Ah yes, I finally updated! And guess what? I even changed the title. The whole Me, John and, John title sucked and I think If Happy Ever After Exist, works a bit better with my OC's situation and all. Anywho moving on. No! I do not, and I repeat DO NOT own any of these WWE Superstars, I'm very positive they own themselves...because they're humans not robots. I only own my OC Kristian Copeland and the whole story and it's plot.
So go ahead, read on my fellow viewers, and while you're at it enjoy it.
*Punk's POV*
I ran near Kristian as fast as I could, my breath was heavy which really didn't help much now that I was worried. I put my index and middle finger to her neck to check for a pulse and sighed in relief when I found there was one. And that's when I noticed a small pool of blood around her head.
"Shit." I cursed under my breath and quickly pulled out my phone to call the emergency line. I stood up to look for a sign that might indicate where we are.
"9-1-1 emergency, please hold." The lady on the other end spoke. Hold? I can't hold, my BEST friend's life is at risk here, and she's asking me to hold?
"No, I'm sorry I can't hold…this is probably a real emergency unlike the other calls you're getting, my daughter here has fainted while running and hit her head pretty hard, her pulse is slight and weak and there's a pool of blood around her head, her life is at risk here and you want me to hold because there's probably some old lady calling you about her cat being stuck in a tree?" Pipe Bomb! I heard the officer on the other line sigh heavily.
"Sir, what's your location?" she asked, I smiled slightly at how she chose not to question my aggression and my disrespect towards an officer.
"Central Park in New York City." I said
"An ambulance will be on its way." She spoke before ending the call. I ended the call and pocketed my phone with a sigh and sat down next to Kristian's unconscious body. She looked almost lifeless, her chest rarely rose and fell, and that small pool of blood around her head grew about an inch bigger. About ten minutes later I heard the sound of sirens growing closer, and quickly stood up when I saw the ambulance cut through the grass. The truck stopped right in front of me and 2 EMT's stepped out of the back of the truck. One was short and young looking, he reminded me of Evan Bourne, and the other was tall and built almost intimidating. They took out a stretcher and walked to Kristian's almost lifeless body, taking a few minutes to examine her before hosting her up and strapping her on to the stretcher.
"I'm coming" I said as the EMT's loaded Kristian and themselves onto the truck. The younger one looked me up and down before turning to the older looking man.
"Sorry, only relative's can ride on the truck." Said the older one, I laughed slightly
"I'm her father sir, I AM her relative." I said, the old man looked at me up and down, the younger one laughed like I just said the funniest joke in the world.
"Joseph stop laughing, get in sir." The older more serious one said, nodded and hopped in the back of the truck and took a seat next to Kristian, taking her hand in mind and squeezing life into it (hee hee, see what I did there…I'm clever with words…that's why I'm the best in the world.) as the truck rolled away towards the nearest hospital.
*Kristian's POV*
I opened my eye's just to close them back up to keep the blinding light out of them. I brung my arm up to use as a shield, I reopened my eye's and looked around. I was in a white room and the light's bounced off the walls making the room glow. Whose bright idea was it to put light's in a white room anyway? I raised my arm a little more only to be pulled back down by something attached to my arm. I turned my head to the left and saw it was connected to a tube, and the tube was connected to a bag of blood and water, and next to those was that little machine to check your heart. I turned my head to the right and saw some one sitting in the chair next to a window, fast asleep…or at least he looked asleep. I squinted my eyes to see who it was and quickly realized it was Cena.
"Cena…" I said, my voice was dry and cracked, I sounded like a frog. Cena's head turned over towards me and faster than I could blink an eye I was embraced in a warm hug.
"Oh my god, Kris I thought I lost you for a moment." He said into my shoulders I could feel them getting wet which only meant he was crying. "Promise me you would never do that again." I raised my right arm and wrapped it around his neck and buried my face into his neck.
"I promise." I said patting his back, he moved away from me and wiped his red eyes with the back of his hand. It looked as if he cried for days, because his cheeks were stained red, and really puffy. I looked around the room once more, examining the placement of every piece of equipment, and letting the beep of the heart monitor take over the room.
"Where am I" I asked breaking the long silence in the room. Cena looked up from the ground looked and my eyes and sighed.
"The hospital, Phil told me you fainted while you were running and hit your head." He sighed again and wiped his eyes. "When he called me I freaked out and rushed here as fast as I could…I almost AA'd the doctor because they wouldn't let me see you."
I groaned and threw my hands in the air out of frustration "I hate hospitals!"
