Hello peoples! I'm back! Sorry for the delay, I just needed a little break, therefore this story wasn't the only one that got put on haiatus for about a week and a half. lol! I hope you forgive me and enjoy!
HAPPY READING! XOXO-Erika
"Has she contacted him within the past few weeks maybe?" a voice asked. That was the first thing I heard when I regained some sort of consciousness.
"Not that I know of. She actually despises the man," Phil said. I felt a pressure on my hand, as if someone was holding it.
I opened my eyes to find that I was in a hospital bed, and Phil, Kofi, and Vince McMahon himself were watching me.
"Hey sunshine, you're finally awake," Kofi said, smiling from the chair he was sitting at.
"Hey," I said, my voice scratchy.
"Thank god you're awake. I thought I was gonna live here in the hospital," Phil said beside me, squeezing my hand. He had been the one doing that holding? Hm.
"How ya feeling Sporto?" Vince asked me. He was looking very business like as always.
"As best as I can in a damn hospital, sir," I said, smiling a little at him.
He laughed. "I don't particularly like these places either. But lets get down to business."
I looked over at Phil questioningly. He honestly looked like crap. The bags under his eyes were no surprise, but his hair was disheveled, and he looked like he had been sleeping in his clothes for days.
"How long have I been here?" I asked quietly.
"Roughly four days," Phil answered.
I scowled. "And your stubborn ass hasn't left have you?"
I got laughs from both Vince and Kofi, while Phil just smirked. "You know it."
I rolled my eyes. "You were saying Vince?"
"I'm giving both of you a couple of weeks off. Since you don't have any serious family that'll take care of you, I'm ordering in the next best thing," Vince managed after he stopped chuckling.
My jaw dropped. This was the last thing I wanted. "I can take care of myself."
"Not with two broken ribs and a fractured collarbone," Phil growled at me.
"So, Phil here is going to watch over you," Vince said. "You do have paid leave too."
I sighed, causing me to wince from the pain that came from my chest.
"Fine," I said. "But we're going to your house."
He grinned. "I counted on you saying that."
Well I regret those words now. I was now sitting on the leather sofa in Phil's condo in Chicago, arguing with Scott, or Colt Cabana, about which movie to watch.
I had stayed in the hospital for three more days before the doctors let me out of that hellhole. We ended up driving from Portland to Chicago, since I didn't feel like facing a crowd at the airport. Everyone, and I mean everyone knew about what happened. They didn't know the dirty details, but that didn't stop them from asking as I was unwillingly wheeled from the hospital to the rental that Phil had gotten us for the long drive.
We arrived in Chicago late in the night and Phil called Scott from the car, telling him to come down and help us with our bags. We had waited a few minutes before he buzzed us in and he came trudging down the stairs.
"So this is the little beauty that Phil always talks about?" he said. I blushed. He was actually kind of good looking, and the fact that he was complimenting me in such a horrid state was kind of nice.
"Back off there Casanova," Phil said, throwing our bags at him with a loud thud.
"Nova, this is Scott, or Colt, whatever you choose to call him, he doesn't care," Phil introduced as we walked over to the elevator.
"As long as it's not Asswipe, or Buttmunch, or something like that," Scott retorted.
I rolled my eyes. "Where do I sleep?" I asked. I was beyond exhausted.
Phil smiled at me and told me to follow him to my room.
So now, I was sitting here, debating on whether or not we should watch The Dark Knight, or Dracula.
Phil had gone out to get Chinese food, and left us by ourselves. I quickly learned that Scott was a jokester, and could hardly ever be taken seriously.
"I say we watch the Dark Knight," he pouted, poking his lip out.
"Dracula is way better," I argued, unwilling like hell to even think about giving up.
"Phil isn't going to agree with you," he said in a sing song voice. I put my hands on my hips.
"Oh really now?" I asked.
He shook his head. "Phil's been my best friend for years. He would so choose me over you, in a heart beat."
I narrowed my eyes at him…
PHIL POV
I had just gotten back from Mon Lung, the restaurant, with our food and was walking down the hall when I suddenly heard Scott screaming like a girl. I practically sprinted down the hall, nearly dropping the food in the process.
I almost beat down the door, only to see Scott in the floor, being held in a Crippler Crossface by Nova, who was trying like hell not to laugh.
"Say it Scottie, it's just a couple of words," she cooed at him.
"What the hell is going on here?" I yelled, gaining both of their attention.
"Oh thank god," Scottie said, well, mumbled since he was still in the Crossface. "This chick is fucking crazy Phil! Get her off me!"
I tried and failed like hell not to laugh at his pained/terrified expression. I shook my head and tugged Nova from Scott and set her gently back on the couch. I saw her wince as she sat back, holding her ribs.
I scowled at her and turned back to Scott, who looked like he had been in a car wreck.
"What did you do?"
"Me? I didn't do anything! We were just arguing over what movie to watch and she suddenly attacked me like a wild banshee!" he exclaimed.
"You lying hoe!" Nova claimed from behind me. "You said Phil would choose you over me anytime. THAT'S what set me off you big jackwagon!"
I rubbed the bridge of my nose, feeling a headache coming on. "Both of you just shut up and eat your damn food."
I heard a humph come from the both of them and I gave Nova her sweet and sour chicken.
"So," Scott said after a minute of silent eating. "The Dark Knight or Dracula?"
I thought about it for a second. "Dracula," I said, shoving half of an eggroll in my mouth.
Scott groaned and I noticed Nova had a look of triumph on her face.
NOVA POV
Once the movie was over, it was like eleven thirty. I was bone tired and my ribs were killing me.
"Why don't you just take the medicine the doctor gave you? You know it doesn't bother me," Phil pestered. Scottie had already gone to bed, claiming he had an interview with some online reporter in the morning.
"Because, I told you already," I told him, laying my head on his leg. "You rubbed off on me and I can take a little pain. I have suffered worse you know."
I looked over at the television, watching as Jerry outsmarted Tom for the umpteenth time. "Stubbornass," Phil mumbled.
I smirked and continued watching tv. I'm not sure when, but Phil had began playing with my hair and by him doing that, I eventually fell asleep.
PHIL POV
I shook my head as she turned and watched the cartoons she insisted on when Dracula was over.
With her head in my lap, it was like the devil himself was cursing me. I eventually had to think of Scott wearing a thong to get the erection threatening to arise to go down.
I knew she was in pain, and it was partially my fault. If I hadn't paraded around in the ring after the show was over, I could've gone out in time and that Kevin asshole would've never laid a finger on her.
Once security and the cops arrived upon the scene, Kevin was taken away in a cruiser, while I stood back and let the paramedics do their job on Nova. I rode with her all the way to the hospital, praying that she was alright. I knew she had been running on adrenaline during the whole fight, and that was the only way she was even able to get up and pull me off the fucker and calm me down.
When that girl was in my arms, all I could think about was killing Kevin for what he had done to her. And I realized I would do it again in a heartbeat.
I absentmindedly ran my fingers through her hair as I processed all of this. I noticed her breathing mellowed out and she was asleep. I didn't mind, especially if I got to see her like this.
Her face was so innocent when she was sleeping. The constant on edge look from her eyes disappeared behind her petal-soft eyelids. She was an angel, sent to me from whatever kind of God there was out there. Whether I deserved her or not was a different story entirely.
She shifted after a few minutes, and then she did something that caught my surprise.
"Phil," she murmured, turning to her side and snuggling her face into my stomach.
I felt a corner of my mouth twitch as I watched her sink back into sleep. I was going to have to tell her sooner or later. But I wasn't sure how. I contemplated this over in my head as I shut my eyes and willed myself to sleep.
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