NOTE - this story is a co-authorship between sistergrim, nittanychick11,
and stitches1fangirl. I do not take full credit under any circumstances
for this work.
This story is a work of fiction. We only own the characters that are non- WWE. Vince McMahon owns the WWE and characters. Do not distribute, do not sell, and do not sue. THANKS..****************************
"Put him there," The ship's doctor Colleen MacDougal indicated a nearby bunk. "What happened?"
Edge had grown quite pale and his coughing had intensified. He was now in a state of delirium and barely coherent of his surroundings. Shawn guided him to the small space and helped him lie down.
"He's burning up!" Colleen commented when she touched his forehead. "Get me a damp cloth and some wine."
"Aye," Responded Roxy and left the chamber promptly. "It might be the flu," guessed Shawn then noticed Colleen's unfamiliarity with the slang word and added, "Influenza."
"I hope you are mistaken, this could be very bad," Colleen looked horror stricken.
"Why it's just a little bug, it'll pass," Shawn said not remembering his history.
"Are ye daft, man?" Colleen looked at him like he was insane.
"Whole villages have been wiped out by the influenza in the last year alone," Maxine told him.
"Aye, cap'n will be needin' to know about this right away," Colleen added.
"You don't think she'll send 'im off, do you?" Maxine's eyes grew wide in fear.
"I don't know lassie," Colleen replied sadly. "Look you know how dangerous this could be. She'll not be wanting to risk the whole crew."
"Wait a minute," Shawn interjected. "Maybe in this time influenza is dangerous, but in my time we've learned how to deal with it. Trust me, Edge will be okay. He is just going to need a quiet place to rest for awhile and plenty of water. Look, I can show you what to do if you like." Shawn was desperate to protect his comrade.
"That's right!" Maxine exclaimed with hope in her eyes. "They're from the future! He probably is telling the truth, you know."
"I don't know Maxine," Colleen regarded them both doubtfully. "Trusting the word of a prisoner is taking an awfully large risk. Mad Kate would be furious if she were to find out."
"Please Colleen, maybe we can all learn something from them," begged Maxine.
"All right, but you are going to have to stay quiet and not breathe a word of this to anyone," Colleen cautioned then looked at Shawn. "How are we going to explain this one's freedom to walk about?"
"Well, Roxy seems to like him; maybe she has need of a personal slave?" Maxine suggested, "Molly didn't earmark this one like she has the other two."
"All too true," laughed Colleen.
At this Shawn felt his cheeks start to burn, but was curious as to whom Molly had claimed. Jericho was an easy guess but the poor guy probably didn't realize it. Just then, Black Spot Roxy returned with the items Colleen had requested. The other two pirates quickly filled her in on the plan.
"So, he's to be my personal slave, eh?" Roxy's eyes were merry as she watched him blush anew. "What have you to say of this?" She addressed him.
"Uh...sure," Shawn responded. "I just don't want anything to happen to my friend, OK?"
"I understand however; you'll still have to sleep in the brig, all right?" Colleen told him then turned to Roxy, "And you'll have to okay this arrangement with Kate."
"Poor, poor man," lamented Maxine mopping Edge's brow with the cloth. "How do we help him?"
"Well first off," Shawn told her. "You have to make sure you wash your hands every time you leave him. Do not share cups or flasks with him period. Mostly you have to let him rest and keep him cool till the fever breaks. A little of the rum should take the edge off his pain. Probably you should let me do the hands on care, since I've been exposed to this before. Your system might be a little weaker when it comes to handling this. And we'll need to get some citrus fruits. Like oranges, limes, lemons, and grapefruits. Do you have an area that he can be apart from the other patients?"
Colleen looked thoughtful and gestured to a door, "I think I could move a few things around in the storeroom through that door."
"Let's move him there as soon as possible," Shawn urged.
"OK, give me a moment to get it ready," Colleen told him. "Maxine, Roxy, come help me."
"Come on buddy," Shawn told his friend quietly. "You've got to shake this off. There's no telling how long until they get too scared to listen to reason."
"Ugh," mumbled Edge. "Am...trying....to...Shawn...don't...let...Maxine...close."
"Easy buddy," Shawn smiled. "Don't try to talk; you need to rest."
"don't...want...her...sick," Edge managed to get the words out.
"I know man, she digs you too dude," Shawn chuckled. "Now, seriously you need to get some rest."
Unbeknownst to the two wrestlers, Maxine had been watching them silently from the storeroom. Her eyes filled with tears as she registered what she was hearing. Edge actually liked her too; the feeling was mutual. Maybe just maybe, he'd help her escape this wild life as a pirate. She'd never really felt as if she belonged onboard the Roaring Lioness. She was there because she'd been forced too.
