Chapter 18: The Perfect Medicine

Lauren woke up groggy the next morning, but was met with an interesting sight beside her. Batista had fallen asleep on his knees beside the bed, holding her hand. She made one single movement and he was up. "Good morning," she said weakly.

"Hey. How are you feeling?" he asked standing up only to sit next to her on the bed.

"Better actually. Just a little dizzy. You should go get some breakfast, you haven't eaten anything since yesterday before RAW started," she told him. Lauren noticed that he never let her hand go.

"Are you hungry?" he asked her.

"A little bit. Nothing big though. Maybe toast or something," she replied. Batista nodded and dialed the number for room service on the phone between their beds. About ten minutes later the food was delivered to their door. They both ate on Lauren's bed in silence, with only the chewing and swallowing of the food being heard. Once they were finished, Batista's cell phone went off. 'H' he mouthed to her and stood up.

"What's up man? Yeah she's still with me. Would you calm down, I said she could come with me. I can't send her back now, she's sick. Oh will you shutup? See you on Friday. Bye" Batista cursed under his breath as he shut his phone.

"I guess you were right when you said he wasn't happy about me being here," Lauren said quietly.

"Don't worry about what he says. He's an idiot anyways. So what do you want to do today?" he asked her.

"Well I don't think I can go site-seeing today. You should though," she told him.

"I'm not leaving you here alone while you're sick. I do have an idea though. But it'll have to wait until later," he smirked.

"What is it?" Lauren asked him.

"You'll see. Now I want you to take some more medicine and get some sleep. You still look pretty tired," he stated and gave her more Nyquil.

"Yes, mother," Lauren laughed and laid back down. Once she was asleep, Batista started getting everything ready for when she woke up.

It was about another two hours until Lauren woke up, and found that it was almost 3 o'clock in the afternoon. She was feeling a little better, still pretty lightheaded, but otherwise all right. She sat up slowly and looked around the room to find Batista gone and the bedroom door closed.

"Batista?" she called out. No one answered her. "Batista you out there?" she called out again. When no response came, she pulled back the covers and stood up. When the dizzy spell hit her, she slowly eased herself back down onto the bed. Then she heard the room door open. "Batista?" Lauren took a deep breath and stood up to go out the bedroom door. Once she opened it, she found Batista just stepping into their room with plastic bags full of stuff. "What's in the bags?" Lauren asked.

"You'll see. Now go on back to bed. I'll be in there in a minute, okay?" he asked. Lauren didn't have time to answer when he came up and steered her back to bed. Batista gave her a wink and closed the bedroom door.

"Well that was weird," Lauren thought to herself. She decided to change into something besides her pajamas. She slipped on a simple red tank top, black baggy pants and sneakers. A knock came at the door. "Come in," she said. Batista walked in and noticed that she wasn't in bed and crossed his arms over his chest, giving her a skeptical look. "What? I'm feeling better," she pouted. Batista simply walked over to her and took her by the hand.

"Come on, I know the perfect medicine for your condition," was all he said as he led her into the living room. As soon as Lauren saw it she gasped. There were comfortable pillows and blankets on the couch, which was right across from the big screen tv that wasn't there the night before. On top of the tv were DVDs, videos, VCR, DVD Player, and yes, even...X-Box. "So what do you think?" he asked from behind her.

"I...I don't know what to say. When did you do all of this?" Lauren asked.

"While you were sleeping. I've even got soup going on the stove for you. Chicken to be precise," he smiled. "It smells like it's about ready. Now if her highness will take her seat," he stated as he lifted her up into his arms and carried her over to the couch. "I'll be right back with her soup." Lauren simply rolled her eyes with a smile on her face. Batista came back a moment later with two bowls of soup for both of them. Once they were finished, Batista asked what she would like to do first. "X-Box? Movies? Cards? Trivial Pursuit? Music? Twister?"

Lauren looked at him with a brow raised. "Twister? You actually bought Twister?" she asked him.

"Yeah." Lauren just started laughing. Batista soon joined her. Once they were more calm, Lauren slowly stood up and took Batista by the hand.

"Twister it is then." she smiled and pulled the game off the table. Pretty soon they were all twisted around and bumping into each other. Batista kept trying to poke Lauren to get her to fall, only to fail miserably. "Oh come on! You're such a cheater!" she laughed. Seeing as how she had to look at him upside-down.

