THE CAGE
Part Four – Jeff part 2
*Disclaimer – This story is completely a work of fiction. All characters are owned by the WWF or are works of the author. No infringement intended. Any likeness to characters or incidents is purely coincidental.
Ow. First light always hurts when you haven't been with it for a long time. I can tell I've been asleep for awhile. My eyelids don't want to stay open at first. Everything's blurry. But I can slowly start to make out faces. Matt is on my right. Some dude in a lab coat beside him, making notes. I take it he's the man in charge. Amy's at the foot of my bed. Dad's to my left. They're all staring at me like I'm supposed to say something brilliant.
"Mmmm."
"Good morning to you too, son." Dad's patting my arm and smiling at me. It's one of those I'm-thrilled-to-see-you-alive-but-you're-still-a-moron look. I wonder what I did now.
I'm going to try to sit up.
"Oww."
Matt and my dad are both trying to help me, but one's pushing on me to stay down, and the other's helping me to sit up. I'm in a sitting position, but dizziness hits, and I immediately feel like hurling. My head's thumping with every beat of my heart. I'm feeling this crazy-assed bandage wrapped around my head like a bazillion times. I hope they didn't shave my hair off.
Matt's looking at me really funny. It's like he's relieved and really angry at the same time. Amy looks really worried.
"What? What's wrong?"
"Do you remember anything from the accident Mr. Hardy?" The doctor's ready to make notes on everything I'm about to say.
"What accident? No, no wait. Let me guess. Swanton bomb with no one at the bottom, right?"
Amy has a tiny smile that quickly vanishes.
"What's the last thing you remember?"
Wow. That's a tough one. I have to think really hard, and it hurts my head to do that. Oh wait, I remember. "Eating breakfast. Fruit Loops. In some hotel room. Tampa."
Matt turns to the doctor. "That was the day of the accident."
The doctor writes furiously on his notepad.
"Matt? What the hell happened?"
Matt doesn't look at me. Dad and the doctor exchange some kind of secret look that I have no clue what it means. I'm starting to worry now.
"Guys? What – "
"Hey Jeff. Get some sleep. We'll talk about it after you get some rest." Dad's trying to give a reassuring smile but I can see right through it. This was something major.
"Hell no. I've been 'resting' for long enough. Tell me what's going on."
That stupid look again. Now I'm getting flustered. They must see it because Matt's about to fess up.
"We had the cage match. Kane went psycho and pushed you off the top of the ramp. You fractured your skull."
"Ouch." It doesn't seem to sum up everything, but it'll have to do. Another question hits me. "Where's Kane?"
Amy's staring straight at her feet like her eyes are glued to her shoe laces. "He's in the hospital too." She says quietly. Now she looks me in the eye. "He od'd."
Now my head is pounding. I think I'm going to take them up on that offer to get some rest.
Wait, didn't I have to tell them something? Ah, I'll tell them some other time. If I can remember.