A/N: Are all of you alright after RAW? It was a shocker, yes, but a great twist. Who would have betted on Rollins? None of you! It will be nteresting the next couple of weeks. Don't be sad, it is all scripted, the boys are still tight backstage, I believe that! Let Seth have his moment as a heel, he will be doing fine, and continue to support the man behind the aerial architect, Colby Lopez because trust me again. He is one of the last real good guys in the business, who always takes the extra minute with the fans. He has a heart of gold.
As for my story, I couldn't forsee THIS twist so I am completely on my own now, and Seth will still be a member of the Shield for a while.
"Enjoy" this chapter, but I guess you will be in the right mindset for the coming chapters because they are not happy but intense and deal with substance abuse.
R&R as always, I love every review, honestly! When you take a minute to drop me a line I will take at least one hour to write more of this story. :) Love you all, and no hate on Seth in my prescence!
Chapter 37
We arrived in Pensacola and went straight to the clinic.
Jon got x-rayed again and had to do a cat scan. All in all the brake was not ideal but not that bad. The surgeon would put it together with a plate, fix the muscle damage which was not as extended as it sounded at first, and Jon would be able to go home in a day or two. He had to give the arm at least 10 days rest and then the therapy could slowly start.
But he would be out for 10-12 weeks. Yay for us you might think. 10 weeks together. Finally time for maybe a late honeymoon? Well, no. You ever had a hyper active dog in a cage for 10 weeks? Without his favorite toys? There you go. When Jon was crappy now, he would be unbearable 6 weeks from now. Well, we would cross that bridge when we got there.
Jon would be operated on this afternoon, they wanted to fix it fast.
I stayed with him the whole time, even though he told me like a hundred times to go to a hotel.
He even yelled one time. But I just sat in the visitor chair and ignored him, while holding his hand at the same time.
At least his pain was dulled because they had put him on pain killers via IV.
The doctor had told us, that he would take pain killers after the operation but that he should stop taking them as soon as physical possible. Well, we would see how that would work out.
In the afternoon I got a call from Stephanie, telling me that Jon would have to do a short interview for tomorrow.
"You are kidding me, right?" No, she wasn't. And for the first time in probably his whole life Jon really didn't want to do an interview. "It will be short, I promise." I kissed him, and it was time for him to go into surgery. "I love you Jonathan." I kissed his forehead. "I love you, too Samantha. Here. Take care of that for me, will you?" He put his wedding ring in my hand as they drove him to the OR.
After about three hours the surgery was over. Jon was in the wake up area and the doctor came up to me.
"The surgery went really well. We fixed the bone with two plates which will have to come out in about a year. The muscle damage was very small an it will heal on it's own. Right now I would say he will be out for about 10 weeks, give or take a week depending on the healing. If he wants to play it safe, he stays out of the ring for 12 weeks.
We will keep him over night for observation and he can leave tomorrow in the afternoon. You can visit him shortly now and then I advise you to go and take some rest yourself. He will sleep off the narcosis anyways and there is nothing here for you to do." "Okay, thank you Doctor."
He brought me to Jon who was awake but in a state between sleep and wakeful.
"Hey baby, the surgery went well. They fixed everything and you will be fine. I will go to a hotel now and I'll be back in the morning. Be good, okay?"
He made the effort to open his eyes and smile. "I will keep those nurses busy." he grinned and closed his eyes again. "Go Sammy, go sleep. I will be here in the morning. Promise." He slurred the words and I kissed his forehead and left.
It was the first night in weeks I had to spend alone. Before Jon stepped into my life, I was so comfortable sleeping alone. I could never understand people who complained about sleeping troubles when their loved ones were gone for a while. Now I could perfectly relate because once my head hit the pillow I was wide awake.
It was still early, only 11 pm, and I dialed my best friend.
"Hey sunshine. What's up? Where are you?"
"I am actually alone in a really big hotel bed." I smiled.
"Oh, do I have to be alone for this call as well? Because there are some guys and girls here. Should I leave?"
"No Colby. It is fine. I just wanted to let you know that the surgery went well, but he will be out for 10-12 weeks." "Three month, but surgery went well." Colby repeated loudly for the others' sake.
"They all say get well soon. All that is Joe, Nattie, TJ, Bryan, Brie, Claudio and Aaron (Damien Sandow)." "Oh thank you. Say hi to them. Well, I just couldn't sleep and wanted to hear a friendly voice. Take care Colby and I will keep you updated."
"You do that, thanks. And Sam, anything I can do for you guys, let me know. Same goes for Joe, okay? You need something, you holler. Sleep now, you sound almost dead."
"That's the effect you have on people Colby, they develop acute narcolepsy in your presence." I giggled. "As if, they are instantly awake when I am around, little shit. Sleep Sam. Good night."
