Chapter 36
"Well Mr Good, your scapula or in a more common term, your shoulder blade is broken in one place at the body of it. Good thing is, it is a clean break. Bad thing is, it seems that muscle tissue was also damaged which has to be treated in an operation. I understand that you will visit your regular doctor tomorrow. So what we will do for tonight is immobilize the shoulder and treat you with pain medication."
Again Jon shared a look with me. "I have a little problem with pain killer abuse. Is there a way to numb the pain with an injection?" Jon asked. "Well, we can put a local anesthetic there but it will only give you a couple of hours of comfort."
"I'll take that. Can we get this party on the road then? My wife will give you the address where you can forward the x rays to."
"Very well, my assistant will be with you in a moment to fix you up, if you would please follow me Mrs Good." I nodded and looked at Jon. "I will be right back."
The doctor gave me some more instructions and I was good to go soon. Outside in the ER I saw Colby and Joe. "Hey guys. Thanks for coming." I hugged them both. "So what is the deal?" Joe asked. "Broken shoulder blade. He will be out for at least 8-10 weeks. I will look for a flight to Pensacola so we can be at the Andrews Institute tomorrow to get it checked out again."
"I knew you would say this and I already looked for flights. The earliest is 6 am tomorrow, you'll be there at 9 am. The drive will be about another hour. Joe has the rental car details. Here, book the flight Sam." Colby shoved his phone in my hands and I finished the booking details he already had put in. And on Joe's phone I got us a rental.
"Thank you guys." I hugged them again. "You should call Hunter or Steph with an update asap." Joe told me and I nodded. "I know just let us settle at a hotel somewhere near the airport and I will call them. I sent them a text already. So, you want to see him?"
They nodded and followed me to the room where I had left my husband to be treated.
His fixation was almost done.
"Hey Jon." the guys greeted him and bumped fists with him.
"You rock that sling, we should add it to the gear." Colby laughed and Jon just flipped him of.
"Oh I got you something Jon." Joe grabbed in his backpack and pulled out a hooded vest with a zipper. "Should fit you and you should get into it with a little help." He gave it to the nurse who helped Jon into it and I watched to learn how to help him once we were alone.
"Thank God it is warm. This happening in winter would be the death of me." Jon said and got off of the table. "Thank you." he told the nurse and looked at us. "Can we go somewhere where I can lay down for a while?" he asked me.
"Yes, we will go the airport, take a room at the airport hotel and leave with the 6 am flight to Pensacola."
Jon nodded and Colby opened the door for him, after Jon had put on the hoodie.
They escorted us outside, the handful of people who recognized the guys were blocked by Joe.
"Take care of our hound Sam. Call us when you need anything. Drive safely. Jon, get better soon. And don't worry about a thing. I talked to Joe and there will be no split yet. We wait till you are back and work from there. So no rush bro." Colby hugged Jon and we got in the car and drove to the near airport.
I took care of the hotel room, helped Jon settle and went to get rid of the rental, calling Stephanie on the way.
"Do you know that changes the whole storyline for The Shield? We had everything planned for the Summer Slam!" she bitched.
"Believe me, I know how much this sucks, but it's not like he planned to get hurt."
"What will we do now?"
"Well, that is frankly not our problem, get Creative to work it out, they can at least plan with 8 weeks minimum."
She was pissed but so was I, and then she dropped a bomb.
"Well I count on you to do your job tomorrow Samantha. How do you plan to handle Jon and your responsibilities for WWE?"
"My job? I thought I..." I mumbled.
"You want to keep your job Samantha, right? We are no farewell organization. We run a business. And you have a job to do."
"No, you are right. I will let you know okay. I take the day off tomorrow and will let you know. Thank you. Bye."
I hung up and said BITCH. People looked at me but I ignored them.
Once I got back to the room, Jon was still awake but his eyes were heavy. I didn't want to bother him with the crap Steph had told me on the phone but he was my husband and knew me very well.
