Chapter 16: John in the Hospital and Almost Revealed
John was still in the hospital. He has an IV connected to him. He wasn't allowed to move for eight hours. He looked at the wall clock placed in the wall just in front of him. It said two o'clock in the afternoon, five hours had already past since the biopsy. He would be finally allowed to move three ours from now. Five o'clock.
"Just three more hours John. You need to do this." He said to himself. He looked at the back of his left hand. It was starting to sore. He's not much of an IV person. His thoughts were interrupted when a nurse came in.
"How are you feeling Mr. Cena?" The nurse asked him as she checked the bag of the dextrose.
"Bored." John said bitterly. The older woman just smiled at his answer.
"Don't worry Mr. Cena, your eight hours is almost over." The nurse assured him.
"That's actually what I'm thinking." He smiled back at her warmly.
"Just lift your arms a little… That's it. I'm taking your temperature." The nurse instructed her and he obediently followed.
"Why do you have to take my temperature? It's not like I'm having a fever or something." John asked to the older woman.
"We're monitoring you carefully Mr. Cena to be sure that you are free of infections. Well, according to your temperature, there is no infection. It's normal temperature, thirty seven degrees Celsius or ninety eight point six degrees Fahrenheit." The nurse replied and jotted down the information into her pad of paper. The nurse took his wrist and felt his pulse as she looked at her watch. She nodded slowly and returned to her pad of paper and wrote something in it.
"I'll better get going Mr. Cena. Don't worry. Three hours is not such a long wait." The nurse assured him once again before closing the door after going out.
"Two hours and fifty minutes." He said to himself as he watched the clock. "Just two hours and fifty minutes more."
"How you doing Trish?" Amy asked Trish who was now on the treadmill. Trish looked up from concentrating and saw Amy standing in front of her.
"Going pretty well." She replied and continued her work on the treadmill. Amy handed her a small towel. She stopped the treadmill and stepped down. She took the towel from her and started to wipe her dripping sweats away. Amy just stood there in front of her, eyeing her curiously.
"Where have you been?" Trish asked her, suddenly.
"Um… Just somewhere. I needed some fresh air." Amy lied and she was glad that Trish didn't notice her lie.
"Oh! Okay. So I'm already done with my work out. Want to hang out somewhere?" Trish told Amy as she put her blonde hair into a ponytail and started to go to the shower room.
"I don't know. Where do you want to go?" Amy just shrugged her shoulders.
"I'll just take a shower first then I'll think of somewhere." Trish replied and went inside one of the cubicles to take a shower. She needed to since she sweated profusely while working out. She doesn't want to be stinky half the day! Amy sat on the sink while waiting for Trish to finish. She just glared at the cubicle Trish is. Anger was really visible on her face. But the anger was quickly replaced by a fake smile as Trish came out of the cubicle looking fresh with a towel wrapped around her body.
"Wait I'll just change." Trish told her and turned to her bag and got some new clothes and went inside once again to change.
"So how about we go to the mall and have some afternoon snack at McDonald's?" Amy suggested to Trish as she was combing her wet hair.
"Sure, I'm hungry anyway." Trish just said and the two of them went out the shower room and went outside to get a cab that would bring them to the mall. It was just a few minutes after when they reached the mall. And they directly made their way to McDonald's. Trish just ordered a burger and diet coke and Amy ordered the same thing.
"So what were you and Stacy talking about before I came in the room this morning?" Amy asked Trish while trying to sound casual and not let Trish know that she's on to something.
"Well, I guess Stacy wouldn't mind if I tell you. You're still one of her bestfriends." Trish told her in a quiet voice.
"Go on. You can tell me. I'm not gonna tell anybody about it anyway." Amy pleaded, curiosity getting the best of her. She was really dying to know what the two divas were talking.
"Well, here goes…" Trish started.