"Uhm... Maybe I shouldn't go in there.." Rylie hestitated, shifting nervously. She watched Ric, the doctor and Dave enter the room, could hear Paul's groggy voice. Randy glanced back at the female. "What're you talking about?"
"Remember? The whole 'I hate you, you hate me, go fuck yourself' conversation?" Rylie muttered, continuing the eye the door. "Rylie, you may have saved the man's life. Who cares?" Rylie continued to hesitate. Randy sighed, shoving the female in to the room before him.
Paul looked up as Rylie and Randy entered, eyes narrowing as he scowled at the former. "What do you want?" He grumbled, shifting his gaze away from the woman. Ry's own eyes narrowed in response. "What the hell kinda thanks is that? Fuck, I should have left you on that floor, probably do the world a favor by it." With that said, she stalked from the sterile, with a growled muttering of 'I'm calling Mac if anyone cares.'
~oOo~
Shrill ringing cut through the darkness of the hotel room. MacKenzie groaned, rolling over, rewarded with almost falling off her bed. Flashing red light of her cell phone, the only light in the room, drawing her attention to the bedside table. "Ugh, kill me."
Josh smiled to himself, retrieving the phone himself. "'Lo? Hey Mac, it's for you." The grumpy female snatched the phone from him, after three attempts of course. "No shit sherlock, since it is my phone and all. Hi, what'd you want? You'd better have a good fucking reason for calling me-...Oh, hi Ry. I tried calling you, what happened?"
Seated once again in the hospital waiting room, curled up in an uncomfortable plastic chair, a cell phone to her ear. "Eh, Paul got attacked, I'm in the hospital. Sorry about the whole not answering thing. I left my cell with my stuff."
"And you'd be talking to me how? What the hell time is it?" The latter comment was directed at Josh, who groaned. "It's... 2:5-3 am" He muttered, head buried in his pillows. "Eh, good call man. So, what's up?"
Twisting an ebon lock, Rylie began to relate her experiances with Evolution, more pointedly Paul. "He's still being an ass to me. I mean, Dave, Ric and Randy are fine, Randy even goes out of his way to be friendly to me. I dunno, I kinda wish I was on Smackdown with you. I hate how they split us up."
"Yeah, it does bite major wang. Sweetie, I recomend getting some sleep, god knows you can only go so far on pure caffiene." Mac commented cockily, cracking a slight smile. The facial gesture was mirrored, unbeknownst to either female, by Rylie. "Yeah, I should probably give Ric his cell back shouldn't I? Yeah, I'll call you in the morning, bright and early."
"I hate you sometimes, I really do. Eh, good night Rys." Words reciprocated by Rylie, before she hung up. Listening to the dial tone for a moment, Mac, lost in thought, absently pushed the end button. Josh, lifting his head from the other bed, glanced over in MacKenzie's general direction. "So what's up?"
"Paul's being an ass, and is now in the hospital. Ry's upset and shit, hopefully she'll listen to me. Anyways, g'night." Kenzie curled up, burying her face in numerous pillows. The last thing she remembered was the sensation of someone on the bed, and then the warmth of another body pressed against her back.
"Remember? The whole 'I hate you, you hate me, go fuck yourself' conversation?" Rylie muttered, continuing the eye the door. "Rylie, you may have saved the man's life. Who cares?" Rylie continued to hesitate. Randy sighed, shoving the female in to the room before him.
Paul looked up as Rylie and Randy entered, eyes narrowing as he scowled at the former. "What do you want?" He grumbled, shifting his gaze away from the woman. Ry's own eyes narrowed in response. "What the hell kinda thanks is that? Fuck, I should have left you on that floor, probably do the world a favor by it." With that said, she stalked from the sterile, with a growled muttering of 'I'm calling Mac if anyone cares.'
~oOo~
Shrill ringing cut through the darkness of the hotel room. MacKenzie groaned, rolling over, rewarded with almost falling off her bed. Flashing red light of her cell phone, the only light in the room, drawing her attention to the bedside table. "Ugh, kill me."
Josh smiled to himself, retrieving the phone himself. "'Lo? Hey Mac, it's for you." The grumpy female snatched the phone from him, after three attempts of course. "No shit sherlock, since it is my phone and all. Hi, what'd you want? You'd better have a good fucking reason for calling me-...Oh, hi Ry. I tried calling you, what happened?"
Seated once again in the hospital waiting room, curled up in an uncomfortable plastic chair, a cell phone to her ear. "Eh, Paul got attacked, I'm in the hospital. Sorry about the whole not answering thing. I left my cell with my stuff."
"And you'd be talking to me how? What the hell time is it?" The latter comment was directed at Josh, who groaned. "It's... 2:5-3 am" He muttered, head buried in his pillows. "Eh, good call man. So, what's up?"
Twisting an ebon lock, Rylie began to relate her experiances with Evolution, more pointedly Paul. "He's still being an ass to me. I mean, Dave, Ric and Randy are fine, Randy even goes out of his way to be friendly to me. I dunno, I kinda wish I was on Smackdown with you. I hate how they split us up."
"Yeah, it does bite major wang. Sweetie, I recomend getting some sleep, god knows you can only go so far on pure caffiene." Mac commented cockily, cracking a slight smile. The facial gesture was mirrored, unbeknownst to either female, by Rylie. "Yeah, I should probably give Ric his cell back shouldn't I? Yeah, I'll call you in the morning, bright and early."
"I hate you sometimes, I really do. Eh, good night Rys." Words reciprocated by Rylie, before she hung up. Listening to the dial tone for a moment, Mac, lost in thought, absently pushed the end button. Josh, lifting his head from the other bed, glanced over in MacKenzie's general direction. "So what's up?"
"Paul's being an ass, and is now in the hospital. Ry's upset and shit, hopefully she'll listen to me. Anyways, g'night." Kenzie curled up, burying her face in numerous pillows. The last thing she remembered was the sensation of someone on the bed, and then the warmth of another body pressed against her back.