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A/N: Night of Survivor Series. James and Syxx-Pac reflect the TNA/NWA names. And for those of you who don't know: Joanie Laurer and Sean Waltman are engaged. Yep, Chyna and X-Pac. Scary, huh? But, cute.

I hurt.

All over.

But especially since I couldn't swallow. Hell, it's all I want to do now. That and talk.

Hospitals suck.

But wait, is that… It IS! Oh thank God. Chyna has come to my rescue. I don't care if it is after visiting hours. Please let her in nurse of the hour!

"Hey Hunt. Boy when you get hurt, you get hurt."

I nodded. I motioned towards my body. Damn doctors wouldn't even let me take off my gear after dragging me in here.

"Ok, I'll play nurse since they won't. I'll get rid of the boots, knee braces and kneepads but not the rest. I don't want to mess up all those lovely little IV's running to your body." Chyna laughed, but thankfully started in on my boots. "So has anybody been by?"

I nodded and moved my thumbs to me.

"Oh so RVD came by huh?" Chyna is so perceptive. "Was he apologetic enough?" She growled.

I nodded. He was. And I just loved it when Mom got all protective. It could be funny as hell.

"Good. Heck of a match by the way. The entire family watched it from the hotel. I haven't told anyone about why you have done this, and I got a room for myself. I don't think they know I'm gone. But I had to come check on you. Bishoff called to let me know what happened." Chyna kissed her fingers and pressed them lightly to his throat. "That help any?"

Amazingly enough, it did.

"Instead of kissing it better you could finish him off by choking him to death."

Ah hell, it got worse.

Chyna spun around to the door. "Shawn? How did you know where I was?"

Shawn laughed. "I didn't. But I wanted to come here and here you are."

She looked at me and looked back to him. "Um. Shawn I don't think that abusing him while he is in the hospital is a very nice thing to do."

"Like hitting me in the back with a sledgehammer was friendly?" he snarled and I knew I was in for it. I couldn't protect myself like this. He threw something and I saw the Heavyweight Championship Belt fall to the end of the bed, my name still on it. I was going to die.

Then he smiled. "You know, you had me going for the longest time."

What?

Chyna voiced me. "What?"

"Hunter, I trained you in being bad. I made you a degenerate, with a little help from Chyna here."

She rolled her eyes, "Thanks for the honorable mention."

He laughed, "No problem. Gee, Huntsie, it sure took me long enough to figure out what you were doing."

Have I ever mentioned I hate that nickname?

"Now don't frown at me. I'll call you Huntsie if I want to. You can't do anything about it, oh quiet one. Now. After a long debate of putting several things together, I finally figured out what you were doing."

I cringed. God only knew what the man thought.

"Thank you."

Huh.

Chyna looked shocked. "Hunter I didn't tell him anything. I swear."

"You didn't have to Chyna. I'm not extremely smart but I know Hunter. And I thank him for what he did." He turned from her and sat next to me on the bed, carefully, not disturbing the damn wires and tubes. "Hunter, you got me back in the show, got me the title, and without doing it the easy way. You made me hate you so much that I didn't care about the injury. I only cared about getting in the ring to hurt you. I wouldn't have done that on my own. I would have listened to the doctors and never done what I loved again. Now I have the title and I have to defend it, not tomorrow, but next week. Against who, I don't know. I do know that you better get healed up soon, because I want to continue our little fued. I have to drop this belt one day, but I'd prefer it be back to you." Shawn went from serious to smart ass in point two seconds. "Now get yourself cleaned up. You look like shit."

I wanted to kick him so badly. And hug him at the same time.

Chyna scowled at us. "Boys, don't make me come all the way back to the show just to kick your asses." She smiled suddenly. "I want everyone to believe that you still hate one another. Do it right, or I'll do it for you."

Yes ma'am.

"Yes ma'am."

All right, Shawn knew what I was saying in my head again. Now, all we have to do is hate each other some more. Until that is, we can revel that we are a team again.

Kevin, Scott, Billy, James, and Syxx-Pac are sooo going to be pissed.