"Visiting hours are now beginning." A voice over the microphone that went
through the whole hospital was heard. I looked around as I woke up.
Everything was as I had left it. My bag was still on the floor next to me,
I still had my cloths on and nothing was attached to me. The hospital was
in no way affecting me, or as I could tell right now. I turned on the
television to watch something. There were only cartoons on since it was
Saturday but I enjoy shows like Jackie Chan Adventures, Yu-Gi-Oh, X-Men and
such. I watched TV for about an hour or so before I got a knock on the
door.
"Whatever you're selling, I don't want any." I called but it caused me to cough. It was Triple H. "Oh, hey Paul. What's up?"
"You're health sure aint one of the things that is." He joked and patted my head. He sat down in the chair next to mine and followed my gaze to the TV set. "What's on?"
"The Mummy." I replied, my eyes not moving of the show. "No Rock though."
"Dwayne sure gets a lot more attention than we do." Triple H sighed. I began to break down into a coughing fit again. "Hey, hey, take it easy bro. I didn't mean to get you upset." He smirked but then patted my back. "Did they tell you anything?"
"Who?" I asked, finally looking at him.
"The boogie man, the doctors who'd you think?" He laughed.
"No, thank god, I haven't seen one since I was in here." I replied.
"Or when you were out." Triple H got up and picked up the chart on the end of my bed.
"No, duh." I laughed but went back to the show, the commercials were over.
"Aha." Triple H said aloud to himself as he read it, making faces. "Oh, ouch. Ew. Man."
"Spare me the dribbling, is it bad, good, whatever?" I laughed, trying to stay amused.
"Uh, on a serious note, it's not too good." Triple H gulped and I stared at him. He handed me the chart and I tried to make out all of the nonsense on it.
"Paul, please explain." I gulped, my voice cracking part from the pain, part from the fear.
"Well, I'm not sure but I remember Christian saying something about it. He said something like, if you don't get it treated right away it can lead to an operation or cause you to get sicker like this much more often in the future." Triple H tried to explain. I stared at him with a dropped jaw. We looked at each other, not knowing what to think, say or do. He finally began to move his eyes and noticed my jaw was still dropped. He grabbed it and began to pry my lips apart to inspect the situation himself. "Oh man! Good god!" He closed my mouth and shook his head, I noticed he was getting upset.
"What? Bad breath? Please say it is!" I whimpered.
"Hey I'm sorry man but, this is just jacked!" He cried and stood up, holding his hands in the air. That's when RVD walked into the room.
"I thought we were all going to visit him as a surprise." Rob asked, cock eyed.
"I uh, I have to go. See you guys later." Triple H stammered and left. I sighed sadly.
"What's with him?" Rob asked, oblivious. I really had no idea, I just shrugged.
"You really don't want to know." I shivered. He went to go read the chart, after seeing it on the chair next to my bed. I sighed and lay my head back against the pillow.
"So, how you doing as far as being in a hospital goes?" RVD asked out of the blue.
"I'm living in hell." I groaned. "You really don't want to look at that, take it from Paul."
"Hey, I can take it." He grinned. "I mean everything's cool and whatever. Oh, by the way, the Hardy's and Lita wanted me to send their wishes to get well."
"Thanks." I tried so smile a little. I could see his face change while reading.
"Oh man, I'm sorry. Is that what got to Paul?" He asked and I lowered my eyes. "Well, don't take it so hard. This almost happened to him but he recovered at the last moment."
"Oh I see. So the story about Christian was all fake." I sighed and RVD nodded.
"Don't worry, I'm here for you." Rob put his hand on my shoulder. "I mean, when I was little, my brother got this from another kid while shooting a commercial. I saw what he went through so I wanted to get it out of the way. See." He opened his mouth. I didn't know much about the human body and I had no idea what he walk taking about, so I couldn't tell no difference. All I noticed was that he had a filling in his back molar.
"Yea." I sighed, just saying anything to put this aside for just one conversation.
"Hey, cheer up man." He replied. "I mean, I was young so I don't remember the pain or whatever but I know you'll make it through. You are after all Y2J Chris Jericho."
