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Beth was stunned into silence for a moment, she could see Randy attempting to take in his surroundings. She wasn't sure if he had realised what he had said in his half-conscious state or not. Leaning forward Beth took hold of Randy's shoulder and helped him sit up slightly.
"Randy it's me Beth." The blonde said as Randy blinked his eyes a few times and looked more directly at her. He seemed confused for a moment, disorientated it was to be expected, but there was another look there, thinly veiled by the mask of uncertainty. Beth knew Randy well enough now to note the disappointment in the man's eyes.
"Beth, what happened?" he asked finally and against her better judgement Beth decided to ignore Randy's opening plea for his former girlfriend, choosing instead to move on to what had happened to him as far as they knew. Getting John on the phone she called him up to Randy's room, letting them all know that he had woken up and seemed for all intense and purposes just like his old self.
The others happiness at Randy's recovery was unbridled, blissfully unaware of what Randy had called out at the moment of awakening from his long slumber, they clamoured around him. Asking how he was, how he felt, Randy looked kind of tired and a bit annoyed at the same time. Beth stood back and watched them. Randy's family, John and herself, the closest people he had all there with him, except for one obvious exception, and the hole she had left had never been more obvious to Beth than it was right now.
Mickie woke up alone, and shivering beneath the duvet, she had forgotten to turn on the heating after getting back last night. Simply falling in to an almost coma as soon as her head had hit the pillow. Martin had merely bid her good night and practically closed the door on her as she stood there and waited for an explanation to his behaviour. Mickie could have dealt with shouting, anger, and even rejection, but this silence was leaving her in a kind of limbo and she didn't like it one bit.
Pulling the duvet over her head her thoughts once Again turned to Randy and she wondered how he was doing. The urge to ring the hospital to find out was the thing that finally drove Mickie out of her bed. Rushing to the fireplace she turned it on. Standing there for a moment letting the low flames warm her still shivering body, Mickie raised her hands to the fire and rubbed them together. Knowing she could not stand there all day, that she still had to go to work at least, Mickie went back into the hall and turned on the central heating. It would take it at least half an hour to warm the flat fully.
Mickie decided to warm up the fastest way possible and grabbing a towel out of the cupboard she went into the bathroom. Peeling off her clothes Mickie placed her hand under the spray until she could almost no longer stand the heat. Climbing in quickly she winced at first at the almost scalding heat of the water. Letting her muscles relax finally as she got used to the temperature Mickie stopped shivering. Closing her eyes her mind fought with images of Randy laying in that hospital bed, and Martin's hurt face in the car. Opening her eyes quickly Mickie placed some shampoo in her hand and began washing her hair. Thinking that maybe this wasn't the best idea she had ever had.
Getting out of the shower not ten minutes after she had got in it Mickie dried herself off quickly and went back into her bedroom. As she got dressed she looked down at her phone on the night stand. It looked up at her innocently, not knowing what power it had. Mickie had every intention of calling the hospital when she had woken, but now her resolve to do so had crumbled along with her infamous sprit. Catching a glimpse of herself in the mirror Mickie realised for the first time she did not like who she was becoming.
The once feisty diva had turned into what amounted to a coward, not a physical one oh no she would still put up a fight when it came to competing in the ring, but an emotional one. The indecisiveness she had about the two men in her life seemed to have a knock on effect. Every decision she made she second guessed. Every thought seemed to be the wrong choice, and it was Mickie and Mickie alone who could decide.
Throwing down the towel and pulling her hair still wet up into a pony tail Mickie snatched up her phone and headed towards the hall way. She knew if she was going to start taking control of her life again, it would have to start here, in England. America could wait for now after all it wasn't going anywhere soon.
Randy had remembered hearing Mickie's voice. He was sure of it, but now as the day wore on and Beth nor any of the others mentioned her visiting he began to question it himself. He had either dreamed it, or it had simply been Beth talking and he had just imagined it was Mickie. Somehow though that explanation didn't sit well with him. He would know Mickie's voice anywhere, he had heard it through the entire spectrum of emotions and as his family asked him questions and John smiled at him, Randy glanced at Beth. She was looking somewhat nervous like she didn't belong here. Or more to the point, like she was not the person he had been expecting. Guilt was written all over her face and her body language suggested to Randy that she had something she wanted to confess to him.
Deciding that this was not the right time to ask her Randy tuned back into what his dad was saying and he made sure he nodded and answered in all the right places. His thoughts however were on what had happened while he had been in a coma. Some of it seemed as clear as day, his parents voices asking him to wake up. John telling him that everyone sent their best wishes, and Beth quoting some old poem he didn't recognise. Other things seemed impossible, like Mickie being here and telling him she didn't deserve him and saying goodbye. Taking a deep breath and closing his eyes he heard John ask him if he was tired and Randy managed to nod slightly and that seemed to do the trick.
Eventually he was left alone in his sterile room and not feeling tired at all Randy opened his eyes once more and stared up at the celling. It was white and exactly the same as the walls, it also offered him no clue as to what had really happened or what he should do. Feeling like he wanted to punch the mattress Randy held back knowing it would probably hurt. Turning over onto his side Randy looked at the wall opposite him and noticed the clock on the night stand. It read five to ten, he was pretty sure that it was night, as the curtains in his room were closed, but it was disorientating none the less not to be totally sure.
