Dis: I have no connection to the WWE or Evanescence. But it would be cool to know them.
A/N: After watching Raw again, I figured that I can't make Christy all that bad. I actually really like her. She's a breath of fresh air from the other Divas. When I realized that they ALSO gave Carmella a contract AND that I would have to see her live at Taboo Tuesday, I had to make her the bad guy. Also when I was looking up her last name, I came across an article that said 'WWE Diva Hopeful In Bar Fight'. Turns out Carmella starts bar fights over men. It just seems right to put her in the story. LOL. Keep it real and HAPPY FICIN'!
A/N #2: Thank you for all the birthday wishes and Legend Thriller521 thank you for the present you sent me. Hehe, that was nice... If anyone wants to see what she sent me, just e-mail me at , it was a lovely little gift.
Randy carried me into the hotel room after the Evanescence concert. I should have never eaten off of the table backstage. I was sick to my stomach. Not only did I eat off of the food table set up backstage, so did John and Caleigh. They were helping each other into the room behind Randy.
I, for one, blame Caleigh for all of this. There was a really cute roadie next to the food table before the show. Caleigh, not caring where John was, dragged me over there so we could talk to him. We stood there talking and snacking for about a half hour before John came by and scared the guy off. After grabbing something to eat himself, John led us to where Randy was signing an autograph.
We knew something was wrong when half of the crew backstage looked pale and the guy we were talking to went flying behind us on his way to the bathroom. We stayed after the show and found out that the crew had been eating the food since they got to the arena. Most of them looked really sick. In the car I felt like I was going to die. I leaned on Caleigh who already had her head on the window.
The first thing I did when Randy sat me down on the bed was run to the bathroom and lay my head on the toilet. I knew it was coming, I just wanted to be ready. After a half hour, the door was kicked in.
"Get out of the bathroom girl. This isn't only your room and I have to pee."
Well John seemed to be feeling better. If only he had a few more bites of the contaminated food. I crawled out of the room and climbed onto the bed next to where Caleigh was already asleep.
The four of us were sharing a hotel room. Somebody who was booking the hotel rooms thought that since the four of us were going to be in town early, we could share a double room. I knew what went threw both of the guys heads when they heard that, they were going to get no action. Well it turns out that they weren't getting any action no matter what now that Caleigh and I were sick.
Randy came in to the room from the hall way in his sleeping pants and a white shirt. I would have questioned his whereabouts, but I was feeling too nauseated. He sat down on the bed, behind where my head was, and started combing his fingers threw my hair. It made me feel a little better.
I had kept my eye on Christy and Carmella for the last couple of weeks. Christy actually started to talk to some of the Divas. I figured out that the thing I didn't like about her, was that she only hung around Carmella. But now, more of the regular Divas were getting to know her and making conversation with her. She started hanging around less and less with Carmella, who no one really likes. If she says 'Well I was playmate of the year' one more time, I think I might snap.
"What, are we all sharing one bed now?" John said coming out of the bathroom.
"Maybe the girls should share one bed, and… I'll take the couch.," Randy said still running his fingers threw my hair.
"WrestleMania, Orton. You do not sleep on a couch before WrestleMania."
"John, the girls are sick. I don't want to move them."
"Orton, it's the biggest night in sports entertainment. Either I'm sleeping with my boo or I'm sleeping alone." He walked to his bag and grabbed a bottle of water. "AND Caleigh is not sleeping in the same bed as you." I guess he had to make sure he covered all of the options.
Randy gave a sigh and picked me up. The other bed was cold, but Randy kept me in his arms. I almost fell asleep when Randy reminded me that I was still in my concert gear. I don't think sleeping in a tight pair of pants and a halter top with hoop earrings is a good idea. I went to the bathroom to change.
UGH! I looked like death with a hangover. I fell even worse. I really hope I would feel better in the morning. I didn't want to work like this.
The phone rang, and woke all four of us up the next morning. Randy answered it.
"Yeah? Yeah. Okay they will be there."
I rolled over wanting to go back to sleep, but the covers were pulled off of me. I glared Randy.
"Come on, I want you to go see a doctor before tonight."
Caleigh sprang out of the bed next to us and ran into the bathroom.
"Not again," John mumbled and followed her.
"She's been doing that since eight. John's become her official hair tie." He sat next to me as I looked at the clock. NINE IN THE MORNING?!?! Didn't we just get to sleep like six hours ago? "So, how are you feeling?"
I grunted and fell back into the bed. I was just glad that I wasn't running to the bathroom like Caleigh. It must just hit some people more than others, because I believe I ate more of the free food than she did.
"Come on. Get up." He tossed one of my bags on the bed. With out looking I dug threw it to find my sweat pants, a tank top, and my WWE jersey. I put them on as Caleigh made her way out of the bathroom.
"Someone will meet you in the lobby to take you to the hospital," Randy said as John flopped back on to the bed. I gave them both the best annoyed stared that I could get out seeing how tired and sick I was. I knew as soon as we closed the door both of them would be out cold.