"How did the call with the Authority go?" he asked and sat upright on the bed.
"Well, she will get Creative to work something out. Joe already informed them, that they can kiss the split goodbye for now. That must have pissed her off really good because she told me I had to work tomorrow...today, whatever." "What?" "Yeah, I am still new and if I want this job I would have to work through your injury or else."
"Or else? That bitch. You will not work tomorrow, because I will not go alone to these doctors. I want you there and she can deal with that. Joe and Colby are big boys and they can figure out this media stuff alone. And I can't be home alone at first because I can hardly take a piss by myself which is the case like right now." He got up and looked at me.
"You want me to...? Okay..."
He was my husband, I knew every inch of his body so this shouldn't be awkward but it was. For both of us. So much that at one point we looked at each other and started to laugh and couldn't stop for a long while.
"Thank you Sam. For everything. And don't worry about the job. You stay with me because I need you. And we will work out this job thing when WE get back to the WWE, okay? Don't worry." He pulled me in and kissed my head. "Thanks." I mumbled. "You should sleep a couple...a few hours while the anesthetic still works. Come on."
I helped him into bed, put the blanket over him and told him I would join him in a minute.
Once I returned from the bathroom he was already asleep.
I got into bed behind him, careful not to get too close so I wouldn't bump into his arm in the night, but close enough to let me hand rest on his hip.
Over time we had become one of those couples who could only sleep properly, when we touched the other one. It didn't matter if we fought that day, or if we just had sex. We would make it a rule to fall asleep together, usually me in front of Jon, him spooning me from behind and if we had fought that day, we would still tell each other that we loved us, and the next day was a new day and we would be good again.
We had to get up early to catch our flight and I told Jon I would handle our luggage and the check in, but he told me in real few words ("Fuck you") that he could handle at least one suitcase because he still had one good arm. He was cranky again, because the pain was back and he was less than looking forward to fans bothering us. So the easiest thing for me to do was let him handle the one suitcase and not start to argue with him. But he was in pain, his face looked strained and while they checked us in, which seemed to take hours I grabbed his good hand and snuggled into his side.
It seemed to help him relax a little and finally we got our boarding passes and could proceed to the security check.
Jon tried to be as nondescript as possible and it seemed to work for a while.
He ducked his head, wore his hoodie and we hoped for the best.
After finding some seats in a corner of the terminal to wait for our flight and even though Jon had a basecap deep in his face, and pretended to be asleep three girls made him. I really hadn't thought that would be possible and when they walked over to us, smiling, whispering and giggling I got up and stopped them. "Good Morning."
They stopped and looked at me, annoyance clearly visible in their eyes.
Before the seemingly feisty redhead of the group could say something I held up my hand.
"Listen, when you are fans I am pretty sure you saw RAW last night and you saw that Dean got hurt. That was real and we are on the way on the doctor. So at any other time you would be welcome to a picture or an autograph, but not today, sorry."
"Everyone knows that wrestling is fake lady. And who are you anyway? His mother?"
"Did you just listen to a word I said? The injury is real. He is in a lot of pain, and I respectfully ask you to leave him alone. And I am his wife..." I shoved my ring at their faces and wanted to add a BITCH to my sentence so badly. I loved fans, most were really cool, and I was the one pushing Jon to interact with fans more often, but not today damn it.
"Dean Ambrose dates Renee Young, everyone knows that!" Again the redhead. She was really pissing me off. And when she wouldn't stop soon, she would piss someone else off as well, and that wouldn't end nicely today.
I couldn't stop myself from rolling my eyes. "Really? That again? Well you are entitled to your believes of course, but it is simply not true and I would really like to discuss this with you some more but I have to take care of my husband. Again, I ask you to please stop bothering us. Thank you."
"You just want him to yourself, you are selfish, everyone knows that." the quiet dark haired girl now said and that's when Jon got up.
"Listen I am sitting right there. My ears work fine. What do you want to achieve disrespecting my wife like that? As she said, please leave us alone. Thank you."
