Alright I think that this is my first WWE story on this site. I have it posted on Waattpad and on Mibba, so if you think that you've seen this before, you probably have. I do not own the WWE, or any of it's properties. I do not own any real people, places or things mentioned. All trademarks and copyrights belong to their respective owners. The following events are fictitious and even real events and people are being used in a fictitious manner. This story will contain foul language, mature themes, and mentions of mental illness as well as physical injury and chronic illness. Read at your own discretion, and do not waste you're time to lecture me on why I shouldn't say fuck so much. I think that's all. Enjoy.
"Hello, Doll."
"What're you doing here?" I asked, smiling up at Jon.
"Little birdy told me that you were getting discharged today," he said.
"So you flew from Las Vegas to Kansas?"
"What? Can't I be nice?"
"You can? You seem to be quite nice, to me at least. I'm just surprised," I said.
"You still haven't figured it out, I see."
"Figured out what?"
"That's for me to know and for you to find out," he said.
I rolled my eyes.
"You just come from the airport?" I asked, seeing the bag over his shoulder.
"No. Hotel." He swug the bag around, so that it was hanging normally and not behind him. I was mine.
"Feel better if you can't see it?" I asked, seeing my blue and purple plaid bag.
"Exactly," he mumbled.
I smirked. "If it helps, I think you look pretty with it."
"Because every guys wants a hot chick to tell him that he looks pretty."
"A hot chick huh?"
"Doll, you can't honestly tell me that you don't know that you're attractive."
"First time that you've said anything about it."
"I just call 'em like I see 'em."
"You barely said a word to me in the first year and a half since you met me."
He shrugged
"Can I ask what was with the sudden change of heart?"
He shrugged again.
I sighed, rolling my eyes. I took my bag from him.
"It's discharge day!" my day nurse, Carol, said, entering the room.
Carol was a really nice lady, but she was annoying as fuck and I was about thirty seconds away from punching her in the face.
Obviously Jon noticed this, because he stepped back and started smirking.
"Who is this?" she asked.
"This is Jon."
"He's cute," she said.
"I guess so," I said.
"You're mean," Jon said.
"So we're going to take out the IV, then you can get dressed and get to work on those discharge papers."
"Sweet sweet freedom," I said, once I stood up out of the wheel chair outside.
I inhaled, happy to smell something other than hospital. John chuckled, still shouldering my bag.
"It's not funny," I told him. "I spent years in a hospital. It's like fucking prison. You know who wants to go to prison? No one. You know who wants to go back to the hospital? No one. Where the hell are we going anyway?" I asked.
"Well, we're going to stay at a hotel tonight, and then tomorrow, we fly to Miami."
"We?" I asked.
"I could use a vacation," he said with a shrug.