"Maxine!" Roxy tugged on her arm, "quit dreaming; we've got work to do."
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This story is a work of fiction. We only own the characters that are non- WWE. Vince McMahon owns the WWE and characters. Do not distribute, do not sell, and do not sue. THANKS..****************************
"Put him there," The ship's doctor Colleen MacDougal indicated a nearby bunk. "What happened?"
Edge had grown quite pale and his coughing had intensified. He was now in a state of delirium and barely coherent of his surroundings. Shawn guided him to the small space and helped him lie down.
"He's burning up!" Colleen commented when she touched his forehead. "Get me a damp cloth and some wine."
"Aye," Responded Roxy and left the chamber promptly. "It might be the flu," guessed Shawn then noticed Colleen's unfamiliarity with the slang word and added, "Influenza."
"I hope you are mistaken, this could be very bad," Colleen looked horror stricken.
"Why it's just a little bug, it'll pass," Shawn said not remembering his history.
"Are ye daft, man?" Colleen looked at him like he was insane.
"Whole villages have been wiped out by the influenza in the last year alone," Maxine told him.
"Aye, cap'n will be needin' to know about this right away," Colleen added.
"You don't think she'll send 'im off, do you?" Maxine's eyes grew wide in fear.
"I don't know lassie," Colleen replied sadly. "Look you know how dangerous this could be. She'll not be wanting to risk the whole crew."
"Wait a minute," Shawn interjected. "Maybe in this time influenza is dangerous, but in my time we've learned how to deal with it. Trust me, Edge will be okay. He is just going to need a quiet place to rest for awhile and plenty of water. Look, I can show you what to do if you like." Shawn was desperate to protect his comrade.
"That's right!" Maxine exclaimed with hope in her eyes. "They're from the future! He probably is telling the truth, you know."
"I don't know Maxine," Colleen regarded them both doubtfully. "Trusting the word of a prisoner is taking an awfully large risk. Mad Kate would be furious if she were to find out."
"Please Colleen, maybe we can all learn something from them," begged Maxine.
"All right, but you are going to have to stay quiet and not breathe a word of this to anyone," Colleen cautioned then looked at Shawn. "How are we going to explain this one's freedom to walk about?"
"Well, Roxy seems to like him; maybe she has need of a personal slave?" Maxine suggested, "Molly didn't earmark this one like she has the other two."
"All too true," laughed Colleen.
At this Shawn felt his cheeks start to burn, but was curious as to whom Molly had claimed. Jericho was an easy guess but the poor guy probably didn't realize it. Just then, Black Spot Roxy returned with the items Colleen had requested. The other two pirates quickly filled her in on the plan.
"So, he's to be my personal slave, eh?" Roxy's eyes were merry as she watched him blush anew. "What have you to say of this?" She addressed him.
"Uh...sure," Shawn responded. "I just don't want anything to happen to my friend, OK?"
"I understand however; you'll still have to sleep in the brig, all right?" Colleen told him then turned to Roxy, "And you'll have to okay this arrangement with Kate."
"Poor, poor man," lamented Maxine mopping Edge's brow with the cloth. "How do we help him?"
"Well first off," Shawn told her. "You have to make sure you wash your hands every time you leave him. Do not share cups or flasks with him period. Mostly you have to let him rest and keep him cool till the fever breaks. A little of the rum should take the edge off his pain. Probably you should let me do the hands on care, since I've been exposed to this before. Your system might be a little weaker when it comes to handling this. And we'll need to get some citrus fruits. Like oranges, limes, lemons, and grapefruits. Do you have an area that he can be apart from the other patients?"
Colleen looked thoughtful and gestured to a door, "I think I could move a few things around in the storeroom through that door."
"Let's move him there as soon as possible," Shawn urged.
"OK, give me a moment to get it ready," Colleen told him. "Maxine, Roxy, come help me."
"Come on buddy," Shawn told his friend quietly. "You've got to shake this off. There's no telling how long until they get too scared to listen to reason."
"Ugh," mumbled Edge. "Am...trying....to...Shawn...don't...let...Maxine...close."
"Easy buddy," Shawn smiled. "Don't try to talk; you need to rest."
"don't...want...her...sick," Edge managed to get the words out.
"I know man, she digs you too dude," Shawn chuckled. "Now, seriously you need to get some rest."
Unbeknownst to the two wrestlers, Maxine had been watching them silently from the storeroom. Her eyes filled with tears as she registered what she was hearing. Edge actually liked her too; the feeling was mutual. Maybe just maybe, he'd help her escape this wild life as a pirate. She'd never really felt as if she belonged onboard the Roaring Lioness. She was there because she'd been forced too.
"Maxine!" Roxy tugged on her arm, "quit dreaming; we've got work to do."
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