Dis: Um, somethings are mine, others aren't.
A/N: w00t! thanks for all the reviews. I was so happy today because I found out that the WWE was coming to my town for a PPV. Not only that, the PPV, is going to be on a TUESDAY. Weird. Okay, a lot of people have been saying that I've nailed the depression stuff right on the head, there is personal experience behind that. I never woke up in a hospital bed, but it was close. Now I write and watch wrestling. Good trade off.
Waking up in the hospital was not something I liked to do. This time was the worst. My wrists were tied down and a tube was in my throat. The dark room was in a haze as I opened my eyes. I was all alone and tied to a bed. I tried to move, I tried to make some kind of sound to get someone's attention. Bending my wrist I felt the wire that went up to my chest to monitor my heart. I tugged on it until it came loose and the machines went crazy.
A nurse with blonde hair came running. When she saw my eyes open she halfway fainted. Another nurse with red hair was luckily behind her and caught her.
They sat me up, what seemed like an eternity after that. The nurse with red hair was tending to me.
"Now sugar, blow out like you're blowing out birthday candles," she said in a thick southern accent. I followed instructions and she pulled out the tube.
"Bah….." was al I could get out.
"Don't try ta talk. Ya throat is too dry and needs ta warm up. Ah'll get ya some ice chips an a pad of paper. Just don't ya move."
I looked down at my restraints. How could I move from this bed, and besides that, where would I go? She came back minutes later with what she promised me. She put a pen in my hand and a pad of paper on the table next to me.
"Dey called ya dad's house, but he wasn't dere. Do ya know where he is?"
I wrote on the pad 'work'.
"See, dey also called his work, an dey got da wrong number or mixed up or somtin."
Figures. Most people call the WWE headquarters not thinking that most of the company travels 90 percent of the year. It would take a while for the message to get to Glenn.
When Glenn finally did get there I was fighting with a psychiatrist. This man with thick glasses was telling me that I had problems and tried to kill myself. I was stupid not suicidal. I saw Glenn when he came in the door and tried to reach up and grab him, but my hands were tied. I fought like there was no tomorrow to get free, making the psychiatrist think that I was extremely crazy. After four tries I ripped the restraint on my non-casted arm and threw it around Glenn's neck as he jumped to give me a hug.
The psychiatrist must of given up, because once I finally let go of Glenn he was no longer there. Glenn whipped the tears away from my face then brought a chair next to my bed, never letting go of my free hand.
"I called Nancy from the airport and she's getting on the first flight in the morning. And Amanda and Deb said they will be here after class tomorrow. And everyone else said they will stop by or drop a line in the next couple of days."
He took a deep breath and rested his head on my bed. When he sat back up his face had the expression that a weight had just been lifted off of his shoulders and he was ready to breath again.
"I thought I was going to loose you kiddo."
We sat there the rest of the night hand in hand. After Glenn fell asleep the southern nurse with red hair came in.
"Don't worry sweetie, everything's going to be alright now."
The next few days were crazy. Everyone was coming and going. Nancy stopped by for two days then left. Amanda and Deb and Caleigh only left to go to class or sleep. Nidia and Victoria came by on their off day and brought tons of gifts and cards from everyone at WWE. John, of course, stopped by to see me, as well as Caleigh. I got phone calls from all of the McMahon family, Matt, Lita, Jeff, Taker, Sara, and many more. Glenn left my side only to shower or make a phone call. He had until Friday off.
I never did see or hear from Randy. I didn't really care. If he wanted to leave me behind then so be it. I would just have to get over him in my own time.
Two people who I did not expect to see, that came by, were Ace and Da King. They broke in to my room around three in the morning. Trying not to wake Glenn, who was asleep on the extra bed they dragged into my room, we played a game of Texas Hold'em.
"Man, I thought we were going to have to teach his girlfriend how to play cards," Ace said tossing some chips at Da King.
"By the way," Da King said shuffling, "I'm supposed to pick up the jacket she left here."
I gave him a sideways glance. "Wha?"
"Amanda, my girlfriend. She left her jacket here."
It took awhile for me to put two and two together. When I did I, I was as shocked as when I found out Caleigh and John were still seeing each other.
"You're JEREMY?!?" I said louder than I should have. Movement came from Glenn's side of the room. We froze for a second, then continued. "Your real name is Jeremy?" I asked much quieter.
"We never did get to the real name part in our friendship, did we?" Ace asked collecting his chips. "I mean, we both know your real name Jess, because of everything that has happened. But you, never found out our real names."
I shook my head and folded my hand.
"Well, my name is Jeremy Kolter, and you know my girlfriend Amanda."
"And I'm Kasey Logan, and I have no girlfriend."
"Well its nice to meet both of you," I said looking at the clock. "And you guys should go before Glenn wakes up for real."
They both got up and gave me a hug before climbing onto a tree branch right outside of the window.
For the next couple of days I sat in bed getting stronger. On Thursday Amanda, Deb, Caleigh and I were watching a chick flick on TV when Glenn barged in after debating with the psychiatrist. It seems like no one could stand that guy. Glenn picked up Malfoy off of my lap as the annoying little man walked in.
"Sir, she has to go into treatment. I can list many hospitals that will help her. There is nothing else you can do."
Amanda turned on the caption for the movie as Deb and Caleigh passed the chocolate cover pretzels between each other. A teenage girl is well trained to block out any distraction while she is watching a chick flick. I paid no attention to the movie as soon as I heard the word 'treatment'.
"I am not sending my daughter to a mental institution. She either goes back to school, or on the road with me."
"Can you assure me that she will be watched every second at school?"
"No, but I can guarantee that she will be in the best care if she comes on the road with me."
"But you can't guarantee that she will stay in the country."
This was true, in the up coming weeks the Raw brand was going to Japan for a short tour.
"What about if she stayed with some friends of mine. Someone I would trust with my own life."
"If she stayed in the country, it might be a possibility," the little nerd said, finally giving up.
They fought awhile more, snipping back and forth at each other. Finally the psychiatrist left and Glenn started gathering his things.
"I got to get going," he said dropping Malfoy back in my lap. "I'm going to call Mark, hopefully you can stay with the SmackDown crew for a while. Then at least you would in the hands of people I trust."
He gave me a kiss on my head and said good bye to the zombies watching TV. They only waved, not taking their eyes off of the screen.
I was lost in thought a bit after Glenn left. I didn't know much of the SmackDown crew, so if I was going to spend some time on the road with them it was going to be interesting. The only good thing would be I wouldn't have to put up with that wanna-be Diva winner.