Characters in this chapter: Shawn Michaels
Notes: Sorry about the LONG wait. I've got a lot on my plate in real life, but I've been trying my best.
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Out Of The Hospital, Out On His Own
After Shawn was released from the hospital, Shawn was able to walk with the help of crutches. Spending all that time in the hospital gave him time to think about everything going on. Since the building collapsed, everything was a blur. The physical and emotional damage he caused Rebecca and the kids, the physical damage he caused Christian, just everything. Its not like he cared for Christian at all, but he still did damage. To him, everything was moving just so fast he couldn't catch up. He used his crutches to make his way to an airport and get a plane ticket to San Antonio. After that, Shawn made his way to a hotel in New York. Wasn't one of the best hotel's he ever checked into, but he just needed time to relax, and even more time to think about what he was going to say to Rebecca. He had tried almost everything he had in him. He took the elevator up to his hotel suite and sat down on the comfortable yet small bed. Shawn sighed heavily and looked around. The dark purple colored room sank him into a depression, the dim lights in the room were flickering on and off, the TV looked all fuzzy and uncolored and he could've SWORN the dark purple paint had led in it. Shawn shook his head, put his crutches aside and laid down on the bed. After all these days, all these SHORT days, he was able to bring the old Shawn Michaels back into his head. The loud, charismatic, optimistic person everyone loved, including Rebecca, Cameron and Cheyenne.
"This time, I'm on my own. Just enough peace and quiet to think about what to say to Rebecca to win her back. Just enough peace and quiet to think about what to say to the kids to win them back. And just enough peace and quiet to think about what I'm going to do about Christian." Shawn sighed heavily and shook his head. Shawn sat up and rested his hands in his lap and closed his eyes, pretending he was talking to Rebecca. "Listen, baby, I know I've been doing a lot of horrible things lately, but I've been trying my best to clear everything up between us and the kids---" Shawn stopped himself and stomped his foot. "No, no, no! I shouldn't call her baby yet, I shouldn't say I've been trying my best, and I shouldn't have said horrible!" Shawn sighed again. "Horrible is just...sugarcoating it, in a way...Alright, Shawn, lets try this again." Shawn bit the inside of his lip and started to pretend he was talking to Rebecca again. "Rebecca, I love you, and I know I've been doing terrible things to you and the kids lately, but I've been trying to clear it all up. I really want you and I to be together again, and I promise I'll never do things like I've done ever again. I haven't gotten around to apologizing to the kids yet since I've been trying to clear things up with you first, but just give me another chance and you'll see that man you married years ago, only a lot better." Shawn opened his eyes and smirked. "Thats it. That's what I'll tell her. That's exactly what I'll tell her. Now what do I say to Cameron and Cheyenne..." Shawn grabs his cowboy hat and looks at it, thinking.
"Cameron, Cheyenne, you know I care about and love you both with all my heart, right? I never meant to hurt you or your mother, I love her too, but I just want to say sorry to you guys. I already said sorry to your mom, but if you guys forgive me, we can do the same things we did before. You know, having father/daughter and father/son time, playing games like catch and tag and all of that. Will you two accept my apology?" Shawn yawns and stretches. "I don't think I can come up with anything better than that to say to Cameron and Cheyenne, and I'm getting pretty tired." Shawn adjusted himself on the bed and went to sleep, twisting and turning on the uncomfortable bed. As the room temperature got hotter and the bed got even more uncomfortable while Shawn slept, Shawn started to fall into a deep sleep and started to dream. In his dream, he was back in that building, back on that futon, in a deep, deep sleep. Shawn tossed and turned on that futon as the walls seemed like they began to close in. The ceiling started to crumble, all while Shawn was asleep. Shawn groaned and moaned, trying to get comfortable, trying to find out how to solve his problems. Bits and pieces of that ceiling fell on Shawn's face and Shawn woke up as the walls came closer and closer to him and the ceiling began to disintegrate faster. Shawn panicked and turned. All of a sudden, the walls stopped closing in and the ceiling stopped disintegrating, as if time just froze.
Shawn turned again, still panicking, but confused now. Shawn turned once again, this time seeing Rebecca in tears. "Shawn, are you okay?" Rebecca pulled her hair back, right in front of him. Shawn slowly nodded, blankly staring at her "I'm fine...what's going on? You're not mad at me anymore?". Rebecca tilted her head. "What do you mean, what's going on? Shawn, you've been acting insanely lately, and now you look hurt. I'm really worried about you, sweetie." Rebecca sat down on the futon, not able to see the almost completely closed in walls or the almost completely destroyed ceiling. "I...I am hurt. But not on the outside. But my reason is because of my 'insane actions'." Shawn went to sit down right next to Rebecca, but it seemed like the closer Shawn tried to get, the further Rebecca was. "Don't worry about that, Shawn. The kids and I just want you back. We want the happier Shawn back. The more playful and sensitive Shawn." Shawn thought about what Rebecca was saying. "But I AM that Shawn! I'm back to being that Shawn, can't you see?" Shawn looked away and touched one of the walls. As soon as he laid a finger on the wall, the ceiling and the walls came crashing down.
Shawn woke up and sat up immediately, not believing what he had dreamed of. Shawn looked around at the walls and the ceiling, they were up in that same depressing manner. He wasn't in the building anymore, he was in the hotel room. Shawn shook his head. "Just a dream...the walls and ceiling are up and Rebecca's...not here." Shawn laid back down and stared up at the ceiling, doubting he'll be able to get any rest.