In the morning…the nurse came in and I woke up…she said, "I'm sorry honey I didn't mean to wake you up…" I said, "No…it's okay…I wanted to get up anyway and see if I couldn't get you to bring me a basin of warm water…I'm going to wash off his face and hands…he's got dried blood on him…I'm thinking probably from the head trauma…"
The nurse said, "Sure honey…in fact I'll ask one of the physical therapy nurses to come in and give you a hand and you can actually sponge bathe him if you'd like…" I said, "Sure…that's fine…Also, as soon as Mr. McMahon gets here…could you ask him to come up…I would like to speak to him…"
After I gave Mark his sponge bath…I sat and watched him…finally about an hour later, Vince came in the room and said, "The nurse said you wanted to see me?" I said, "Yea…" I stood up and Vince said, "How's he doing?" I said, "He was kind of restless during the early morning…but he seems to be pretty peaceful now…"
Vince said, "So what's up?" I took a deep breath and sighed heavy and said, "I want to take Mark back to his home…I would rather he be comfortable in his own bed, then having to sit in this stupid hospital bed…" Vince said, "Are you sure?"
I said, "Vince, Look at him? He's got a hospital gown on that's about 4 or 5 times too small for him, his feet are practically dangling over the edge…he looks like a huge sleeping giant in a small ass bed…he should be in his own bed…all I would have to do is change his IV bag and catheter bag…which neither should be too difficult."
Vince said, "You do realize that Mark doesn't live in the same ranch that him and Sara owned…" I was in a state of shock and said, "What?" Vince nodded and said, "Yea…he took a couple of month off and put the ranch up for sale…he lives on the other side of Houston now…still out in the country…he had a whole new ranch built up…it's actually a little bigger…and the horses have more free rein over the stables and yard…You think you can handle it?"
I smiled and said, "Absolutely…I have to get him out of here…he just doesn't look comfortable." Vince said, "Okay…I'll go talk with the doctor and see what we can do." I said, "Thanks Vince." Vince gave me a quick hug and left…while he was gone a few of the guys came in to see Mark…and check on me…making sure I was holding up ok.
Vince came back about an hour later…he said, "Okay…all the arrangements have been made…they will air lift him and you to the hospital in Houston, and then take him and you by ambulance to the ranch, then a nurse from the Houston hospital will come by once a day to check on him, and bring you daily supplies of bandages and IV, she'll show you how to change IV's and catheter bags…She'll move his IV needle once a month to a different place…it can't stay in one place or it will get infected…"
I said, "When are they going to move him?" Vince said, "First thing in the morning." I said, "Okay…thanks for everything Vince…" Vince kissed my forehead and said, "You're welcome hon…just keep in touch with us." I smiled and said, "I will." And gave him a hug…And he took off to help get the wrestlers all collected and let them know what was going on.