Drusilla and Jordan had been engaged for two weeks. Lisa was excited about the concept of a wedding and wearing a pretty dress. Drusilla wanted to tell Randy in person. He was coming to pick up Lisa for the weekend. Drusilla asked him to come early to talk. Lisa was napping. There was a knock at the door. Drusilla answered it. Randy was standing there.
"Hi." She said.
"Hi." He went inside.
"Do you want a coffee?"
"Yeah." He sat down on the couch. She went and got them coffee and sat down next to him. "Thanks."
"You're welcome."
They each took a sip. "What did you want to talk about."
"Jordan asked me to marry him." "I said yes.
"Oh, well, congratulations." Randy was trying to sound happy but he wasn't.
Drusilla could tell. "Randy are you ok?"
"I'm fine."
"You're gonna find someone who makes you so happy "
"Mommy." They heard on the baby monitor.
"I'll get her." Randy said. He got up and went upstairs.
Monday night Randy was laying in a hospital bed. During his match he hit his shoulder hard on the steel steps, separating his left shoulder. He was told he would need surgery and it would take up to six months to recover. He was on painkillers.
"Just fucking great." He thought. "I've lost Dru forever." "Now I can't even wrestle to take my mind off it."