"I know but where else would you go for the medical attention you needed, anyway the rest of the guys are here, they're just down in the waiting room…waiting." He said I nodded and turned my head towards the door. I wonder how everybody else is doing…I wonder if they're just as scared as Cena…I wonder if John's here. I closed my eyes from the sharp throbbing pain I got from my head, making a light hissing sound and sitting up straight. Cena rushed over to me and pushed me back down on the bed.
"Stay down, I'll go get you some water and tell the other guy's you're up.'" He said walking towards the door, "Don't sit back up until I come back." And with that he was out the door. I remained on the bed looking up at the ceiling, trying to remember how I got in here the 1st place. I brung my hand up to scratch my head and realized it was bandaged.
"What…happened?" I thought to myself. The door slammed open making me jump out of fear, and making the heart monitor go wild.
"Oi, I'm sorry Kris Kross I didn't mean to scare ya." A heavily Irish accent said. I looked towards the door and saw Stephan, Punk, Randy and Adam standing in the door way. For a moment my heart stopped as I noticed John wasn't even in the room, nor was he with the rest of them. I quickly shook the feeling away, smiled and sat up a little, ignoring the order Cena gave me earlier.
"It's ok, I was just lost in thought I guess." I laughed weakly. Adam pushed through the crowd and ran towards me, embracing me in the biggest hug I've ever gotten from him in a year.
"Kris! I'm so glad you're ok, you had me really worried about you." He said into my shoulder, "I drove all the way from Asheville to get to you, I called mom who is now just as worried." He pulled away held my shoulders and looked straight in my eyes. "Look, Kris I love you and I don't want to lose my baby sister just because of an accident like this." I nodded, pulling him back in for another hug and rubbed his back softly.
"I love you too Ada," I pulled away smiling and looked into his eyes "Besides, I don't think you'll lose me anytime soon. Trust me on that one." He laughed and kissed my cheek stepping out of the way so Randy and the others could have a good look at me.
"Don't you ever and I mean EVER scare us like that again." Randy said patting my leg "Got it baby girl?" I nodded once again.
"I understand Daddy Randy, I'm sorry I scared the quote on quote fearless Viper." I smiled, he laughed and hugged me.
"I'm glad you're alive, I love you just as much as I love Alanna so the way I feel right now is the way I'll feel if this was to happen to her." He said pulling away, and patted my leg again
"Aaaw, guys I made the big bad Viper go soft!" I teased laughing when I saw the ridiculously funny face Randy was making at the moment.
"But we seriously thought you were a goner for a second." Punk said, "Do me a favor NEVER try to push yourself while running like that again?" I nodded, watching him step to the side where the window was and look out of it. I heard him sigh heavily and I felt tears fill my eyes; I really made these guys worried about me. What was so serious that I had to push myself by running? I blinked a couple a times to erase the tears. Just then I felt the bed dip near my legs, I turned my attention towards my legs and found Cena smiling and holding a bottle of water in one hand and a soda in the other.
"Hey, I told you not to sit up until I got back." He said untwisting the cap on the water bottle and handing it to me. I took 3 large gulps which polished off the whole bottle and handed it back to Cena.
"Well, all of these guys came in I just couldn't resist sitting up." I said while wiping my mouth with the back of my hand. John smiled and stood to throw out the bottle. My head started to pound again, but this time it felt like my brain was going to break through my skull and spill out all over the bed…which now that I think about it would be pretty epic. I squeezed my eyes shut and fell back on the pillow, seeking nothing but comfort.
"I got you now" It growled, sounding oh so familiar. Before I knew it I was swept up in its muscular arms and being taken back into the direction I came from. I thrashed, kicked, and cried trying my best to get out of ITs hold.
"RANDY! JOHN! PUNK! STEPHAN! ADAM! LISTEN TO ME, HELP! HEEEEEEEEEEELP!" I attempted to scream; hoping that one of them would hear me, one of them would read my lips and come to the rescues.
I instantly opened my eyes and shot up in the bed. The room was surprisingly dark, and quiet. I looked around and saw that everybody but Cena (Who was sleeping in the chair) was gone. The equipment in the room beeped loudly beside me, and my head was still slightly pounding. How long have I closed my eyes for? And that dream…why was it so…familiar and most of all real? Why did that thing look a lot like John? A hint of light came into the room, and the door opened fully reviling a nurse with bandages in one hand and a tray of supplies pulling along side.