He hung up laughing and I was finally able to go to sleep.
I was early at the hospital the next day. Jon's mood was not from this world. He was an annoying little brat and after an hour of him bitching about virtually everything I turned to him and smiled sweetly. "Jon, I understand you, okay? Believe me, I do. But when you don't stop right now, I will leave and you can deal with the WWE camera team by yourself, looking like a hobo. So shut up, grow a pair, as a good friend would say and work with me here okay? Little annoying brat."
Jon's eyes went wide and he was speechless for a moment. Something that really didn't happen all that much. He opened and closed his mouth twice before finally mumbling. "Not a brat and as of two days ago you liked the scruff and the wild and free hair." "That was the great comeback. Oh honey, you are really not 100%, huh? Let's make you presentable, the camera team will be here within the hour." "You will not shave me, because you will only cut my throat." "Oh yeah I probably would right now, but the good thing is: You still have a right hand, correct? Think about it when you sleep in the guest room when you don't stop bitching at me."
I went to get a washcloth and some hot water and cleaned my man up a little bit. We entirely decided against a shave, let him look scruffy. I combed his hair back and he looked almost handsome, even though I liked his hair unruly and messy better.
"You look fine. They will ask you about your injury, they want you to say something about Jinder Mahal and that you will not forget who put you here. Basically you can stay in character the whole time."
"How much Mox can I put into this, because Sam? I am a bit high I guess from the pain meds."
I leaned into him. "I noticed that Jon. And no Mox, just Dean. WWE doesn't want a high as a kite Jon Moxley, just the mellow lunatic fringe from the past months." "So they want the pussy he became." He pouted. "It's not forever. Be a professional, get this over with quickly and let us leave and get to the hotel, okay?"
Not to get hot and heavy with my injured husband, mind you, but to get him out of the public when he was under the influence of pain killers.
The camera team arrived on time and they sat up their stuff and instructed Jon again what WWE wanted. And Jon delivered because he was born to act in front of a camera.
"Jinder Mahal. You put me in this hospital bed. Broke my shoulder on Monday. Put me out of work for 12 weeks. But don't think I will forget about you. I have your ugly face tattooed on my mind. I will put it on my bathroom mirror so when I get up in the morning, I know why I go through rehab. I will put it next to my weights, so I can see with each painful push why I do this. And then, when I return to WWE I will put you in the ground. That is a promise Jinder, believe that. And believe in the Shield."
"Excellent." The camera crew was happy and left after just 20 minutes.
"The moment you put a picture of Jinder Mahal in my bathroom I will not only let you sleep in the guest room, I will kick you out of the apartment." I told Jon smiling.
"Ah, fans will love it. Didn't you want to write something up for ?" "Yes, I have worked on it, and wanted to ask you if you are okay with a photo?" "Did you just see the camera team leave? Shoot your fucking photo, but wait." He messed up his hair. "Better?!" "Much."
I took a photo with my phone and included it in my mail to so they would be up to date. And I read the email to Jon before sending it. He trusted me by now not to send something out he wouldn't want out, but I still showed him everything that went out.
"93 E-Mails? From fans?" "Yes, they are all very concerned, I had no chance to go through them yet. So here is the E-Mail."
Dear Visitors of d-a dot net,
last Monday you had to witness an accident happen during RAW. My shoulder got pushed into the steel steps by Jinder Mahal and it broke in one place. It got fixed yesterday with two plates and the surgery went fine. Doctors are positive that I will be back in action in about three month. I thank you for your support and all your kind words.
I will take the time to heal now, going radio silent for a bit, that includes Twitter and stuff but I will be back in no time in the ring and on the internet, and Jinder Mahal should start training right away, because I will come at him. Believe that and thank you for believing in me. ~ Dean Ambrose.
"Why do we go radio silent? We could do like a day by day feature about my recovery. Fans would love it." Jon asked and I looked hard at him. "You're mocking me?!" His eyes went wide. "Now why would I do that?" "Because you are in extreme asshole mode again." He shrugged. "True. Send it and then put the damn phone away because this radio silence thing is the best thing you said all morning." "Is it? What about the Good Morning Sunshine, I love you when I walked in?"
"That was you mocking me." he grumbled and pulled me on the bed with him, where we lay side by side for a while, quietly but comfortable in the silence. My head was on his good shoulder and I could hear his steady heartbeat. "You walking in this morning was the best thing about this whole day." Jon said in a quiet voice and then he dozed off and I smiled silently.
The doctors decided later that day, that Jon would be released first thing in the morning not tonight. They would switch the painkillers from IV to pills and wanted to see how Jon reacted to them.
That meant that I had to spend another night alone in the hotel room I had rented. It still felt weird being separated from my husband. I missed him and I wanted to have him back with me but I also feared the medication he had to take for a little while, because once an addict, always an addict, right?