Caleigh and I found some young guy waiting for us down in the lobby. The three of us climbed into cab and were taken to the nearest hospital.
Waiting in the hospital seemed to take forever. While waiting Caleigh made two trips to the bathroom and I made three. I started to feel the full effects of whatever I had.
Finally after all the waiting, a young male nurse came in looking for a 'Jessica Trumann'. I followed the guy to a back room in the ER. He told me that since they didn't have a chart for me they needed to do a few extra tests and a history.
"Anything I should know about first?" he asked grabbing a pen from the desk.
"Not really. I work in the WWE so I get banged up some times."
"Any medications, or drug allergies?"
"Nope."
"Do you wear your seat belt when you are in a car?"
"Yes." I really don't see why they ask you so many pointless questions.
"Okay..." he wrote something down, "Any boyfriend?"
"Yes."
"Do you have sexual relations with him?"
I hate these questions. "Yes."
"With a condom?"
"Most of the time."
He raised an eyebrow. "Most of the time? You should be using it all the time."
Who was he to lecture me on this? Did he know me or Randy? I know he's only doing his job, but if he knew how hard it was to have sex in the bathroom of a gas station, he wouldn't be asking about a condom.
"Do you drink? I won't tell, it's just for information."
"A bit."
"In excess?"
"No."
"So why are you here?"
"I ate some bad food at a concert last night and my friend and I got sick. They want me to get checkded out before I work tonight."
"Did you do any drugs or drink last night?"
"No."
"Well okay. Let me run some tests and we'll see if we can get you feeling normal again."
I peed in a cup, I gave blood, I sat there while he listened to my chest. He did some other tests like shining a light in my eyes and sticking a Popsicle stick thing in my mouth. After he had poked and prodded me to the point I where I threatened his life, he left.
He came back saying the only think he knew for sure was that I was dehydrated. I was hooked up to an IV as they wheeled Caleigh into the room with me. She was also hooked up to an IV. The nurse tossed us a remote for the TV and told us his shift was over and he wished us all the luck in the world.
"Too bad, he was kinda cute," Caleigh said softly as I found nothing on TV. I think we both drifted off to sleep some time later.
I was woken up by some one shaking my shoulder. I looked up and smiled at Glenn then looked at my watch. Noon, it was only noon. On a normal day I would be slowly waking up now and trying to find where Randy threw my clothes. Glenn didn't like the fact that I was now staying with Randy, but I am a grown adult with a WWE contract. He will just have to get used to it.
"Randy called me last night said you and Caleigh were sick. I was just making sure everything was okay."
He sat down and started going threw the TV channels. I hit him in the arm and he handed over the remote. It didn't seem as if Glenn was worried about me. I guess it was just habit to sit by my bed when I'm in the hospital. I mean, he hasn't really been in the hospital like I have the past few years, but every time he goes in for an X-ray or something after a show I usually grab a book and wait with him. It's just something we do.
There was some commotion right outside of the door that woke Caleigh up. A new lady, with her hair tied up in a bun, came in holding a clip board. She rolled a chair by us, took a deep breath and took off her glasses that were on a chain around her neck.
"Hello girls, I am Dr. Fields," she said in the sweetest voice she could create. After shaking both my hand and Caleigh's hand she looked at the seven foot bald man that sat across from her.
"And you would be?"
"I'm Jessica's father, Glenn Jacobs." They shook hands and Dr. Fields looked at her chart again.
"Um, I'm sorry Mr. Jacobs, but since Jessica is over 18 you can't hear the information that I have to tell the girls. I'm going to have to ask you to leave."
"It's okay," I said as Glenn stood up to leave. "I tell my father everything."
She looked at her chart again and bit her lip for a second. "I really think you should hear this first before your father does." She looked relieved when she remembered Caleigh was in the room. "And we are not able to give out information about her to anyone else except her." She pointed in Caleigh's direction as she spoke.
Glenn messed up my hair, then left the room. Dr. Fields closed the door then came back to us.
"It seems," she started, " that we are going to have to do some of the tests over. There was a little mix up in the lab when our nursing staff switched. Someone didn't label your test tubes correctly, and just wrote down what room number you guys are in. So we can't tell which ones belongs to you."
We both stared at her. This wasn't happening. It was like some bad plot out of a movie or story or something. They mixed up our test tubes? I thought hospitals were more efficient than this. She has to be joking. The look on her face told me she wasn't and I was shocked that this was actually happening.
"Now don't worry, both of your test said that you two will be fine. You both have a medium case of food poisoning. There's nothing we can do for that. It will go away in a few days, just drink a lot of water. But…" she stopped and sighed, rechecking her chart then cleaning her glasses. Why do doctors feel the need to clean their glasses when they have something to tell?
"But what?!?" Caleigh blurted out.
"But there was one major difference in your test results. There is no easy way to say this but, one of you is pregnant, and we don't know which one."
Caleigh and I looked at each other. Our eyes were wide. This could not be good.