"Oh, good you're up." She smiled turning on the bigger light in the room "I'm just going to change your bandages here you had them on for 4 days now." My eyes widened, I've been here for 4 days? I've been unconscious, lifeless even for 4 days? I felt my heart slamming against my chest, and my breath started to come in short.
"Ma'am I need you to calm down, please it's not that bad…I'll wake your boyfriend up for you." I started to reject Cena being my boyfriend but with the pace of my heart and with hardly any breath I just kept my mouth shut and nodded. The nurse quickly stalked over to John and shook him awake, informing him why she was here and the panic attack I'm having at the moment. Just as fast as I was John shot up out of the chair and rushed over to me, taking my hand and holding it tight.
"Kris, calm down listen to me," He started to move into the bed, I scooted over so he could sit on it next to me. He wrapped his arms around me and started to rock back and forth "I know, I know…let her change your bandages and we could talk about it later" His voice was soft and caring, but also dry and cracked from sleep. I slowly calmed down and rested my head on his shoulder breathing in his scent. Minutes pasted before I was fully back to my normal state of mind, my breathing was regulated and my heart rate was back to normal. John pulled away and looked down at me.
"So, are you ok now?" He asked, I nodded my head slowly as he got off of the bed and stood besides me, taking my hand in his once again. The nurse got the materials ready and smiled when she saw I was completely calm.
"Thank you for your help sir." She smiled at John, who showed off his dimpled smile
"It's what I do best." He responded. The nurse chuckled and started to unwrap the old cloth off of my head. She dropped the bloody old bandages in the trash, as she grabbed what looked like ointment and squirted a great amount in her hand.
"This might sting a little but just try to keep it calm and relax for me." She said as she started to dab the cream on my head. It stung, it was worst than that time I burned myself with my straighteners. This felt like my whole head was on fire, like it was burning a hole straight through my skin and possibly through my skull. I squeezed John's hand as tight as I could and hissed. She suddenly moved her hand way from my hand to grab the bandages. Slowly she wrapped the bandage on my head, stopping every few seconds to make sure it's securely tightened. She stepped back to appreciate her 'work of art' and smiled in satisfaction.
"All done," She said as she started to clean up her station "The doctor will be in early in the morning to runs a few test, so rest up." She moved towards the door and turned to look at us, with one last smile she closed the door shut. I started at the door, as if I was expecting someone to come in. I heard aloud yawn from beside me and I turned around and gave John a questionable stare.
"What? I'm tired." He said as he let go of my hand and stretched, "I'm going back to sleep, we can talk about your little panic attack tomorrow ok?" he turned and walked towards the chair he was previously sleeping in and sat on it positioning himself and shifting to find a comfortable resting position. Eventually he found one and closed his eyes with a yawn. I continued to stare at him, wondering if he was the one who stayed with me these past few days, or did the other guys switch off with him, but then again when I saw the rest of them they seemed like they haven't seen me in years. Maybe they just came back every day and spent the visiting hours with me…a very…lifeless me that is. Wait what about their jobs? Did they hold off or somehow convinced Hunter or Vince to give them extra days off? And where was John this whole time? Was he even waiting with the group or did he just ignore that fact that I was hospitalized, I'm pretty sure Punk, Randy, or Stephan to him I was here.
"You know it's hard to sleep with you staring at me?" I jumped at the sudden sound of Johns voice, and shook my head to come out of my thoughts.
"Sorry…I was lost in thought…I didn't mean to stare at you." I tried my best to explain myself, but it seemed like a bunch of jibber jabber coming out of my mouth. I stopped talking completely, John chuckled softy. "Sleep with me." I blabbed out. John stopped chuckling and opened his eyes slowly, staring at me with a raised eye brow.
"No! Not like that! I'm with John I could never cheat on him…and I had this weird dream earlier and I'm scared out of my life here…look around I'm in a hospital!" I spoke throwing my arms in the hair to show that I'm in hospitalized. "What I mean is you can sleep in the bed with me….right" I scooted over to make enough space for him, "Here" I said.
He stared at me with confusion but stood up and stalked towards the bed. He hesitated before taking the spot on the bed I made for him. He turned his back towards me and lay on his arm, but stayed quiet for a long time.
"Thanks." I heard him mumble; I laid down and turned my back towards his.
"Your welcome," I yawned and slowly drifted to sleep. For the 1st time today I can truly say I slept soundly, and that dream I had earlier didn't come back rushing to me like a repressed memory that's trying to become noticed again. With Cena on the other side of the bed I feel more safe than I've ever been, even if he doesn't have his arms wrapped up around me. I was safe, and that's all that mattered.