"Thanks." I grinned, but I really got scared when he said the word 'pain'.
"Oh, I have to go. I was meeting Edge at Jack in the Box." Rob said. "By."
"Later." I gave a sloppy salute of a wave and went back to the cartoons. I turned on the TV to just channel surf, and that's when the door opened. It was Benoit. "Hey man."
"Paul, where?" Benoit joked. "I never tire of that. How you doing?"
"How you doing?" I asked, trying to sound like an Australian but it hurt too badly.
"I ran into Paul earlier and he told me what happened. I'm really sorry man." He sighed.
"Hey, don't be. I mean, I've had a good run." I muttered as he picked up the chart.
"Hey! Don't say that, I'm sure it's not that bad." Beniot lectured me. The door opened again and a doctor and nurse entered. I gulped, my expression literally fell as I felt my heart leap in my chest. Benoit turned off the TV. I saw a tray of tools and I turned white.
"I'm sorry, but no visitor can be in here while we work." The nurse said. Benoit was shooed out but we managed to wave to each other. He saw how scared I looked though.
"Ok, now let's just take a look at you." The doctor came over. "I know you aren't too fond of all this, your friends explained everything. But I promise this wont be long and it wont hurt." I gulped, that's what they all say. He turned on a light that was attached to the wall almost like a dentist has. He and the nurse put on masks and I saw them going through the tools on the cart while talking. This reminded me of the first time I got a filling when I was 16 and it all went wrong and I had to have it done a second time in the same day. I really hate shots most of all and getting a double dose didn't help at all.
"Here you are sir." The nurse handed the doctor a stick, a q-tip and some kind of metal tool. I quivered. The nurse was to hold my mouth open while the doctor did his work, and whatever it was, it didn't look too pleasing. This really was like the dentist trip, I had a bad feeling about this, but I opened my mouth and stuck out my tongue out anyway. The nurse placed the stick down hard on my tongue so that it was a kind of struggle to breathe.
"Say ah." The doctor instructed and I did. It was quite painful. I heard the doctor say to open my mouth further and I did as the nurse pulled my jaws apart. I'm doing it as far as I can so isn't that enough, I was thinking to myself. I could feel the stick poking down the back of my tongue and a sharp pain scraping down the back wall of my throat. I could see it was the q-tip, and I bet he was taking a sample to study. Why people go into this profession is beyond me. I heard the nurse say something about my tonsils and that's when he got the metal tool. I tensed and the doctor saw that I was in fear. "Don't worry Chris, we're just looking and taking samples so there's no reason to be afraid." He promised but I knew better. He aimed the light closer and I had to close my eyes to the brightness. I felt a pain on the sides of my throat, almost like a shot poking into them. I wanted to cry but I knew it would be over and a big bonus check was waiting for me.
"How is he?" I heard the nurse speak up.
"I don't know." The doctor tried to be quiet. The nurse handed the doctor a tiny metal stick. I couldn't tell what it was with my eyes closed but it was probably another weird tool doctors used for taking samples in your throat. Just keep it up Chris, you're doing fine. It will be over quite soon." I could feel the cold pole on my throat and I tightened my eyes, I wanted to gag so badly it stung. A few minutes later, they took the stuff out of my mouth and I could finally relax. I broke down into a coughing fit trying to catch my breath. It was done, over. The doctor turned to me as the nurse cleaned up. "Thanks for being so patient, we'll have the test results later." I nodded and they left, finally. Benoit was waiting outside, god bless his soul, and he came in.
"How was it?" He asked.
"Oh god is was torture!" I replied and felt like I really would cry. "This is horrible, why did this have to happen to me?" I could feel my throat tighten, I was starting to cry.
"Maybe if you listened to us in the first place, it wouldn't have gotten this bad. But as your friend, I stay by your side." Benoit replied.
"Thanks." I replied, sniffing to stop the tears from forming. I wanted to not cry in front of my friend but I know I already was less of a man to them after all of this. I fell asleep so Benoit got to watch the TV. I woke up to see him looking at my updated chart.
"Man, you really are sick. I feel so sorry for you." He replied.
