The next day Detective Orton had come to the hospital and taken Machelle's statement so she didn't have to go down to the police station. Since Jamie's house still had the surveillance system, with Bill's help they had a video of what Machelle went through, further evidence to get Jeremy convicted.
Bill had also come to visit and told her about Jamie being terminally ill. He made sure that no was in the room when he told her just in case she needed her space to cry. Machelle thought that it was nice since she didn't want the others to see her break down. Dean and Roman were out side the room listening just in case she needed them.
Vince and Hunter had come to make sure she didn't need anything and keep her company. Vince knowing Machelle wanted to be a part of the company in some way, made sure to tell her when the next meeting was and circled it on a calendar for her.
Vince was being very generous to Dean and Roman too. He had made a deal with them that they only had to go to Raw and Smackdown tapings, so they could help Machelle until she could do things herself. Machelle had argued it wasn't necessary but Vince insisted and wouldn't let her get a word in. She was worried that Dean and Roman had their own lives and that she would be a burden. Dean and Roman assured her they didn't mind, that for them, it was going to be like a mini vacation.
It was four days later that Machelle was released from the hospital. She was so happy to be getting out. Dean and Roman were coming to pick her up. As she was waiting for them a nurse came in and helped her pack her clothes in a bag that they had brought for her. She also helped her get dressed. Another nurse came in with Machelle's release papers for her to sign.
The doctor had arranged for home care nurses to come in every few days. That would help Machelle, with getting dressed and having a shower. So that Dean and Roman didn't have to worry about that part.
She took a piece of toast and banged it on the side of her tray where it broke into small pieces, making a mess, on the floor. "I can't wait to get out of here and get some decent food in me." She said to the two nurses.
"It's not just you everyone hates the food here. That is so you won't get any ideas and want to stay to long." One of the nurses said with a smile almost running into Dean as she walked out.
"She's all yours." The other nurse said as she walked out.
"Can we please get some decent food on the way to Jamie's house please?" Machelle asked not caring who answered.
"What's the matter Machelle? Hospital food is the best ever!" Dean said with a smirk on his face looking at the crumbs on the floor.
"You like it so much you can stay then." Machelle smiled and smacked his arm. "Let's get the heck out of here before they change their mind."
With that Dean grabbed Machelle's bag from the bed and Roman helped Machelle. Then they walked out of the room and down the hall to the elevator.
As they waited for the elevator to come Roman asked "So what kind of food do you feel like?"
Machelle looked at him with a smile "Honestly I don't care. I know you guys try and eat healthy but, I really need a burger, fries or even fried chicken anything with grease. Oh and a decent coffee would be great".
Both guys just laughed glad to see she had a healthy appetite and was in a good mood. As the elevator doors opened they stepped in.
The car was at the front entrance of the hospital. Roman went to open the passenger door. When Machelle opened the back door and got in saying that Roman had longer legs and he would be squished in the back. Instead of arguing Roman just helped Machelle get her seat belt on. Then got in himself and buckled up. As Dean put her bag in the trunk and got into the drivers seat.
Even though Dean and Roman said it would be better for drive thru. Machelle insisted she was feeling okay. So they decided on Denny's for some lunch. Besides it was just around the corner from Jamie's place. After a big lunch, consisting of a cheeseburger, fries, and of course coffee, plus she stole some of
Dean's onion rings with little resistance from him. Even though Roman had nothing greasy on his place, Machelle stole some of his salad, just so he wouldn't feel left out.
When they got home, Dean and Roman helped Machelle upstairs. After taking a single dose of pain meds the hospital had given her, to hold her over until the prescription could be filled, Machelle laid down and was asleep very quickly. Then the two men left the room and went down stairs, making sure to leave the door open so they could hear her in case she needed them.
Walking into the living room Roman said "One of us should go and get her medication filled from the drug store. I have her insurance card and the scripts from her doctor."
"I'll go," Dean said, Then asked, do we need anything else?"
"I don't think so," Roman said, then thinking, he added. "Oh, better get some Lipton noodle soup just in case. The pills might make her sick if she doesn't have anything on her stomach, some saltines, too."
Dean nodded. He grabbed her insurance card and her scripts from Roman and the keys from the table and left.
An hour later Dean came back with two bags, that not only had soup and saltines in them, but also M&M's, chips, Chex mix, grapes and other things he thought they might like for the night time movies he had planned. Since that is what he liked to do when he was off, he thought that it would be good for Machelle too. "A couple days of chilling out is just what she needs," he commented to Roman as he unpacked the things he bought.
