Chapter 11 – A fine line
See anything familiar: I dont own them (let's have a little cry)
Italics means flashbacks to their past.
She stroked his hand lovingly.
She had been sitting in that plastic chair since 9:17 P.M on Monday and it was now the early morning of Friday and to her knowledge he showed no obvious signs of waking up…not even the slightest movement other than breathing.
"I swear to you John, the moment I can, I am hunting for them – for both of them – and I wont be back until their blood is spilled. Baby it wasn't meant to happen this way. I mean – you still have your title and me and the babies but at what cost?" she had heard that people in coma's heard everything that went on around them so for the last few days – ever since the doctors had let people come in to see him – she – as well as anybody else that stepped foot in the sterile white room – had been trying to talk to him and for the last four days it felt like she was talking to herself.
Their relationship had just been fixed – they were finally healthy and now they were finally able to trust each other completely and without doubt – yet somehow it had all been gone to waste because it had – once again – been taken away from them.
"I love you, baby," she said, reaching over and stroking his hair, "the minute you wake up I swear to you that we will work things out again. Just know that no matter what happens I can never hate you or even be angry at you and no matter what you do – or who you do –" she added with a sardonic laugh, "you will always be my number one. Therefore, you will always be forgiven – no matter how many times and how many days I go without talking to you…I just love you so much, John Cena, and after everything is worked out then we can finally be able to get married without any interruptions." She continued to gently stroke his short brown hair.
He stirred slightly in his dreamless sleep and the doctor – clad in his usual, sterile white, equally blindingly sterile clipboard in hand – walked through the door, smile unconcealed on his face.
His smile looked as if it had been used too many times to count and as if it had been thoroughly practiced, she dully noted. "Seems to be doing well. Better than he has been since he got here, really. He should probably wake up in the next three to five days – which is fairly soon for someone who has been through as much as Mr. Cena – and there shouldn't be any permanent – or really long-term – problems, if he has any allergies to the pain medication that we prescribe him for home just come straight back here. He can go home after an overnight stay after he wakes up and honestly he will be just fine and good-as-new. He needs a week or so of bed rest and three to four months he wont be able to wrestle and then of course he has to have physical therapy, it might take a while to heal his arm. That's all for now dear, have a nice day, I will be seeing you later." And with that, he walked out into the vast sea of white and sterility.
"You mean the world to me."
"You mean the world to me Amy. I love you more than anything." He stated, his voice full of passion, his movements showing nothing but raw emotion.
Lightning hit and flashed white against the velvety blue-black night sky.
"It will all be okay Amy." He said, rolling her over onto her side as she breathed and panted heavily.
"It'll be okay John," she held his hand in hers, "I assure you John, it will all be fine and we will get through this like we do everything else. We always do." She pushed the hair off of his face and her voice got quieter, "because we love each other and in the end that's all we need. We're meant to be John…we're soul mates…remember?" she seemed to be quoting him now, but maybe it would wake him up and if there was a chance – even the slightest possible chance – that it would wake him up she would definitely take it.
"We're meant to be Amy. You an' me, together forever, it's the real thing. We'll be together as long as there are stars in the sky, no matter how corny that sounds. You're all I'll ever need baby…I mean…we're soul mates."
"I-I…John, I'm not so sure if I can do this anymore…John my heart cant be broken again…I-I need time John, I need space," she sighed raking her hands through her curtain of thick red hair.
"Amy," her name came out on a sigh, "how can you just quit now? How can you just give up on us and all we've had – all that we could have? An' it's okay if your heart cant take bein' broken again coz I – for one – aint plannin' on breakin' it. You need time? Take time. Need space? Have all the space you want Ames, all I'm askin' for is a real shot – all I want is a chance from you Amy an' I know that I aint gonna get that an' I don't even know why I bother makin' such a fool of myself but I'll settle for this: promise me that you aint gonna shut me out…" his head fell into his hands and blue eyes filled with unshed tears at the look of conflicting emotions that held on her face.
"John I-I…I just cant do this right now, I cant deal with a relationship at this stage of my life. But I promise you that – nothing more – but I will never shut you out," her eyes softened at the forlorn look on his face, "I could never completely shut you out John," she sighed deeply, "I love you too much to ever be able to do that to you." And without so much as another word she turned on her heel and walked out of the door, just missing the tear that silently made its way down his cheek.
Hazel eyes squeezed shut and filled with tears.
She still clutched onto his hand for dear life and stroked it gently.
"I promised you that I would never shut you out and we're having babies together – which is a huge step in a relationship and we're meant to be as close as ever – yet all I've been doing lately is shutting you out and for that I am truly sorry." She put her head in one of her hands, eyes still focused on him.
"Hey…uhh…I can come back later if you want but I just came to see how he was doin' I figured that the both of ya needed some outside company." The voice said, clasping a hand over the redhead's shoulder.
"He'll wake up soon…hopefully but right now all we can do is hope that he will…" she trailed off, eyes filling with tears once again.
The man put his arms around her in an attempt to soothe the pregnant redhead, stroking her hair gently. He leaned down, closed his eyes and placed a light kiss on her lips.
She pushed him away but not quite fast enough. John Cena was looking at the both of them, not bothering to hide the pained look that was apparent on his face.
"Who would'a thought?" he asked rhetorically, laughing sardonically at the both of them, "my best friend an' my fiancé together. I though that we were gonna work things out Amy, I never thought that my betrayals would finally come back to haunt me but I didn't know what I was doin', just go Randy, I don't want any of your fucking crap right now an' I'm in no condition to fight you right now so just stay away Orton an' leave me an' my girl alone…just get the fuck outta here…" the angry ice-cold glare of his made Randy Orton rethink opening his lips in the slightest, causing him to walk out the bright white corridor.
His gaze shifted to the uneasy redhead "I think you should leave Amy…" he paused for a moment, trying to find the right words, "You've done enough for now but seriously? I thought you were better than that an' I thought that you learnt from my mistakes…" his speech was cut short by sniffles and muffled words of understanding, before footsteps and the closing of a door.
He was alone once again and he knew just who to call…because there was nothing more than a fine line between love, hate and lust…with emotions running wild all lines were blurred and everything was all of a sudden one in the same…