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Eddie draped the cloth over Rey's burning forehead and looked up at Dave, the worried look plain on his face. Dave put a comforting hand on his shoulder.
"He'll be alright," He said "he's a tough little guy." Eddie nodded. Rey was tough he would get through this, he hoped.
He pulled a chair up next to the bed, close to Rey's head, so he could keep an eye on him. Dave did the same. They exchanged worried looks. Then it hit him. Mr. McMahon didn't know. He picked up the phone and talked to him for a few minutes.
"McMahon is not happy," Eddie said "actually that's an understatement he is fucking pissed."
"If Rey gets any worse I'll call a doctor" Dave said, taking his temp again. Rey's eyes cracked open slightly.
"Hey Rey, welcome back." Eddie said. Dave got up and returned a few minutes later with a small bowl of soup. Eddie propped Rey up carefully. He was too weak to lift the spoon, so Dave was forced to spoon feed him.
Then Eddie popped the question they were both thinking.
"How long have you been sick?" he asked.
" about 2 weeks" Rey mumbled.
"WHAT!" Eddie and Dave yelled at the same time.
"ARE YOU TELLING ME," Dave bellowed "THAT YOU HAVE WRESTLED AND TRAINED WHILE YOU WERE SICK AND NEVER SAW A DOCTOR OR MENTIONED IT TO ANYONE?" Rey nodded weakly. Dave threw his hands up in the air in frustration.
"HOW COULD YOU?" Eddie yelled astonished "HOW COULD YOU DO SOMETHING SO STUPID!" Eddie's anger subsided some what.
"Ok," he said through clenched teeth "we will talk about this when your better, but right now get some sleep."
Rey nodded, closed his eyes, and drifted off into sleep. Eddie turned to Dave.
"What was he thinking?" he said throwing his hands up too.
"I have absolutely no idea." he said, shaking his head and looking down at Rey.
A/N: Hey what do you think? I'm having computer problems so page breakers, italics, and some other things may be missing from both chapters.