Jons POV
Jon woke up early, it was almost still dark outside, around 5 am. The pills they gave him made him itchy. He was a dick on pain killers, and he knew it. He already had the itch to pop the last pill they had given him and his hand reached out to take it, but he stopped himself. The shoulder didn't hurt...not really. Or did it? His mind was a little fuzzy. He knew that from the past. At one point you didn't know if you were in real pain or if your mind just played a trick on you. Phantom Pain they called it. And the pain killers themselves could cause pain. But you would pop one after the other, just to numb everything, to numb your brain that was afraid to feel uncomfortable in the body you damaged so much over the years with all the death matches you put it through.
Damn, but his shoulder throbbed when he moved and that pain made him uncomfortable. The next time he reached out towards the pill he grabbed it and turned it in his good hand. The doctors told him to take the medication for a little while, so it couldn't be that bad, right? And Sam wasn't here to judge him. But no, come on Jon, you can take some pain. You don't need to start with the fist pill at 5 am he scolded himself and wanted to put it back on the table, only to feel a small discomfort in his shoulder from moving.
"Fuck it." he growled and put the pill in his mouth and swallowed it dry.
Immediately his mind calmed and he felt better. Which was a lie of course, the pill wouldn't take effect for at least another half hour. It was a psychological release, endorphins that were pumped into his blood, the treat for the addict who would feel happy just because he put a pill in his mouth.
Jon was able to close his eyes again and doze off another hour.
His wife showed up around 8 am, with his release papers already in her hand and the doctor hot on her heels.
By now he sat on the bed, dressed by one of the nurses and he couldn't help but smile when he saw his wife. Gosh, she was beautiful even though she looked tired. He could only imagine the stress his injury put on her as well.
"We are good to go Jon, got your papers here and the doctor has your pain killers."
"You should take four a day. One after waking up, one before lunch, one in the afternoon and one before going to sleep. As soon as possible you should leave the two pills over the day away, then the one in the morning, and last the one at night. You shouldn't take them longer than two weeks tops, but I would recommend leaving them in 5 days, your shoulder should be much better then. You might feel a little uncomfortable without them, in your body and in your mind, but with your history I am sure you agree with me that the sooner you stop taking the pills the better it is for you."
Sure, Jon understood the doctor and his reasoning just fine. But he also understood the itch to get the next pill as well. He was so familiar with this feeling, it was like welcoming an old friend back.
His wife bit her bottom lip when she saw his glance towards the bottle of pills.
"I understand Doc, and I will stop taking them as soon as possible." Jon grabbed the bottle and shoved it in his jacket pocket.
"I am ready." he told Sam and she grabbed his bag and he climbed into the wheelchair that would get him out of this freaking hospital.
Having the bottle of pills in his jacket pocket made him feel secure. He twisted it in his hand a little and it felt good. Reassuring. He wouldn't feel uncomfortable the next couple of days. He wouldn't feel pain. He would feel numb on the inside, like in a giant cotton ball. And he could forget about his fear. His fear of not being able to wrestle anymore. Because that was constantly on his mind, even though the doctor had assured him that he would be fine.
The fear of not being able to provide for his wife. The fear that she would leave him, if she ever learned that it only took a day to make him crave the pills again, she helped him get clean from all those years ago. That she would leave him if she ever learned how weak he really was deep inside.
When they arrived at the hotel Jon excused himself to go to the bathroom. It was easier now with a little practice pulling down his sweat pants with one hand and the boxer briefs as well to take a piss.
And when he ran the water to wash his hand, he popped pill number three of this day, and it was only 9 am. But boy, he felt so much better now, and ready to spend some time with his wife.
He left the bathroom and she sat on the bed with her phone, looking up at him when he came out.
"When will we be leaving for Vegas?"
"In two days. I thought you could rest here some more, the climate is much nicer with the ocean breeze. It's not as warm as in the hellhole we call home right now. And your shoulder can heal a little more before flying hours across the country."
Jon just nodded. "Sounds good." He would agree practically to everything right now, his mind was so fuzzy.
Over the next two days he did some healing and a lot of pill popping. About 6 or 7 went down his throat and he thought he was so clever. Until at the last night he noticed that his pill bottle stood slightly different than just 3 hours ago. Sam. She didn't just shower she probably checked on his pills, maybe even counted them and knew, that he took more than he should. And did she confront him? NO! It just explained the looks she gave him when he took one of the four pills he was allowed to take in front of her. Damn his wife. He was a big boy, he didn't need her sneaking behind his back. But tonight he was too tired to confront her, and he didn't want any animosities on the flight back tomorrow so he would keep his mouth shut. For now. But inside he was mad at her, and sooner or later it would bubble to the surface...