wear yer sunblock, little fella," he said, picturing the scene.

Cody laughed. "We should stop, before we jinx our own kids or something." He said, trying to keep the laughter to a small chuckle.

"True. Although I don't know what's more disturbing..thinking of Khali as somebody's dad, or as a cop. He was a cop in India before he came over here. Imagine that pulling you over?" Chris couldn't help chuckling. He asked Cody if he knew the story of Chris and Randy getting pulled over by the cops, guns drawn.

"Told Randy cops didn't like him, but nah, never heard the story before," Cody said with interest.

Chris chuckled. It sounded worse than it had been. He and Randy technically hadn't done anything wrong wrong, they were just inattentive and ended up looking down the barrels of police guns. "You know when you're riding with him, and get into conversations and just don't realize what the hell's going on around you?" Generally, in Chris's experience, those conversations happened either after matches when everybody's exhausted or on long, boring stretches of road in the middle of nowhere. "Well...it's better to have somebody else driving than him. Maybe you've had that happen. Have a third guy is my best advice I give anybody no matter who they ride with," he said, shaking his head with a smile. "We just got caught up in talking, I doubt either of us could even tell you what about. I know I sure as hell don't remember. But there we are, bullshitting, and we hear the screech of tires ahead. Cop cruiser cut us off and just stopped. Dead stop. Now, Randy hits the brakes. I thought I'd end up kissing the windshield, and how we didn't collide, I don't know. Maybe 4 inches separated our rental and the police car..thank God for anti-lock brakes. Anyway...we're both shook up, you know how near-accidents make your heart go in your mouth? Then it got worse. They're out of the car, now we're surrounded, Cody! "Get out of the car! Get on the ground!" I was scared shitless. Come to find out the cop had his lights on and was trying to pull us over for 2 miles...we ended up leading them on a chase and not even knowing it," he laughed. "All over a taillight out. We didn't get arrested or anything, not even ticketed after we signed some autographs and they saw we weren't drunk or anything, but that's a night I'd rather never repeat." He smirked as he was pretty sure that the security jerk was trying to eavesdrop, given how he'd sort of inched closer to Cody and Chris.

"Wow, that's sounds like something that would happen with Orton," Cody laughed. "You two had to be tired, must have been a long show that night." He said, noticing the security guard, and Chris's moving over. He didn't want to say anything, not in front of the kids, but would definitely tell a manager. Wait...did hospital have managers? "Chris, do hospitals have managers? Think I want to refer an idea to someone in power." He said, shooting his eyes over to the security guard for a second to let Chris know what he was talking about.

"I think places like this, like the building itself, has a board of directors or something..but that's the building. I guess the people each have supervisors? Like shift supervisor, head nurse, stuff like that?" It was a good question, and Chris followed Cody's line of sight. He didn't know exactly what Cody was thinking but bet it would be good.

"Well, maybe the board of security need to chat with one of their members." Cody muttered, before joining the children down on the floor.

"Maybe," Chris agreed with a nod, before following Cody to hang with the kids and forget, for a little while, that jackasses like the security guy even exist.

Cody hadn't been forced to play with action figures in a while, since going home and visiting the younger ones in his own family, and he had to say he could see himself doing this in say...another five to seven years. He loved his friends like brothers and sisters, but going wasn't his thing, at least not to go out all the time. He even forgot about the asshole of a security guard watching them, fully into his new character, a dinosaur.

Chris had been led away by one of the little girls to play Barbies. Now, normally, Chris would probably have been very confused for such a request to have been made of him, but he was very much into it, too. Before they knew it, though, the nurses started making their subtle signals that the kids needed to rest because they'd have their meals (for those who weren't fed intravenously) in a half hour. Chris glanced at Cody.

Cody nodded, and felt a little guilty for taking so much of the children's time. He didn't exactly know their schedule, and he probably stuck around for as long as he did. He nodded towards the door and stood, thanking the nurses and the kids for their time.

Chris saw the guilt on Cody's face. Even though he and Cody hadn't hung out together all that long, Cody possessed very expressive eyes that gave things away sometimes. Chris was also exceptional at reading people. The kids came to both of them to say goodbye and that included Chris getting on the floor and hugging whoever wanted one, before getting up and leaving with Cody. He didn't give the security guy the satisfaction of looking at him on the way out, and said to Cody, "If we didn't stay as long as we had, what would they have been doing. Watching TV? I didn't see anyone else visiting while we were there, and the nurses would've chased us out sooner if the kids weren't having a good time. If this wasn't a positive impact for them. I thank you for this...and maybe we should just let what the guard did go, so we don't have to remember him as part of today. If we run into him on our own time away from the kids, that's on us and we could do whatever we wanted to. If you want to report him, I'll report him too, but I'd rather take a chance on running into him on our time..and his time..not the kids' time."

Cody nodded. "To be honest, I had forgot about that while I was playing with them. And I guess you're right, its probably me being pessimistic again."

Chris doubted it was pessimism. "You're being realistic." Optimism was overrated. Some people took it too far. Some thought that some of those kids would "recover" when the truth was that this wasn't just little childhood ailments. They were stricken with fatal illnesses. The children in that ward were basically condemned to death. There wasn't any parole. So Cody wasn't pessimistic in any sense, as far as Chris was concerned.

Cody nodded. To be honest, he hated kids suffering like that more than anything, it was something he had a weak spot for. "I enjoyed myself, it was cool having someone else from Smackdown around. Glad I found you earlier." He said, changing the subject. He didn't want to think too much about it.

"I'm glad you did, too. Take me with you again sometime, if you want. I'm free." The subject was easily changeable now. For as good as the visit was, it was emotionally draining and there were other things they could talk about. But it was a good experience.

"I'll be sure to. I should probably get over to the gym before it gets too late, I completely forgot I was planning on a work out." Cody said, nodding, before heading back to the parking garage. He was happy to have find someone worth talking to on Smackdown, so far he was keeping to himself, and catching up with everyone else on Raw on his off days. He'd be sure to come do this again at other hospitals.