"I don't even want to look at that." I groaned and the nurse came in.
"Hi Chris. The doctor wanted me to tell you. The tests are done and the results are in." She said. Chris and I tensed as she concluded, "It's confirmed, you have tonsillitis."
"Whatever you're selling, I don't want any." I called but it caused me to cough. It was Triple H. "Oh, hey Paul. What's up?"
"You're health sure aint one of the things that is." He joked and patted my head. He sat down in the chair next to mine and followed my gaze to the TV set. "What's on?"
"The Mummy." I replied, my eyes not moving of the show. "No Rock though."
"Dwayne sure gets a lot more attention than we do." Triple H sighed. I began to break down into a coughing fit again. "Hey, hey, take it easy bro. I didn't mean to get you upset." He smirked but then patted my back. "Did they tell you anything?"
"Who?" I asked, finally looking at him.
"The boogie man, the doctors who'd you think?" He laughed.
"No, thank god, I haven't seen one since I was in here." I replied.
"Or when you were out." Triple H got up and picked up the chart on the end of my bed.
"No, duh." I laughed but went back to the show, the commercials were over.
"Aha." Triple H said aloud to himself as he read it, making faces. "Oh, ouch. Ew. Man."
"Spare me the dribbling, is it bad, good, whatever?" I laughed, trying to stay amused.
"Uh, on a serious note, it's not too good." Triple H gulped and I stared at him. He handed me the chart and I tried to make out all of the nonsense on it.
"Paul, please explain." I gulped, my voice cracking part from the pain, part from the fear.
"Well, I'm not sure but I remember Christian saying something about it. He said something like, if you don't get it treated right away it can lead to an operation or cause you to get sicker like this much more often in the future." Triple H tried to explain. I stared at him with a dropped jaw. We looked at each other, not knowing what to think, say or do. He finally began to move his eyes and noticed my jaw was still dropped. He grabbed it and began to pry my lips apart to inspect the situation himself. "Oh man! Good god!" He closed my mouth and shook his head, I noticed he was getting upset.
"What? Bad breath? Please say it is!" I whimpered.
"Hey I'm sorry man but, this is just jacked!" He cried and stood up, holding his hands in the air. That's when RVD walked into the room.
"I thought we were all going to visit him as a surprise." Rob asked, cock eyed.
"I uh, I have to go. See you guys later." Triple H stammered and left. I sighed sadly.
"What's with him?" Rob asked, oblivious. I really had no idea, I just shrugged.
"You really don't want to know." I shivered. He went to go read the chart, after seeing it on the chair next to my bed. I sighed and lay my head back against the pillow.
"So, how you doing as far as being in a hospital goes?" RVD asked out of the blue.
"I'm living in hell." I groaned. "You really don't want to look at that, take it from Paul."
"Hey, I can take it." He grinned. "I mean everything's cool and whatever. Oh, by the way, the Hardy's and Lita wanted me to send their wishes to get well."
"Thanks." I tried so smile a little. I could see his face change while reading.
"Oh man, I'm sorry. Is that what got to Paul?" He asked and I lowered my eyes. "Well, don't take it so hard. This almost happened to him but he recovered at the last moment."
"Oh I see. So the story about Christian was all fake." I sighed and RVD nodded.
"Don't worry, I'm here for you." Rob put his hand on my shoulder. "I mean, when I was little, my brother got this from another kid while shooting a commercial. I saw what he went through so I wanted to get it out of the way. See." He opened his mouth. I didn't know much about the human body and I had no idea what he walk taking about, so I couldn't tell no difference. All I noticed was that he had a filling in his back molar.
"Yea." I sighed, just saying anything to put this aside for just one conversation.
"Hey, cheer up man." He replied. "I mean, I was young so I don't remember the pain or whatever but I know you'll make it through. You are after all Y2J Chris Jericho."
"Thanks." I grinned, but I really got scared when he said the word 'pain'.
"Oh, I have to go. I was meeting Edge at Jack in the Box." Rob said. "By."
