Disclaimer: I don't own or claim ownership to any WWE Talent.
Rated: M
Warnings: slash, language, etc.


February 28, 2013

"The swelling has gone down completely," Chris' doctor informed him. Phil watched as Chris' face lit up in a huge smile.

"How long until I'm cast-free?" Chris asked, excited.

"Your leg appears to have started to heal, so my best guess would be five or six weeks. I'm positive you'll have it off before April."

"Thank you, Doctor," Chris said, still smiling. He led Phil out of the room and to the receptionist's desk to schedule another appointment. Once he had done so, they went out to Phil's car.

"Do you want to go anywhere?" Phil asked, sliding into the driver's seat. Chris shook his head.

"Actually, I want to go take a nap for once. I'm exhausted."

"Fair enough," Phil said, starting the ignition and starting off home. Once they were home, Chris made a beeline for his room.

"I'm going to go on a jog," Phil told him before grabbing his coat and phone and heading out the door.


CHRIS

He started to have flashbacks, or memories, or whatever you wanted to call it, three nights ago. He was sitting in his bed with his leg propped up when he instantly remembered every moment, every detail of the accident. He hadn't had a chance to call Jay to ask, but he was pretty sure it was accurate. It was too detailed to not be real.

"Let's go home now," Chris slurred to Jay. Jay hiccupped once before he jammed his keys into his car. "Phil and Adam are – hic! – waiting for us."

"Slow your… calm down your… slow your horses down," Jay said nonsensically. However, in Chris' drunken state of a mind, this made sense.

"No, you slow down your horses," he shot back before fumbling around for his seatbelt. He grasped onto it and managed to buckle himself in in less than two minutes.

"Are you ready, slow ass?" Jay asked. His eyes were fluttering shut periodically, most likely from exhaustion, as he switched the car into drive. He gripped the steering wheel tight, now vividly aware of how drunk he was.

"Bet you can't get this old piece of shit over eighty," Chris taunted from the passenger's seat. Taking that as a personal challenge against his car, Jay pushed down on the gas pedal, making sure it kept contact with the floor of the car. His hands must have been sweaty, because they slipped for a mere moment before the car skidded off course and went careening towards a guard rail.

"Be careful!" Chris warned him, trying to grab onto the steering wheel. Jay slapped his hands and tried to wrestle him off, all the while still keeping the pedal to the metal. Together, they veered off the road and hit a telephone pole. Having had the wind knocked out of him forcefully, Chris coughed loudly a few times and found blood on his hand. Then he passed out.

A few random memories were scattered in, most of which involving Phil in some way. In fact, the only memory not directly involving Phil was the one of the accident.

Chris hadn't told Phil, or anybody for that matter, about his memories. He didn't really feel like telling anybody about them, so why bother mentioning they were occurring? He was fighting a huge personal battle with himself trying to not get creepy with Phil. He was his friend, for Christ's sakes. He shouldn't be thinking about him in the ways he had been lately.

Unknown to Chris, he'd be hit hard with a dose of reality before April came around.


March 2, 2013

Chris finally decided to call Jay to ask him about the accident. Jay confirmed everything that Chris told him.

"Are you getting your memory back, man?" Jay asked.

"I don't know," Chris murmured, confused with everything. "I hope I am, though."

"Yeah, I hope so too, Chris," Jay told him. "Look, I gotta go to PT right now. I'll talk to you later, okay?"

"Sure, Jay, I'll see you soon."

Chris hung up his phone and let his head fall into his hands. He rubbed his closed eyes with the pads of his thumbs roughly before letting out a soft groan.

Chris looked at himself in the mirror and fixed his hair until it looked just right.

"I can do this," he told himself with confidence. He let out a nervous sigh and shook his jittery body a few times to relieve some of the tension wound tight in his muscles.

Chris left the room and approached Adam and Jay. The young couple was sitting on his couch, waiting patiently for Chris to tell them his huge news.

"Guys, I know I've been keeping you waiting long, and I apologize," Chris began slowly. "It's just, I don't know, I'm nervous about telling you two is all."

"We're your best friends, Chris," Jay told him lightly. "You can tell us anything."

Adam nodded his head in agreement. "Yeah, Chris; anything you tell us will be kept strictly confidential. You don't have to worry about telling us."

Chris let out a long, shaky sigh before he parted his lips open gently to tell his friends.

"I'm gay."

Chris jolted with a start with this memory. It was so tangible, he felt as though if he reached his hand out, he'd be able to touch this younger-looking Chris and feel the cotton of his t-shirt on his fingertips. With a shaky sigh, Chris got out of bed and hobbled into the bathroom.

"Who are you?" Chris mumbled to himself softly. "I'm not gay, nor am I in love with my best friend. What is up with my brain?"

With a final sigh, Chris left the bathroom and retreated back into his bedroom. He crawled under his blankets and admitted defeat, allowing himself to fall into a deep slumber.


Phil passed by Chris' room and noticed the older man asleep again. With a quiet sigh, he gently shut the door. Lately Chris had been sleeping much more and had seemed so preoccupied with his own thoughts he could barely communicate with him anymore. Not knowing where to turn, he decided to call Adam.

"Hey, Phil! How's it going?" Adam asked once he answered his phone.

"It's alright," Phil answered. "Listen, have you heard anything from Chris lately, perhaps on how he's feeling?"

"No," Adam said truthfully. "Why, is he not feeling well?"

"I'm not sure," Phil said. "He seems depressed and so preoccupied with his mind he can scarcely function. I was hoping maybe he called you, but I guess not. Thanks anyway, Adam."

"No problem, Phil. Call if you need anything."

"I will," Phil promised before he hung up.

Later that day, Phil was relaxing on the couch watching TV when Chris came into the room tiredly and sat down next to him.

"How are you feeling?" Phil asked gently.

With a yawn, Chris shrugged. "I have a question, though. It's kind of awkward, so if you don't feel like answering, just hit me upside the head or something."

Phil snorted. "Uh, okay. What is it?"

Without meeting his glance even remotely, Chris asked very quietly, "How did you find out you were gay?"

Phil's eyes widened in surprise before he answered, "I'm not sure, Chris. I just knew. It was never something I really questioned; I just knew that's who I was early on. Why?"

"Oh, no reason," Chris said casually before turning his attention to the TV. He never spoke of the matter again.


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