"Everything alright here?" Two bulky security guys had shown up, and at least one recognized Jon.
"It's fine, just a little disagreement." I said.
"Well, ladies, please walk on." the other one instructed the girls who were leaving a few choice words for us.
"Which flight do you have to take?" the guy who had recognized Jon asked.
"AA 756 to Pensacola." "They open the gates any minute. Do you want us to accompany you?"
"That would be great." I said before Jon could say something. He probably didn't want the extra attention, but I was tense and tired as well and I didn't want another confrontation like that.
The other guy walked in front of us, and Jon walked next to the obvious fan.
"Thank you Mike." Jon said reading the name tag.
"Any time Mr Ambrose. Hope your arm gets better soon. It looked nasty last night." "It is nasty. Broken shoulder." "Argh, what a shame. So, here we are. Hey Lindy, can these two board already? Got a medical priority here."
Our tickets were checked again and we were good to go.
I noticed Mike contemplating with himself about something.
"Ask what you want to ask." I told him. He had helped us and I was sure Jon would agree.
"If it would be for me I would never ask, but my little boy is 10. He likes the Shield. If there is a chance..."
"Sam..." Jon said but I was already fishing in my bag for some pre signed autographs. I could have given them to the girls as well, but I just didn't like them I guess.
"What is his name?" Jon had taken a pen from Lindy and waited for Mike. "His name is actually Dean, which cracks us up all the time."
"I bet." I grinned as Jon added a "To Dean...what a cool name" to the autograph.
"Thank you Mr Ambrose, Sir. Get well soon."
"Thanks, take care." and with that we boarded the plane early.
"That was nice Jon, thanks."
"Those girls though..." he got into his seat and exhaled.
I put our stuff away and got in beside him.
"I know you are in a lot of pain. I want you to think about taking pain meds after the surgery Jon. You won't make it to the first week otherwise and I hate to see you suffer." I gently pushed my hand through his hair and he closed his eyes. Whenever he needed calming, I would to that. He enjoyed it and today it leveled him as well.
"I guess I will to that." he mumbled and dozed off as the plane filled with the other passengers.
He slept for over two hours, missing the breakfast on board as well as the drinks after that. I tried not to move too much, and always tried to touch him, hoping that it would calm him so he would sleep some more.
About 30 minutes before the landing he woke up and I could see that he hurt. Which darkened his mood immediately.
"Jon, listen to me. We have another 30 minutes in the air and about an hour to drive. The doc said you could take some ibuprofen. Here, take them. I saved you a water."
He swallowed the pills and closed his eyes again, but not to sleep but to keep his temper in check.
"Talk to me Sammy. Tell me something stupid."
"I know just the thing." I told him and grabbed my ipad, opening tumblr via the wlan on board.
"You never take the time to check it out, but there are some hilarious things on here."
And we browsed through some animated gifs, and pictures. I knew he wasn't really paying attention but it kept his mind of the pain and his temper in check till we landed.
A/N:
Tonight is PAYBACK! I am really excited.
Here is what I WISH would happen:
Dean turning on Seth and Roman, to join Evolution (since Batista will go film another movie). He would join Evolution because he realized that working close to the Authority is the way to achieve greatness. After all he won his US title working close to the Authority, and he lost it working against them. And Roman would be presented with one awesome heel and would have to suffer through the betrayal of brother to come in the end out of it stronger and better and the top face of the company.
Here is what will probably happen:
Roman will be the soul survivor of the match, eliminating Triple H, which will lead to a one on one match at the next PPV, or maybe Summer Slam.
Dean and Seth will feud against Randy and an unknown new third member of Evolution over the summer, stepping into Roman's shadow more and more.
They will betray him at Summer Slam and be the new heel Tag Team.
Honestly, I don't know what will happen and that makes it exciting. I just fear I will be disappointed in the end. But well, maybe I won't be.
Everyone, have fun tonight, I will be back with an update Tuesday or Wednesday at the latest I guess!