Author's Note: This is the first time I've ever written a story without using an original character. So, that means...I don't own anything. Vince McMahon is the head honcho of the WWE, Adam Copeland aka Edge owns himself, Alana Copeland owns herself and everybody else just owns something except for me! Wait...I own the creation of Doctor Barnes. YaY! I own something! Also, this story might be a bit outdated for, this takes place a bit before Edge got injured and all that. Please review and tell me what you think! I'M A LIAR! I decided to take this fic of the 'discontinued' list and continue it.
The next few hours had become hazy for Adam Copeland as he woke up to find himself laying in a hospital bed with a neck brace on. Adam looked to his side, not turning his head, but his eyes caught sight of his wife Alana sitting on a chair beside his bed. Alana laced her fingers in with his and grasped his hand tightly. "Oh, Adam. I can't believe this happened to you." She softly told him, placing her soft hand on his face. Adam looked at his beautiful wife, wishing he could burst out of the brace and carry her in his arms.
"I can't believe it either. It's all such a blur." He replied as the door of his hospital room opened. In walked a male doctor with dark brown hair and hazel eyes. The doctor was middle-aged and dressed in the traditional long white coat that all doctors wore. He had a clipboard in his hand as he walked on. The doctor took one look at the Copelands and then checked his clipboard.
"Good afternoon. My name is Doctor Barnes. Adam Copeland, is it?" He asked, peering through his wire-rimmed glasses.
"Yes. That's me." He said, a bit worried to what Doctor Barnes was going to tell him. Alana prayed for her husband silently as she held Adam's hand to her chest.
"I'm terribly sorry Mr. Copeland, but it looks like you're going to be out for a year. Maybe even more than that." Doctor Barnes told him. Alana felt her heart break into millions of pieces. She looked at Adam and saw the horror in his eyes.
"A year? Maybe even more?" He asked, hardly able to get his words out because they tasted so bitter. Doctor Barnes nodded.
"I'm terribly sorry Mr. Copeland, but that's what's going to happen. We can do nothing about it."
"Doctor...are you sure you can't lower the time?" Alana Copeland asked, in hopes that her husband would get better faster. Doctor Barnes shook his head, as the expressions of Alana and Adam Copeland fell.
"I don't think I can." Doctor Barnes told them, leaving the room.
Two weeks later, Adam Copeland laid in his king-sized bed in his Tampa, Florida home. He had two pillows supporting his back as he sat upright, flipping through the channels on his television set. He had been in bed for most of the two weeks he had been home. In fact, he hadn't even been downstairs to the kitchen or the family room at all. Adam sighed when he came across an episode of WWE Raw. It wasn't his brand, but his long-time friend Jay Reso, better known as Christian was on. Adam watched as Jay displayed his on-screen personality, a whiny little bastard. As Jay was throwing another temper tantrum, Adam laughed. He threw his head back, forgetting all about the neck brace he wore. It was painful, and he showed it by yelling at the top of his lungs. "OUCH! GOD DAMNIT!" He screamed.
Seconds later, Alana rushed in with a worried look on her face. She sprinted over to Adam's bedside. "Adam! What's wrong?" She asked.
"I forgot that I had this stupid neckbrace on and I threw my head back, laughing at Jay." Adam replied, motioning over to the television set with the remote in his hand. Alana frowned, running her hands through her husband's long blonde hair.
"Oh, Adam. Please be more careful. I'm going to go back down to the kitchen and keep cooking, ok?"
"Do you want me to come help you?" Adam questioned. He needed an excuse to get downstairs. He hadn't been there in two weeks and forgot what it looked like. Alana shook her head.
"No. You stay here and rest. I can't have you downstairs, injuring yourself even more. I'll be back up with your lunch in twenty minutes." She told him, turning on her heel to walk out of the room. As soon as Alana left, Adam groaned. He hated staying in bed. He was sick of it. He'd give anything to just be downstairs for a half an hour. Just thirty minutes and he'd be content. He missed his rec room, where his mega stereo system sat. The thing was only three months old, and was probably covered in dust by now. Soon, it'd probably be covered in cob webs. Adam turned his attention back to the television set, where Raw had gone to a commercial break.
True to her word, Alana Copeland appeared in the bedroom she shared with her husband in twenty minutes with a tray full of food. No, this food wasn't just a simple sandwich and soup. On the tray sat a plate of grilled chicken breast on top of a bed of whole grain rice and a side garden salad. Everything was presented nicely, with a glass of water in the corner of the tray. Adam looked amazed at the meal that sat infront of him. "Alana...you don't have to do this. I would've been fine with just a sandwich." Adam told her, breathtaken.
"No. I wanted to do this for you." She answered, setting the tray down on the bed. Alana placed a fork and spoon into the hands of Adam. "Eat." She ordered. He looked up at her and looked at the fantastic meal that sat infront of him, hesistant. After a moment, he began to eat. Alana gave him a small smile and began walking out of the room. "I'm going downstairs to get you napkins. Do you want anything else?"