"Later." I gave a sloppy salute of a wave and went back to the cartoons. I turned on the TV to just channel surf, and that's when the door opened. It was Benoit. "Hey man."
"Paul, where?" Benoit joked. "I never tire of that. How you doing?"
"How you doing?" I asked, trying to sound like an Australian but it hurt too badly.
"I ran into Paul earlier and he told me what happened. I'm really sorry man." He sighed.
"Hey, don't be. I mean, I've had a good run." I muttered as he picked up the chart.
"Hey! Don't say that, I'm sure it's not that bad." Beniot lectured me. The door opened again and a doctor and nurse entered. I gulped, my expression literally fell as I felt my heart leap in my chest. Benoit turned off the TV. I saw a tray of tools and I turned white.
"I'm sorry, but no visitor can be in here while we work." The nurse said. Benoit was shooed out but we managed to wave to each other. He saw how scared I looked though.
"Ok, now let's just take a look at you." The doctor came over. "I know you aren't too fond of all this, your friends explained everything. But I promise this wont be long and it wont hurt." I gulped, that's what they all say. He turned on a light that was attached to the wall almost like a dentist has. He and the nurse put on masks and I saw them going through the tools on the cart while talking. This reminded me of the first time I got a filling when I was 16 and it all went wrong and I had to have it done a second time in the same day. I really hate shots most of all and getting a double dose didn't help at all.
"Here you are sir." The nurse handed the doctor a stick, a q-tip and some kind of metal tool. I quivered. The nurse was to hold my mouth open while the doctor did his work, and whatever it was, it didn't look too pleasing. This really was like the dentist trip, I had a bad feeling about this, but I opened my mouth and stuck out my tongue out anyway. The nurse placed the stick down hard on my tongue so that it was a kind of struggle to breathe.
"Say ah." The doctor instructed and I did. It was quite painful. I heard the doctor say to open my mouth further and I did as the nurse pulled my jaws apart. I'm doing it as far as I can so isn't that enough, I was thinking to myself. I could feel the stick poking down the back of my tongue and a sharp pain scraping down the back wall of my throat. I could see it was the q-tip, and I bet he was taking a sample to study. Why people go into this profession is beyond me. I heard the nurse say something about my tonsils and that's when he got the metal tool. I tensed and the doctor saw that I was in fear. "Don't worry Chris, we're just looking and taking samples so there's no reason to be afraid." He promised but I knew better. He aimed the light closer and I had to close my eyes to the brightness. I felt a pain on the sides of my throat, almost like a shot poking into them. I wanted to cry but I knew it would be over and a big bonus check was waiting for me.
"How is he?" I heard the nurse speak up.
"I don't know." The doctor tried to be quiet. The nurse handed the doctor a tiny metal stick. I couldn't tell what it was with my eyes closed but it was probably another weird tool doctors used for taking samples in your throat. Just keep it up Chris, you're doing fine. It will be over quite soon." I could feel the cold pole on my throat and I tightened my eyes, I wanted to gag so badly it stung. A few minutes later, they took the stuff out of my mouth and I could finally relax. I broke down into a coughing fit trying to catch my breath. It was done, over. The doctor turned to me as the nurse cleaned up. "Thanks for being so patient, we'll have the test results later." I nodded and they left, finally. Benoit was waiting outside, god bless his soul, and he came in.
"How was it?" He asked.
"Oh god is was torture!" I replied and felt like I really would cry. "This is horrible, why did this have to happen to me?" I could feel my throat tighten, I was starting to cry.
"Maybe if you listened to us in the first place, it wouldn't have gotten this bad. But as your friend, I stay by your side." Benoit replied.
"Thanks." I replied, sniffing to stop the tears from forming. I wanted to not cry in front of my friend but I know I already was less of a man to them after all of this. I fell asleep so Benoit got to watch the TV. I woke up to see him looking at my updated chart.
"Man, you really are sick. I feel so sorry for you." He replied.
"I don't even want to look at that." I groaned and the nurse came in.
"Hi Chris. The doctor wanted me to tell you. The tests are done and the results are in." She said. Chris and I tensed as she concluded, "It's confirmed, you have tonsillitis."