**Mediah, I am both. A risk taker and stupid. Nice thought! Woo!
Ok and thank you Mediah for bringing this to my attention. This story is in PRESENT TENSE! Therefore is something is in past, it's a typo. I usually write my stories on paper first then post. This one I'm just typing so it has a little proofreading and I guess WordPad doesn't catch it. Sorry I'll try to be more careful.**
"We did not beat Raw!" I yell excitedly. Jenny jumps up and down and smiles.
"We did! We did!" She yells with me and jumps on me, wrapping her legs around my waist as she wraps me in a huge bear hug.
"This great!" I exclaim and hug her back.
"I'm so happy!" She exclaims and kisses my cheek with pure joy. I see Chris slowly walk up to us, his arms are folded across his chest and he has on his cocky smile. What a typical Chris.
"Yes?" I ask and let go of Jenny. She lands on her high heels and pulls down her skirt. Chris gives a short laugh.
"Well young McMahon, we won this section of the war?" He asked and strokes that hideously long goatee thing.
"Yes." I say proudly. Jen puts her hands on her hips and grins.
"Congrats man." Chris says and extends his hand. I happily shake it.
"No Chris, thank YOU! Thank everyone else too! Thank the talent, the writing team, thank everyone! We have to go out and celebrate!" I'm ecstatic. I'm jumping around everywhere and talking fast. Usually this happens when I drink a lot of coffee. I couldn't be more on the other end of the spectrum. I'm so tired.
"Mr. McMahon this so great!" I hear Jen's chipper voice. I feel lightheaded. I blink and stumble back. "Mr. McMahon?" Now she sounds worried. Chris steps up to me and gently grabs my shoulder.
"Macky what's the matter? You going to faint of happiness?" He asks. I shake my head, which wasn't the smartest idea I've ever had. I see a bunch of tiny black spots. I blink to get them away. It doesn't work. Instead I get even more lightheaded and I see more black dots. Finally everything turns completely black I start to slip out of Chris' grasp. The last thing I remember is Jennifer's shrieks and Chris yelling for EMT'S.
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I wince and slowly open my eyes. The light hurts so badly. I blink a few times and finally I can see everything clearly. I hear Chris chuckle next to me.
"Shane Brandon McMahon you go so excited you fainted. How nice." He teases me. He looks uncomfortable sitting on a hospital chair. Every time he's in a hospital he's the one in the bed, not me.
"Chris you said you wouldn't make fun of him." Jenny's soft sweet voice comes from the other side of me. I don't want to turn my head to look at her. It hurts too much. The light is too bright and it's minimal near Chris.
"Sorry. I couldn't resist."
"Are you ok Mr. McMahon?"
"What happened?" I ask.
"Well let's see, low blood pressure, lack of sleep, exhaustion, nothing major." Chris says sarcastically.
"Oh." I say lowly.
"Mr. McMahon please start sleeping. We can't have you doing this anymore." Jenny says and I feel her warm hand on my icy one. She jerks a little at the sudden coldness but keeps her hand on mine.
"I'm sorry." I sigh. "New company. It happens to the best of us." I say. Chris eyes me up and down.
"And apparently the worst." He sneers; I can tell he's joking though.
"Why don't you go home?"
"Let's see, I quit my good paying job to come to a lower paying job where I might have no future. I need to make sure you didn't croak on me."
"Gee thank you Chrissy."
"You're welcome Boy Wonder." He says nicely. We continue talking for awhile until a nurse comes in.
"When can I go home?" I ask. She smiles and looks at her charts.
"A few days Mr. McMahon." She answers.
"Can I have my laptop brought in here?"
"Not in here, but when you get moved to the regular wing you may." She answers. I sigh. Well at least I can get my work done here.
Ok and thank you Mediah for bringing this to my attention. This story is in PRESENT TENSE! Therefore is something is in past, it's a typo. I usually write my stories on paper first then post. This one I'm just typing so it has a little proofreading and I guess WordPad doesn't catch it. Sorry I'll try to be more careful.**
"We did not beat Raw!" I yell excitedly. Jenny jumps up and down and smiles.
"We did! We did!" She yells with me and jumps on me, wrapping her legs around my waist as she wraps me in a huge bear hug.
"This great!" I exclaim and hug her back.
"I'm so happy!" She exclaims and kisses my cheek with pure joy. I see Chris slowly walk up to us, his arms are folded across his chest and he has on his cocky smile. What a typical Chris.
"Yes?" I ask and let go of Jenny. She lands on her high heels and pulls down her skirt. Chris gives a short laugh.
"Well young McMahon, we won this section of the war?" He asked and strokes that hideously long goatee thing.
"Yes." I say proudly. Jen puts her hands on her hips and grins.
"Congrats man." Chris says and extends his hand. I happily shake it.
"No Chris, thank YOU! Thank everyone else too! Thank the talent, the writing team, thank everyone! We have to go out and celebrate!" I'm ecstatic. I'm jumping around everywhere and talking fast. Usually this happens when I drink a lot of coffee. I couldn't be more on the other end of the spectrum. I'm so tired.
"Mr. McMahon this so great!" I hear Jen's chipper voice. I feel lightheaded. I blink and stumble back. "Mr. McMahon?" Now she sounds worried. Chris steps up to me and gently grabs my shoulder.
"Macky what's the matter? You going to faint of happiness?" He asks. I shake my head, which wasn't the smartest idea I've ever had. I see a bunch of tiny black spots. I blink to get them away. It doesn't work. Instead I get even more lightheaded and I see more black dots. Finally everything turns completely black I start to slip out of Chris' grasp. The last thing I remember is Jennifer's shrieks and Chris yelling for EMT'S.
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I wince and slowly open my eyes. The light hurts so badly. I blink a few times and finally I can see everything clearly. I hear Chris chuckle next to me.
"Shane Brandon McMahon you go so excited you fainted. How nice." He teases me. He looks uncomfortable sitting on a hospital chair. Every time he's in a hospital he's the one in the bed, not me.
"Chris you said you wouldn't make fun of him." Jenny's soft sweet voice comes from the other side of me. I don't want to turn my head to look at her. It hurts too much. The light is too bright and it's minimal near Chris.
"Sorry. I couldn't resist."
"Are you ok Mr. McMahon?"
"What happened?" I ask.
"Well let's see, low blood pressure, lack of sleep, exhaustion, nothing major." Chris says sarcastically.
"Oh." I say lowly.
"Mr. McMahon please start sleeping. We can't have you doing this anymore." Jenny says and I feel her warm hand on my icy one. She jerks a little at the sudden coldness but keeps her hand on mine.
"I'm sorry." I sigh. "New company. It happens to the best of us." I say. Chris eyes me up and down.
"And apparently the worst." He sneers; I can tell he's joking though.
"Why don't you go home?"
"Let's see, I quit my good paying job to come to a lower paying job where I might have no future. I need to make sure you didn't croak on me."
"Gee thank you Chrissy."
"You're welcome Boy Wonder." He says nicely. We continue talking for awhile until a nurse comes in.
"When can I go home?" I ask. She smiles and looks at her charts.
"A few days Mr. McMahon." She answers.
"Can I have my laptop brought in here?"
"Not in here, but when you get moved to the regular wing you may." She answers. I sigh. Well at least I can get my work done here.