"No. This is fine." He told her, looking up from his plate to see her walk out of the room.
The next few hours had become hazy for Adam Copeland as he woke up to find himself laying in a hospital bed with a neck brace on. Adam looked to his side, not turning his head, but his eyes caught sight of his wife Alana sitting on a chair beside his bed. Alana laced her fingers in with his and grasped his hand tightly. "Oh, Adam. I can't believe this happened to you." She softly told him, placing her soft hand on his face. Adam looked at his beautiful wife, wishing he could burst out of the brace and carry her in his arms.
"I can't believe it either. It's all such a blur." He replied as the door of his hospital room opened. In walked a male doctor with dark brown hair and hazel eyes. The doctor was middle-aged and dressed in the traditional long white coat that all doctors wore. He had a clipboard in his hand as he walked on. The doctor took one look at the Copelands and then checked his clipboard.
"Good afternoon. My name is Doctor Barnes. Adam Copeland, is it?" He asked, peering through his wire-rimmed glasses.
"Yes. That's me." He said, a bit worried to what Doctor Barnes was going to tell him. Alana prayed for her husband silently as she held Adam's hand to her chest.
"I'm terribly sorry Mr. Copeland, but it looks like you're going to be out for a year. Maybe even more than that." Doctor Barnes told him. Alana felt her heart break into millions of pieces. She looked at Adam and saw the horror in his eyes.
"A year? Maybe even more?" He asked, hardly able to get his words out because they tasted so bitter. Doctor Barnes nodded.
"I'm terribly sorry Mr. Copeland, but that's what's going to happen. We can do nothing about it."
"Doctor...are you sure you can't lower the time?" Alana Copeland asked, in hopes that her husband would get better faster. Doctor Barnes shook his head, as the expressions of Alana and Adam Copeland fell.
"I don't think I can." Doctor Barnes told them, leaving the room.
Two weeks later, Adam Copeland laid in his king-sized bed in his Tampa, Florida home. He had two pillows supporting his back as he sat upright, flipping through the channels on his television set. He had been in bed for most of the two weeks he had been home. In fact, he hadn't even been downstairs to the kitchen or the family room at all. Adam sighed when he came across an episode of WWE Raw. It wasn't his brand, but his long-time friend Jay Reso, better known as Christian was on. Adam watched as Jay displayed his on-screen personality, a whiny little bastard. As Jay was throwing another temper tantrum, Adam laughed. He threw his head back, forgetting all about the neck brace he wore. It was painful, and he showed it by yelling at the top of his lungs. "OUCH! GOD DAMNIT!" He screamed.
Seconds later, Alana rushed in with a worried look on her face. She sprinted over to Adam's bedside. "Adam! What's wrong?" She asked.
"I forgot that I had this stupid neckbrace on and I threw my head back, laughing at Jay." Adam replied, motioning over to the television set with the remote in his hand. Alana frowned, running her hands through her husband's long blonde hair.
"Oh, Adam. Please be more careful. I'm going to go back down to the kitchen and keep cooking, ok?"
"Do you want me to come help you?" Adam questioned. He needed an excuse to get downstairs. He hadn't been there in two weeks and forgot what it looked like. Alana shook her head.
"No. You stay here and rest. I can't have you downstairs, injuring yourself even more. I'll be back up with your lunch in twenty minutes." She told him, turning on her heel to walk out of the room. As soon as Alana left, Adam groaned. He hated staying in bed. He was sick of it. He'd give anything to just be downstairs for a half an hour. Just thirty minutes and he'd be content. He missed his rec room, where his mega stereo system sat. The thing was only three months old, and was probably covered in dust by now. Soon, it'd probably be covered in cob webs. Adam turned his attention back to the television set, where Raw had gone to a commercial break.
True to her word, Alana Copeland appeared in the bedroom she shared with her husband in twenty minutes with a tray full of food. No, this food wasn't just a simple sandwich and soup. On the tray sat a plate of grilled chicken breast on top of a bed of whole grain rice and a side garden salad. Everything was presented nicely, with a glass of water in the corner of the tray. Adam looked amazed at the meal that sat infront of him. "Alana...you don't have to do this. I would've been fine with just a sandwich." Adam told her, breathtaken.
"No. I wanted to do this for you." She answered, setting the tray down on the bed. Alana placed a fork and spoon into the hands of Adam. "Eat." She ordered. He looked up at her and looked at the fantastic meal that sat infront of him, hesistant. After a moment, he began to eat. Alana gave him a small smile and began walking out of the room. "I'm going downstairs to get you napkins. Do you want anything else?"
"No. This is fine." He told her, looking up from his plate to see her walk out of the room.