Just for warning, this story's going to start getting flat-out nuts in the next few chapters. I cannot apologize for this because I have no control of it. The characters told me what they're going to do, and I have to let them. I'm sorry.
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It took quite a bit of work to support Kane on the long walk backstage and to manuever him onto the much too small table in the first aid room. The trainer looked at Lita suspiciously. "Shouldn't you get him to a hospital?"
She didn't notice the look, too focused on trying to get Kane to wake up. "Huh? Oh, Kane doesn't do well with hospitals. It'd probably only make things worse."
"Doesn't do well with hospitals?"
"Yes, he doesn't do well with hospitals. He'll wake up not knowing where he is, all hooked up to tubes and junk and he'll freak out. He doesn't like hospitals and unless it's really necessary, I'm not putting him in one."
The medic looked to Spike for help. "She's right," he assented quietly. "And she wouldn't do anything that wasn't in his best interest." His eyes narrowed in an uncharacteristicly cold expression. "Perhaps you should stop grilling us about this and do your job and start helping him."
The bigger man met his gaze and looked away quickly, backing down. "Fine," he muttered. "This guy's probably got a concussion. What happened to him?"
"Far too many chairshots. And if he's got a concussion, shouldn't he be awake?"
"They'd have less trouble keeping him awake at a hospital."
Lita's eyes, brimming with tears of fury, snapped to the man's face. "Look you sorry bastard, why don't you just help us? Or at least just tell us what we can do and then we'll be out of your way."
The trainer sighed. "Wake him up, keep him awake for at least the next four hours, and keep ice on his injuries to keep down the swelling. Now get the hell off my table; I've got more important clients coming."
In ironic timing, the door slammed open as Flair and Orton half-dragged the former Champ in. Lita moved instinctively in front of Kane. The two teams regarded each other carefully, debating how worthwhile a fight would be right now. Lita stood her ground, unmoving.
Not taking her eyes off of Evolution, Lita half-turned back towards Kane, patting his cheek with one hand. "Kane? Kane, wake up. We need to get out of here. Kane?"
He mumbled something groggily and his eyes slowly opened. He blinked once at the doctor and then turned to see Lita. Relaxing a little, he looked up at the room and seemed to gather his bearings.
"What happened?" he mumbled, blinking at the light.
"I'll explain later," she muttered, glancing back at the three men blocking the door. "Can you get up right now?"
He pushed himself up slowly, falling on his feet off the narrow counter. Lita moved her shoulder under him just in time to be able to support enough of his weight that'd he remain standing. Spike moved quickly to his other side.
It was then that Kane looked up and slowly noted Evolution standing in the door. Though they all knew he could barely move, he pulled off an expression of complete indifference at their presence.
"Let us past," Lita stated fiercely. Orton and Flair's eyes met. Both looked weary. Incredibly, they backed up out of ECW's way, taking their leader with them. Lita, Kane, and Spike filed carefully past them, watching the trio for just one false start.
None came. Evolution went into the room they had just vacated, and the three members of ECW made their long journey to the lockerroom.
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There was little talk on the way out to the rental cars. Their victory that night had been hard-earned, and the three Dudley brothers were still nursing injuries, not to mention Kane's semi-conscious state.
After what seemed like hours but could have only been 30 minutes, everyone was back to the hotel and in their rooms. Sleeping would take the place of celebrating tonight; it had simply been too long a week. After seeing everyone safely off to bed, Lita returned to Kane's room.
He was sitting upright in the big kingsize bed, appearing almost comatose as he stared straight ahead. "Kane?" He turned slowly to look up at her. She sat down carefully beside him. "How are you doing?"
He shook his head slowly. "Still kinda out of it?" He nodded. Lita bit her lip. It hurt to see him like this; she was used to him being so invincible.
"Kane, is there anything I can do? Anything I can get you?"
In a move of surprising gentleness and vulnerability, he leaned over, laid his head on her shoulder. Lita sat very still, stunned, and not wanting to make him uncomfortable. He leaned against her, rested on her like a child would.
"You saved me tonight," he growled in that low way of his.
"Of course I did," she said surprised. "I had to. They weren't letting up. I just wish I could have done something sooner."
He tilted his head a little to look up at her. "You did enough. I was afraid they were going to all go after you next."
"Eh, but they're cowards," she replied nonchalantly. "And I ended up fine."
"You didn't know it was going to all be fine," he protested. "You could have really gotten hurt out there."
"Comes with the territory, doesn't it?" she shot back. "When it comes down to it, isn't it pretty much our jobs to get hurt?"
"Just don't do it again," he replied casually.
Lita laid her head down on top of his. "I can't promise that."
In answer, Kane took her hand carefully, entwined his fingers with hers.
"I'm so scared," she whispered, sudden teariness in her voice. "I just know I'm going to make some huge mistake and ruin everyone's lives. I don't know what to do. I don't know how I got myself into all of this. It was little more than a game when it started out, and now...I'm scared."
"I'm going to do whatever I can to take care of you," he promised. "Lita, I'd die for you."
"I know...and that's part of what scares me."
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Told you this was getting weird. Crap, I didn't even have any idea how weird it was getting. It was like I was in this trance and I looked up and a chapter was there. I seriously felt like I was in that hotel room...I can't explain it. Maybe this is why my roommate thinks I need to get out more. I know she's right.
