THE CAGE
Part Two – Jeff
*Disclaimer – This story is completely fictional. All characters are owned by the WWF or are works of the author. No infringement intended. All likeness to incidents and characters are completely coincidental.
FOUR MONTHS EARLIER:
It's pretty black in here. Some echoing that's slowly becoming clearer. Some guy telling me to open my eyes. I can't open my eyes. I just wish he'd shut the hell up. But I can tell he won't so maybe I'll do what he says. My eyelids feel like lead. It takes a couple of tries but I manage to open them a crack. Man, when did my eyesight get so bad? He's all fuzzy and furry looking. Maybe it's my dog. No, no wait, dogs don't generally shine lights in your eyes. Oh man, it's a doctor. I think that's Matt on the other side, I don't think doctors are allowed to have hair that long.
"Y'okay Jeffro?"
Yup, that's definitely Matt.
"Did he hear you?"
And dad? Uh-oh, this one must be a gooder. Why the hell can't I open my eyes all the way?
"Mmmgh." That was supposed to be hello. If that doc shines that light in my eyes one more time I'm going to stick it up….
"Jeff, can you remember what happened?"
Well that's a stupid question. Of course I can remember what happened. No, no, actually I can't. Wait a minute, this totally isn't good. Okay, I'm in a hospital. That much is obvious. I need to get glasses too. Why am I in a hospital? What day is it? Why can't I move very well? Can I still talk? Oh man, does my head ever kill. I wouldn't mind a glass of water, some painkillers would be nice too. Maybe a cute nurse.
"Mmmtt." That didn't come out right.
"I think he's trying to say your name, son."
Thanks dad.
Matt is closer now. I can feel his hand on my shoulder. Hey, that's a good thing right? I can't turn my head to look at him. That would be because I'm in a neck brace. Gawd, I hate these things.
"What is it bro?"
I can't focus on his face. On any other day this would be funny, cuz he looks like a Wookie. I have to tell him something. It's really important. But I can't for the life of me figure out what the hell it was. Wait, I know.
"…Kane…"
Why did I say that? Oh man, does my head hurt something fierce.
"What about Kane? Jeff, can you remember?"
No, not really. But, Matt, don't you know?
"…Not…Kane…"
Well, now I'm completely lost. I don't even have a clue what I'm saying. Matt help me out here, you must at least know what I'm talking about, right?
"Do you know what he's saying Matt?"
"No clue."
Oh great. Right about now dad's probably kicking himself that he had to have the wrestling kids and not the MENSA kids.
"Mmmnnnft." That was a request to get me some painkillers guys. My head is starting to pound.
Stupid doctor must've turned off that damn light finally.
Sure is black in here.