Dean woke me up an hour before Raw began. Tonight, The Shield were gonna face Christian and The Uso's. I was excited for this match. I wanted my boys to win so badly. When it came time for their match, I was really jumpy. I sat at the announcers table with JBL, Michael, and Jerry. They wrestled really well, as always, but Roman ended up getting pinned by his cousin, Jey Uso.

I couldn't believe it. They lost. Tears were welling up behind my eyes but I refused to let them fall on public TV. When they went to walk up the stairs back to the locker rooms, I went with them. As soon as we got to the locker room, I let the tears fall like there was no tomorrow. Dean came over and said, "Shhhhhhh...We can only get better from hereon out."

"BUT YOU GUYS LOST! This is an injustice!" I started crying even harder. I just couldn't handle the fact that they lost. Plus, it don't help being a huge bundle of hormones. "Dammit!" I punched the brick wall, instantly breaking my wrist. "FUCK! Now I fucking broke my wrist! Roman, go get the doctor!"

Roman ran quickly out of the room to get the doctor. I nursed my wrist, trying to not move it at all. I knew it was broken. This was a bad break. It fucking hurt like a bitch, too.

I was starting to feel dizzy from the pain. I stumble towards Dean and say, "I need to sit down."

Jon helps me over to the couch and asks me, "Are you okay, babe?"
"I'm fine. I'm just a little dizzy, that's all."

The doctor came into the locker room and looked at my wrist. He confirmed what I already knew. It was broken. I need to learn how to control my anger so this don't happen again.

So we went to the hospital and got my hand x-rayed and casted and were sent back to the hotel with NO pain medicine. My wrist still hurt really bad. I guess we have to be careful for now. "Let this just be a lesson to you guys. DO NOT fucking piss me off."

Fuck. I can't believe how fucking stupid I was tonight. I should have never fucking punched that fucking wall. I can't keep breaking bones and exposing these babies to radiation. I felt really weary from all that happened to day and just wanted to go to bed. I start crying silently, trying to not let Jon hear me. I turn my body away from him. But somehow, he hears me and puts his arms around me in a tight hug. I just kept crying. I was in a lot of pain and still upset about the guys losing earlier.

Dean's POV

I hated to see her cry. She got so upset about our loss. Plus, she was in a lot of pain because of her wrist.

The next morning I felt sick to my stomach and feverish. I grabbed a thermometer out of my gym bag. I put it in my mouth and waited for it to beep. It beeped. 102 degrees. Damn. I had to go to the Smackdown taping sick. I ran into the bathroom and puked. I guess Summer, Colby, and Joe heard me because they all came into the bathroom a couple minutes later. Summer sat down next to me and brushed my hair out if my face. Colby looked worried and said, "Damn, Jon. You look fucking terrible."

"I feel terrible, and I have a fever of 102 degrees. Guys, either we have to call in sick, or I have to try going to the Smackdown taping and try to not barf all over the ring." I puked again. I started shivering from the fever. I decided I would try to go. Maybe I would feel better by the time we had to leave.

Nope. Still feel like shit. I decided I would go anyway, maybe we could talk to Vince before the show. We all headed to the arena. As soon as we parked, I opened the door and vomited all over the concrete. 'Getting through the taping without puking is gonna be hard.' I thought to myself. Getting out of the car, I suddenly felt dizzy. I stumbled a little. Roman looked concerned and asked me, "Dude, are you sure you can wrestle?"

"No. I'm not sure. But I am gonna try anyway." I told him.

We made our way to Vince's office and knocked on the door. "Come in!" He said.

We walked in and he said, "Holy shit, Jonathan! You look terrible! Are you okay?"

"Not really. I think I have the flu. I have a fever of 102 degrees and I have been puking all day. But I didn't want to let you down, so I came in anyway."

"Well, do you know if you can make it through your match without vomiting?"

"No. I don't know if I can do that. I can try, but I am not gonna guarantee anything."

"Well, I am gonna send you to the company doctor and he will tell you if you are well enough to wrestle. If not, then we will change your match from a 6-man tag team match to a regular tag team match with Seth and Roman."

"Okay, sir. I will get back to you on what the doctor says." I told him.

I ran to our locker room quickly because I needed to puke again. I barely got there in time. I puked so much I didn't think I had anything else in my stomach. I got up and rinsed my mouth out with mouthwash that I had in my gym bag. After puking this last time I felt a tiny bit better, but I still had the fever. I went to the doctor and got checked out. He asked me how I was feeling. I told him that I have been puking all day, but that after this last time puking I felt somewhat better. He took my temp and it was still 102. "Well, I see no reason to not let you wrestle, but if you start to feel even a little bit nauseous out there, come by the announcers table and take a break."

"Okay, doc. Thanks."

"You're welcome. Now get better."

"I'll try."

We went and told Vince what the doctor said and he said, "sounds like a plan."

We had our match against the Usos and Christian. I did not get sick at all during that match, which we won. But as soon as we got back to our locker room I felt sick to my stomach again. I rushed into the bathroom and puked. Ugh. I hope this is just a 24-hour flu because I don't know how much puking I can handle. My throat hurt from all the puking and I was really tired. "Guys, let's go back to the hotel. I really need to lay down." I told Roman, Seth, and Summer.

Summer's POV

When we got back to the hotel I ordered room service for Dean. I got him chicken noodle soup. I gave it to him and said, "You don't have to eat it all. Just eat a tiny bit and see if you can keep it down. Oh, honey, I hate seeing you sick." I felt a tear fall from my eyes. He ate about 15 spoonfuls and then said, "Nope," and ran for the bathroom. I walked in after him, sat down next to him and rubbed his back. I also brushed his hair out of his face. I figured by tomorrow or the next day, I would have what he has. I just rubbed his back and cried silently as he continued puking.