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It took quite a bit of work to support Kane on the long walk backstage and to manuever him onto the much too small table in the first aid room. The trainer looked at Lita suspiciously. "Shouldn't you get him to a hospital?"
She didn't notice the look, too focused on trying to get Kane to wake up. "Huh? Oh, Kane doesn't do well with hospitals. It'd probably only make things worse."
"Doesn't do well with hospitals?"
"Yes, he doesn't do well with hospitals. He'll wake up not knowing where he is, all hooked up to tubes and junk and he'll freak out. He doesn't like hospitals and unless it's really necessary, I'm not putting him in one."
The medic looked to Spike for help. "She's right," he assented quietly. "And she wouldn't do anything that wasn't in his best interest." His eyes narrowed in an uncharacteristicly cold expression. "Perhaps you should stop grilling us about this and do your job and start helping him."
The bigger man met his gaze and looked away quickly, backing down. "Fine," he muttered. "This guy's probably got a concussion. What happened to him?"
"Far too many chairshots. And if he's got a concussion, shouldn't he be awake?"
"They'd have less trouble keeping him awake at a hospital."
Lita's eyes, brimming with tears of fury, snapped to the man's face. "Look you sorry bastard, why don't you just help us? Or at least just tell us what we can do and then we'll be out of your way."
The trainer sighed. "Wake him up, keep him awake for at least the next four hours, and keep ice on his injuries to keep down the swelling. Now get the hell off my table; I've got more important clients coming."
In ironic timing, the door slammed open as Flair and Orton half-dragged the former Champ in. Lita moved instinctively in front of Kane. The two teams regarded each other carefully, debating how worthwhile a fight would be right now. Lita stood her ground, unmoving.
Not taking her eyes off of Evolution, Lita half-turned back towards Kane, patting his cheek with one hand. "Kane? Kane, wake up. We need to get out of here. Kane?"
He mumbled something groggily and his eyes slowly opened. He blinked once at the doctor and then turned to see Lita. Relaxing a little, he looked up at the room and seemed to gather his bearings.
"What happened?" he mumbled, blinking at the light.
"I'll explain later," she muttered, glancing back at the three men blocking the door. "Can you get up right now?"
He pushed himself up slowly, falling on his feet off the narrow counter. Lita moved her shoulder under him just in time to be able to support enough of his weight that'd he remain standing. Spike moved quickly to his other side.
It was then that Kane looked up and slowly noted Evolution standing in the door. Though they all knew he could barely move, he pulled off an expression of complete indifference at their presence.
"Let us past," Lita stated fiercely. Orton and Flair's eyes met. Both looked weary. Incredibly, they backed up out of ECW's way, taking their leader with them. Lita, Kane, and Spike filed carefully past them, watching the trio for just one false start.
None came. Evolution went into the room they had just vacated, and the three members of ECW made their long journey to the lockerroom.
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There was little talk on the way out to the rental cars. Their victory that night had been hard-earned, and the three Dudley brothers were still nursing injuries, not to mention Kane's semi-conscious state.
After what seemed like hours but could have only been 30 minutes, everyone was back to the hotel and in their rooms. Sleeping would take the place of celebrating tonight; it had simply been too long a week. After seeing everyone safely off to bed, Lita returned to Kane's room.
He was sitting upright in the big kingsize bed, appearing almost comatose as he stared straight ahead. "Kane?" He turned slowly to look up at her. She sat down carefully beside him. "How are you doing?"
He shook his head slowly. "Still kinda out of it?" He nodded. Lita bit her lip. It hurt to see him like this; she was used to him being so invincible.
"Kane, is there anything I can do? Anything I can get you?"
In a move of surprising gentleness and vulnerability, he leaned over, laid his head on her shoulder. Lita sat very still, stunned, and not wanting to make him uncomfortable. He leaned against her, rested on her like a child would.
"You saved me tonight," he growled in that low way of his.
"Of course I did," she said surprised. "I had to. They weren't letting up. I just wish I could have done something sooner."
He tilted his head a little to look up at her. "You did enough. I was afraid they were going to all go after you next."
"Eh, but they're cowards," she replied nonchalantly. "And I ended up fine."
"You didn't know it was going to all be fine," he protested. "You could have really gotten hurt out there."
"Comes with the territory, doesn't it?" she shot back. "When it comes down to it, isn't it pretty much our jobs to get hurt?"
"Just don't do it again," he replied casually.
Lita laid her head down on top of his. "I can't promise that."
In answer, Kane took her hand carefully, entwined his fingers with hers.
"I'm so scared," she whispered, sudden teariness in her voice. "I just know I'm going to make some huge mistake and ruin everyone's lives. I don't know what to do. I don't know how I got myself into all of this. It was little more than a game when it started out, and now...I'm scared."
"I'm going to do whatever I can to take care of you," he promised. "Lita, I'd die for you."
"I know...and that's part of what scares me."
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Told you this was getting weird. Crap, I didn't even have any idea how weird it was getting. It was like I was in this trance and I looked up and a chapter was there. I seriously felt like I was in that hotel room...I can't explain it. Maybe this is why my roommate thinks I need to get out more. I know she's right.