Chapter 10 – The razor's edge.
Randy Orton and John Cena went to the hospital the moment they heard. Ray was waiting for them in waiting room. "What happened? What's going on?" John asked with great worry.
Ray sighed as he turned to the two men. "Punk kept a straight edge blade with him, along with Luke. They got him good…" He paused.
"They shaved Kane?" Orton asked.
"More like carved him, three slashes across his face" Ray muttered lowly. His voice completely left him the moment the Undertaker walked out of the operating room. He looked to the three men, yet said nothing. Instead, he sat in silence as Randy went to talk to a nurse.
"My friend was just in surgery, is everything ok?" he asked.
The nurse took a deep breath and warned him that his friend was disfigured. "The cuts went in deep, I had never seen such damage done before. He won't have a normal face again, then again not many could survive such trauma," she explained. "Heaven only knows what that poor soul is going through right now, not to mention what life will be like when he wakes again"
Orton nodded and thanked her for the time. He went back and looked to the Deadman. "You going to beat yourself up over this?" he demanded.
Taker only glared at him, the four men were silent until another visitor came in to the hospital. Bret Hart. "Damn, are you following us?"
Bret however glared at Orton and turned to the Undertaker. "You and I have been through hell and back. You were there for me. It's about time I return the favor. Now, what's happened?" Bret was quickly brought up to speed and only nodded to the events that occurred. He asked Randy and Cena to go back to the arena. He would stay with the Undertaker.
Once the two men left, Ray took his leave as well. He couldn't help but feel responsible for what happened to Kane, and wondered if there was a way to make it up to him.
When they were left alone, Bret looked into the eyes of a very upset Undertaker. Neither one spoke. Yet the Hitman knew to pick his words carefully. The Deadman was in a volatile state. He could be friends one moment and punch your face the next.
Bret reached into his jacket and passed him a small package. "I think this will be of some use, and let me tell you this. If that Punk shows his face on my show… there will be hell to pay!"
"He won't have a face, like what he did to my brother, I will be sure of it!" Taker growled lowly.
Bret however disagreed. "He is the same man as before, he will just be more pissed than ever. That isn't going to stop him. What Straight Edge did, is give him fuel to continue on. He has something to hunt now"
Taker looked to the package once more, he pulled back some of the wrapping and smiled to what little was revealed. "You always did know what I was thinking, Bret"
The Hitman only smiled. "I say we wait until he wakes up, then let him go from there. Luckily there's an easy way to know when he's awake"
"Yeah, you watch everyone run and scream away from his room"