"Takes one to know one! You keep elbowing me!" he laughed back.

"Nuh-uh! It slips!" she replied. Just then her elbow slipped again and caused Batista to completely fall over. The whole ground shook, making Lauren struggle to keep her balance, but eventually subsided. She stood up and raised her hands in victory. "And he's down for the count! Vixen is the winner!" she cheered.

"I'll never get that," Batista stated leaning on his elbows to keep him up.

"I'm just more flexible and more balanced then you are," Lauren laughed.

"Not that. I meant your stage name. It doesn't seem to suit you," he told her with a thoughtful look in his eyes. Lauren just blushed and turned away from him.

"Well, let's play something else. How about cards?" Lauren asked pasting a smile on her lips.

"Sure. What game?"

"Hmm. How about poker? That's always fun," Lauren suggested.

"You know how to play poker?" Batista asked her.

"Of course. Strip Poker is my specialty anyways," she said walking over to the couch. She dared to turn and see the shocked look on Batista's face. "Geez! I was just kidding! Come on, let's play Go-Fish!" Lauren jumped onto the couch and pulled the deck off the coffee table.

They spent the next two hours playing cards, with Batista getting his butt whooped by Lauren. "Can we play something else?" he whined leaning back against the couch.

"You're just upset 'cause you're a loser!" Lauren laughed placing a finger and thumb on her forehead in the shape of an 'L'.

"I hate you," he mumbled like a child.

"And why do you hate me?" she smirked.

"Because you're too good at cards. It makes you very 'hate-able'," he smirked back.

"There's no way anyone could hate someone as cute as I am!" Lauren laughed. Batista gave her an 'I agree' look that made her look away. "Well fine then you baby! I was getting tired of beating your sorry butt anyways." His only response was an irritated growl. "Like they say, we saved the best for last," she said looking at the beautiful X-Box on top the tv.

"Now you're speaking my language," Batista stated and each grabbed a controller and headset for Halo 2. They were pretty good as a team and defeated the enemies easily. After about one hour of games, Lauren figured it was time for some movies. She was pretty tired anyways, and the sun was setting outside. "Now you have your choice of movies. Comedy, Horror, Chick Flick, Suspense, or Action?" he asked her.

"Comedy." she replied.

"Now your choices are: Hot Chick, Dodgeball, Shallow Hal, Blue Collar Tour, or (Reader's Favorite Comedy)..." and he went on and on with choices.

"Okay! Okay! I pick... (Reader's favorite comedy). Then we'll watch the Blue Collar Tv Comedy Tour. Those guys crack me up." Batista nodded in agreement and slipped the DVD into the player. He sat back on the couch to see Lauren pretty tired. He took her and lifted her up, so he could lay her down again and covered her up with one of the really comfy blankets, and laid her head down on a pillow. "Where are you going to sit?" she mumbled.

"I'll just make myself a little bed on the floor with the extra blankets and pillows" he said and did like he told her. Once the movie started, Lauren realized she didn't like the idea of Batista being on the floor by himself. She got up with her blanket and pillows and laid next to him on his little blanket bed. "What are you doing down here?" he asked her laying his head on his palm, propped up by his elbow.

Lauren was still looking at the tv when she said "You looked lonely down here. Besides it's comfier down here."

"You're sick. You're not supposed to be on the floor," Batista said sternly.

"Well I'm not staying up there alone. It's creepy being able to see the top of your head," she shuddered. They both just started laughing.

"Okay. Then I only see one option." It was all he said until he stood up and lifted her blanket-cocooned body and put it on the couch as he sat next to her. Lauren shifted so she was laying on his shoulder. She used the blanket to cover both of them and fell asleep quickly. Even before Larry the Cable Guy could do his 'Git-R-Done' routine. Batista put a pillow in his lap and laid her head down on it. He stroked her hair for a little while until he fell asleep himself.

Lauren woke up the next morning and found herself lying down on Batista's lap with his arm draped around her. She didn't say anything or do anything that might wake him up. She simply went back to sleep with a smile on her face. "This was definitely theperfect medicine."

A/N: Howdy! Hope you enjoyed that! Who wouldn't want to play Twister with Batista? God knows I would, hehe. Anyways, please read&review. The next chapter will probably be their trip to Smackdown. It will not be too pretty, lol. Thank you all for the reviews so far, they mean the world to me :)