I have pounded out another one! I swear I am on a roll... Things are going to start twisting and turning! are you ready? Good read on


Chapter12

After spending most of my night being ushered from x-ray, to another room, where much to my disliking they hooked me up to an IV . . . I heard them mutter something about being out in the hot sun working and being dehydrated . . . then they took me to another room where they diligently worked hard applying the plaster to my leg for the cast, and pumped me with painkillers . . . Needless to say by the time they loaded my sorry ass back into the van, I crashed.

"Cheyenne, wake up." A voice softly stated.

Opening my eyes, I frowned at the onslaught of light that beamed onto my face, "What time is it?" I asked turning my head away from the bright sun beam.

"It's two in the afternoon... Here sit up for me." They answered and a larger hand enveloped mine as they pulled me up to sitting position in my bed.

Rubbing my eyes, I groaned then looked up into the smiling face of John. "What are you doing?" I asked watching him blunder through my room.

"I'm bringing you lunch and also something for the pain." He informed me as he brought a tray of food up and placed it over my lap then went to the end of the bed to fluff the pillow my encased foot lay on. "Do you need anything else?"

I looked quietly over the salad and grilled chicken that had been placed before me and smiled softly, "No thanks... except a shower after I'm through eating."

John's face went grim, "That's going to be pretty hard with the cast, princess." He reminded me, "But, if you call for me before you get ready to shower, I'll help you wrap it in plastic so you can try."

"Now see... the pissin' doctor said it wasn't broken, and so just to make my life more complicated they throw this shit on me!" I growled at the cast, "I'm almost in my right mind to cut it off myself!"

"You can't do that." He stated flatly.

I looked up at him with defiance in my eyes, "And why the bloody hell not?! It isn't broken!" I yelled getting frustrated.

"Because he said that there is a lot of ligament damage and if you do anything else to it the only other alternative will be surgery."

I huffed at the cast, knowing John was right, but it didn't help make my life any easier. The doctor told me that unless I plan to spend a lot of time visiting them that I need to quit wrestling while I was ahead... ' Nothing good happens to a body going through all that', he had said... SO! And nothing good comes from a body walking down the street, or waking up... Piss, from the way he was talking, I just need to go ahead and end it now to get it over with... But life is so much fun... now... and so fulfilling when I'm in the ring. I just smirked at the haughty doctor and thought about all the wonderful things I could do to him in the ring if he kept talking shit about what I did for a living... Had to of been the pain killers... I'm usually pretty easy going, unless provoked, and well, he was provoking me. Asking me stupid questions about what I'd do 'if' and 'when'... Like every other wrestler in the world I just kept thinking, 'I don't know, I'll find out when I get there'.

"How's the patient doing this morning?" A female voice asked from the doorway interrupting my mental tirade.

"Cranky!" John spat in my face before ruffling my hair and walking out of the room, "Be back in a minute." He called back to us.

"Hey Lita!" I smiled as she walked into the room, looking very much like her character.

She smiled back, "You aren't cranky..." she laughed at my sudden upbeat greeting, "Call me Amy." She insisted while offering a hand.

I nodded and put my fork on my plate and took her hand, "Sure... So, when did you get in?" I asked as she sat in the chair next to my bed.

She chuckled, "Like ten minutes ago. Matt and I are coming in to fill in for you and Mark." She informed me.

"Mark? Is he not coming back?" I asked, still in the dark about that situation.

"Not for a bit. I don't know all of what is going on there, but, Vince said he was getting back on the road. I guess they have a new storyline or something for him to work on. From the sounds of it he's going to be quite busy for a few weeks. But, anyway, I've heard that I'm really going to have to bust my ass around here to keep up with what you've been doing." she said with a large grin.

Mark on the road keeping busy? Didn't sound like he was trying with Sara like he was supposed to and I know I can't ask Amy about it, she probably knows less than I do. "Gotta keep 'em on their toes, Amy. Any sign of weakness and those guys are on you like hounds."

"I'll keep that little bit of info stored up."

I laughed and picked up the tray to set it aside, "You better, oh and while I'm not out there... don't let them slide on the toilet seats... I'm so tired of expecting it to be down and then drying my ass afterwards that I can't see strait."

Amy busted up at that one, "Jeff was telling me and Matt about that one, I didn't think he was telling the truth."

"I have been the only woman in a pack of seven men for over two weeks now, believe me they use it to their advantage, but, I know you can handle what ever they dish out." I smiled.

"You talkin' smack again, Chey?" John asked from the door way.

I snorted, "Like you'd expect any less from me, John."

"True DAT!" he laughed taking on his alter ego.

"I think the 'doctor of thug-a-nomics' is coming to take care of his patient." Amy stated standing up, "I'm looking forward to getting to know you, Cheyenne... The guys here love you, so I think I will too. We definitely need some girlie time while I'm here."

As she was walking out the door I looked at her with pleading eyes, "The sooner the better, I'm glad you're here."

"Always the drama queen." John muttered under his breath as Amy laughed her way down the hall.

Picking up a pillow I smacked him in the back of the head with it as he bent to pick up my tray, "You have some sick voyeuristic plans to keep pissing me off just to see what I'll do next don't you?" I asked as he stepped out of the way of another pillow assault.

He smiled and blew me a kiss, "GOD, I love it when you talk dirty to me." he laughed retreating from my room.

I cracked up at him, "BASTARD!"


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