So my 9 month leave went a little easier then expected…Vanessa's hot date was with Mark's best friend Glenn…obviously some serious sparks flew between them, because 3 months later, they got married…Jakie was pretty excited about that, Glenn was pretty much a big kid himself, and he loved Jakie as much as he loved Vanessa…
As for me when I left the arena that night, after my encounter with Mark…I decided it was time for a few changes…no more of that moping shit…I went to work for New York Memorial Hospital…working in the ER…I loved it…naturally with my weird ass sleeping habits that I picked up while working for the WWE…I worked all the funky night shifts…Which made me love it even more…after being at the hospital for 6 months…I had exactly 3 months left before going back to the WWE…
I was working in the ER really late one night, it was probably around 3 a.m. it had actually been a slow night, the first in several weeks…and I was trying to restock some of the trauma rooms…when my hospital pager went off…I was tugging around on my purple hospital scrub bottoms, when I checked it and it had the ER Trauma 1 number on it, which meant they had someone in the room who needed to be looked at…it wasn't a huge emergency, cause if it would have been there would have been a little 911 after the room number…I walked down and one of the nurses met me in front of the room…I pulled my hair in a ponytail…and said, "What's up?" The nurse said, "Dr. Hill, it looks like this guy has been in some sort of fight…he needs stitches…but he won't say what happened…" I said, "It's fine Becky…Thanks…I'll handle it…why don't you go take launch…" She said, "Thanks Dr. Hill." I said, "Stop calling me that…just call me Nyla…" She smiled and said, "Sorry…I'll see you in an hour…" I said, "Okay…enjoy."
I took the clipboard and walked in, closing the door behind me…said, "Okay, sir…" I looked up when heard a familiar voice say, "Nyla…" I said, "Oh my gosh, Paul (Triple H)…" That boy was looking damn good…tight ass T-shirt, Levis, boots and hair pulled back…Mmmmmmmmmmm yummy…double yummy for facial hair…Paul came over and gave me a hug and a kiss on the cheek…
I said, "Wow, I haven't seen you in a while sweetie…what's going on?" He said, "I had a small accident down at the ring tonight…I got whacked with a chair and forgot to put my arm up…and got busted…it hurt like a mother." I said, "Yea, I can imagine…you guys were in town tonight?" Paul said, "Yea, we actually have a PPV here at the end of the week…so we'll be here all week…" I said, "How's Stephanie?" Paul said, "I wouldn't know…we're not together anymore…seems as though she was pulling a Mark…she got married to Andrew Martin (Test) about 6 months ago…" I said, "Wow, that was fast…and her father had nothing to say about it…" He said, "Just the usual…as long as you're happy crap." I said, "Damn…I'd say poor you, but you never was one to dwell on anything…" Paul said, "Hell, I've survived matches worse then finding out that she was cheating on me with Andrew…but we talked and pretty much worked through all our differences…and we just decided staying friends would be so much easier then trying to actually have a relationship..." I said, "Well at least you guys had a chance to work it all out…it's always best to have a friend instead of one more enemy to add to the list."
Paul said, "True…So, can you patch me up?" I said, "Sure, go ahead and sit on the exam table and lay down…cause with as big as you are…I won't be able to reach you…besides you look like you could use a nap." Paul said, "Shit, does it show really that bad." I said, "Not at all…okay, at first I thought you were JR…but now you're starting to look like the Paul I know…" Paul said, "Oh that's low…you are so going to get it." Paul laid down…and I cleaned him up and we talked the whole time…while I put a couple of stitches in his head…
Paul said, "Hey, when do you get off?" I said, "In about 3 hours…Why?" He said, "I'd say how about dinner, but that's a little late, so how about an extremely early breakfast?" I smiled and said, "Okay…I'm usually starving by the time I get off work anyway." Paul said, "Okay…so you want me to come pick you up or you wanna meet somewhere?" I said, "You can actually pick me up at my apt." I wrote the directions and address down, plus my cell-phone number…we said out good-byes and I went back to stocking…and Paul left to go get a little cat nap in at the hotel…