Chapter 2
A couple of weeks later, I was sitting in the guys dressing room again and was talking with Amy, when someone busted through the door and said, "Nyla, you better come quick, Mark Callaway's been hurt bad…" I said, "Okay, I'm right behind you…" I took off down the hall and got into the medical room, where he was sitting on the exam table yelling at my assistant. I walked in and had my hands on my hips and said, "Mr. Callaway, could you please not yell at Bridget…she's my assistant and she's only trying to help." Mark said, "Okay, then you beat her…because I'm in pain, and want it to stop." I said, "Mr. Callaway, calm down…getting excited will only make your injury hurt more."
Glenn Jacobs (Kane) was leaning against the wall and had taken his mask off and said, "You obviously don't know Mark too well…excited should be his middle name…next to pissy." I said, "You must be his side kick Glenn…" He said, "Yes Ma'am…anything I can help you with..." I looked over and saw Amy standing there, and I said, "Bridget go take a break, I'll handle Mr. Callaway…" Noticing she was visibly shaken after his screaming at her…she nodded and left…I said, "Okay, now, anyone who is here cause they're hurt raise your hand." Mark looked at me and glared and I said, "Wow...if looks could kill…okay Glenn, get everyone out…except Amy and yourself…and you can go ahead and leave Mr. Callaway here also…I mean, if he must stay then I guess he must."
Glenn shooed every one out as I began my examination…I said, "Amy, in that third drawer there are a pair of scissors…How fond of this sweatshirt are you exactly Mr. Callaway?" Mark looked at me and said, "I can get another one…and stop calling me Mr. Callaway…I keep looking for my father, just call me Mark…" I said, "Fine Mark…the sweatshirt is getting shredded…" I cut the sweatshirt off of him and he didn't have another shirt underneath…damn that boy had a great chest, and arms…nice tattoos…I don't know why but there was always something about a guy who was covered in tattoos…it always did something for me…ALWAYS!
I put my hands on his shoulder and Mark sucked in a gasp of breath…and said, "Does that hurt?" Mark said, "No, you're hands feel like ice…Geez…what do you do soak them in ice water?" I said, "No, my hands are always cold…sorry I should of warned you." Mark said, "That would have been nice yea…" I started feeling around on his shoulder and shoulder blade area…and said, "Oh, I see what the problem is…you're shoulder has been dislocated…" Mark said, "Shouldn't I go have an MRI done, or go see a real doctor…" I was highly offended at that remark…and said, "Excuse me? I suppose after that last comment you'd like to be left locked in here by yourself in pain…cause I have no problem doing so…I did not attend Med. School so I could take shit from over grown, arrogant, cocky wrestlers, whose egos are generally bigger then the cotton stuffing in their head…I'm a doctor for a reason…it's to help people who are hurt…and if you're not hurt you can get up and leave my office right now."
Glenn's eyes got big, there was no one in the world who had ever spoke to Mark like that…he closed his eyes tight cause he was waiting for the state of California to blow up along with Mark's head…