Knowing it would be mid-afternoon in England he wondered just what Mickie would be up to right now.
"Probably with him." Randy said bitterly to himself, as a slight noise behind him almost sent him into a heart attack.
"Shit Beth you scared the hell out of me." Randy said turning onto his opposite side. The blonde was perched in the corner of his room, hidden by the shadows the closed curtains provided.
"Sorry, but I had to tell you Randy, when you woke up, you called Mickie's name, did you hear her when you were asleep?" Beth asked cautiously as she moved back into the light and looked down at him. She made no move to sit in the chair, or to touch him. Randy nodded, not wanting to sound like a crazy person if she in fact had not been here.
"She was here Randy, she came to see you, she came the first night this happened, just jumped on a plane and was here." Beth said still unmoving from her position hovering over Randy's bed. The position was making Randy feel slightly uncomfortable. Sitting up made him feel better even though it did pull on the stiches around his stomach.
"I take it by her absence now, she left." Randy said the bitterness barely hidden in his voice made Beth wince slightly. It had been hard to tell him, but even harder not to. When everyone had left his room, Beth had come back in to watch him sleep, it didn't take long before she realised he was in fact awake and thinking about things. His muttered words about Mickie had been the final straw and she had to speak up. Beth knew it would hurt him that she had left, but the fact that she had come in the first place also told them something.
"She still cares for you Randy, and believe me I am angry at her for leaving, but I think she just felt like she shouldn't be here, that she didn't have the right anymore." Beth said and Randy nodded he supposed he could understand. It didn't stop it from hurting though. He had wanted nothing more than to open his eyes and see her smiling face. What came out of his mouth though was in total opposition to his thoughts.
"Maybe then it is for the best."
Mickie pounded on Martin's door for a few moments before the flustered looking Brit opened up and looked down at her. Hair still wet, no makeup and dressed only in a simple pair of jeans and big baggy jumper. Mickie was sure she looked a sight. She didn't care right now though, she was not going out on stage to perform, she wasn't going on a date. She had no one left to impress, and she decided if she had waited to get changed and dry her hair she would have not kept hold of the courage that she possessed right now.
"We need to talk." Mickie said pushing past Martin who looked slightly stunned as he closed the door behind them and watched as Mickie made her way through into the living room. She had said nothing else upon her arrival and Martin had no choice but to follow her. He had taken in her appearance and decided that whatever Mickie had decided she had made the decision quickly and had come straight here. Shivering like it was cold in the room, when it was actually pretty warm Martin looked at Mickie leaning on the fire place as she looked around the room. Her eyes finally settling on his own.
"I need to know Martin, I need to know if you love me." Mickie said not knowing what she was hoping for with his answer, but knowing it wouldn't really change anything. Martin stood there for a moment thinking about the question, it was something he had thought long and hard about, but as yet had not worked up the courage to say out loud.
"I think I do yes." He said his voice quite but assured. Mickie couldn't say honestly that she was surprised. She had known for a long time that Martin had deep feelings for her. She even suspected he had had a crush on her before she had even come to work for him. But maybe it should have remained that, a fantasy. Martin was in love with Mickie James the wrestler. And Mickie James the woman was in love with Randy Orton. There was no escaping it now, and even not knowing whether he was going to live Mickie knew it in the bottom of her heart.
Hearing Martin say he loved her, and feeling no more than a flicker of flattery Mickie sighed slightly. She realised she had been silent for some time and Martin was looking somewhat nervous.
"I am sorry Martin, but me and you, us it can't happen, I am still in love with Randy, I think I always was. Hurt and pain masked that for a while, and I allowed you to think I was available. That was wrong of me and I am sorry, but it doesn't change anything. You are a wonderful man, and you deserve someone who will love you with all their heart. Not just the part that is angry." Mickie looked up finally and saw that Martin was hanging his head, the guilt that had been building up inside her almost threatened to spill out in the form of tears. Denying herself the self-indulgence Mickie swallowed the lump in her throat and held her head up.
"He might not even be the same person you once loved, if he wakes up at all, and you're willing to just throw what we have away for something that may never be?" Martin asked finally as he levelled his eyes at her once more and Mickie nodded her head slowly.
"I am, and do you know why, because I love him Martin, and I have loved him ever since we first met. If he doesn't make it, it won't change how I feel about him or about you. He may have never intended on coming for me here, showing up like my knight in shining armour, but you know what that doesn't matter, and I don't think it ever did." Mickie moved towards Martin and placed a soft kiss on his cheek. Her lips did not linger though as she walked passed him and back out through the front door. She knew that no matter what had just happened between them they still had a job to do and she wasn't about to shirk her responsibilities.
Going back into the house she check her watch and saw she had enough time to call the hospital before she went to the arena. This time she didn't stare at her phone and consider what she was doing, she simply rang and waited for an answer.
And that is that for now, hope you enjoyed that one and thank you for reading XxX