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Ruby D.
Chapter Eleven
Thank God...THANK GOD...it was him in the hospital. He was in the emergency room when I got there, so I had to wait in the lobby until the doctor was done with his examination.
It was about a half hour later when the doctor came out. I was pressed against the wall, trying to make myself less noticeable if McWhore showed up. After all, I didn't know if he told her or not. The doctor said Cena's name, and I stepped towards him. "Are you family?" He asked, inviting me to walk with him. I nodded, thinking that he might not let me see him if I said no. "He's pretty banged up. Some scratches and bruises, but nothing's broken. There's probably going to be a little internal bleeding...and I mean the tiniest amount...from hitting the steering wheel at the speed he did, but that should correct itself in a little time."
We stopped walking when we came to a glass cubicle with the number '5' written across it in white paint. "Can I see him?" I was on the verge of tears, but I held them back. It was a hard fight, but I held them back all the same. The doctor nodded, opening his hand towards the cubicle. And that's when I started crying.
The door closed behind me with a 'whoosh' as I approached his bed. He was unconscious, which was due to the sedative they gave him. There was a large gash along his hairline, running from his temple to the middle of his cheek. Parts of his face were purple and swollen, with other small scratches accentuating the accident. It was completely heartbreaking, and I knew I wasn't over him. Even though I said it before, I hadn't moved on.
I held his hand in mine, as I cried into my other fist. I shut my eyes, hard, to try to stop the tears. Although my lids were squeezed to their limit, the tears kept flowing, staining my cheeks and leaving wet spots on the side of the bed.
I felt something touch my cheek, and my eyes shot open. He was awake, staring at me with a small smile curved on his lips. His hand was bruised and red, but he head it up to the soft spot on my cheek and wiped away my tears. I held it tightly, and cried deeper. "Hey," I whispered, in between sobs.
"Hi," He whispered back, moving his legs and wincing in pain. The tears stopped, for his sake. I didn't want him to think he was dying or something like that. With a deep breath, the sadness left my heart, and anger filled it. I was steaming that McWhore wasn't here. She was his girlfriend, as I was so crudely reminded. She should be here.
Then he anger left when he started smiling again. I then reminded myself that he hadn't asked where she was, even though he was probably wondering just like I was. "What happened?" I asked, helping him sit up.
"Testing out my airbags," he kidded, again wincing at the pain in his body. "How was the show?"
His dedication made me laugh. "Fine. The crowd was a little upset that you weren't there, but you had a pretty good reason." It was like time stopped in this instant. Just me and him, staring at each other. I took a chance just then. Reached up to the gash, I ran my hand through his hair, filtering out small pieces of glass. "I meant it. Every word." He seemed confused. "When I said that I loved you. I really do. It's just that with Michelle..." I didn't even think about calling her 'McWhore'. My eyes faded to my lap.
He took my chin with his fore and middle finger and held it up so I was looking at him. "I broke up with her."
"But...she's your manager..."
He shook his head, "She did that, not me. When I left your apartment the other day, I went home and she called. At that point I was still debating whether to tell her or not. I ended up telling her right before tonight's show. That's why we took different cars." He was barely whispering and his voice was low and raspy. It didn't matter, though. All that mattered were his next words. "I love you, too."
He grabbed my hands and pulled me towards him for a hug. I think I hurt him when I hugged him, but he didn't say a word. Cena kissed the top of my head as I curled into his chest, crying with joy this time.