They went looking for the dog before both of the men went to bed to let him out to go pee. When they couldn't find him they went upstairs to check the room Machelle was in. El Torrito was curled up with his head on a pillow on one side of the bed. He wagged his tail when he saw them. Dean couldn't resist taking a picture and sent it to Vince, Hunter and Roman, just because Roman asked for a copy to. Machelle slept for the rest of the night.
The next morning the guys were woken up by the smell of coffee and some choice cuss words.
"What do you think your doing?" Dean and Roman said in unison standing in the doorway of the kitchen. Almost giving Machelle a heart attack. She let out a scream and almost fell off the chair she was standing on but, grabbed the shelf with her good arm. "You scared the living crap out of me you guys." She said holding her hand over heart. "Sorry did I wake you guys? I was trying to make you guys breakfast but, it's not going to good." as Dean stepped forward helping her off the chair.
"Okay let's make a deal. You stay off the furniture first off." Roman said "We will look after the meals." He gestured between Dean and himself.
"If not there is always take out. You just sit and watch the master's work." Dean said laughing. He grabbed Machelle by the waist, being careful not to hurt her bad shoulder. Turned her around and took her to the stool at the end of the kitchen island getting her to sit down.
"Then I can help you there." She started. "I can tell you two how to make things but, you two can do the work. Deal?"
The two men looked at each other "Deal." They said in unison. With that Dean went to the fridge and Roman grabbed a frying pan from the drawer.
"What do you guys know what to cook? I mean you said you can make the basics." She said from her seat with her coffee in hand.
"I think we can cook eggs, toast and grilled cheese things like that." Dean said and Roman nodded his head.
"It's the bigger things like roasts, pasta and turkey's we need help with." Roman added.
"Okay, that I can help with. We can start your first cooking lesson at four. There is a roast in the freezer let's take it out." She said as she was about to get up but, Dean stopped her by putting his hand up.
"I got it. Just sit." He said. With that he went into the fridge freezer to search for the roast. After finding it he put it on a plate and into the fridge.
Machelle sat back down. Looking at the two guys and smiled to her self thankful that Jamie's friends were there and that they wouldn't let anything happen.
After she set the table she went and sat down on the stool. She started to look sad when Dean came over.
"What are you thinking about?" He asked looking at her.
"Sorry," she said. Then looking at him she started again, "I don't know, I was just thinking Jamie has another house closer to his business in Florida. Maybe I could sell this one. Maybe live in the other one or sell it too. Maybe even run his business there."
"I think that if you want to sell this one now is a good time. I mean since Roman and I have the time off to help pack and help look for another one if that's what you want. We could call an agent today. Even ask about the market." He turned and looked at Roman.
"If you are not feeling comfortable here we could go to a hotel or leave to go to the other house?" Roman added.
"No I'm fine while you guys are here. It's just when you guys go back on the road for good, what am I going to do? I mean I can't just sit on my ass, I want to help or do something. It sounds stupid I know." She looked down into her coffee.
"No it doesn't, Machelle. He was your friend and ours, we can all get through this if we just stick together." Dean said.
Both Roman and Machelle looked at him, a little surprised to hear such sentimentality coming out the lunatic fringe. "When did you get so mushy Dean?" Roman said with a smile.
"Hey I really do understand. I know I wouldn't want to be by myself with out you guys here," he said, "You think I'm some guy who doesn't care about things, but, I do care about my friends. Machelle you're a friend now. Even if I act crazy on TV, I do have a heart. Now can we stop with this mushy shit? And eat? I'm starving!"
"Typical Ambrose," Roman said, shaking his head, "Pulling things out of left field. We just never know what you're going to say next."
Machelle just smiled and put her head on Dean's arm and put her hand out to Roman, who took it and gently squeezed it. "You're right we can get through this together," she said, "Thank you guys for being here and helping."
After they finished breakfast Machelle grabbed the phone book out looking for movers. After she called several and got appointments with three to get estimates over the next couple days. So she could look through and pack the things that she would keep. She was serious about selling and moving, starting over would be a good thing.
She went back to the phone book and looked for a realtor. She called one to make an appointment with them for the next day. Then she took her medication feeling a little bit sore and went upstairs for a nap.
A couple hours later she came down stairs to find Roman and Dean playing in the back yard with El Torrito. She opened the patio door and stood beside Roman. She laughed as Dean fought the big dog for a ball. Machelle and Roman had started laughing even harder when El Torrito shook his head and drool went flying out of his cheeks hitting Dean in the face and arms. Dean was totally disgusted but, laughing at the same time. Roman was almost rolling on the ground holding his sides. El Torrito then saw Machelle. He came at her in a full barrel run. Roman thank god, stepped in front of her as she took a couple steps to the side. So the dog wouldn't run into her and knock her down. They all laughed when again the dog knocked down Roman and started licking him upside the face. Then it was Dean's turn to start rolling on the ground in laughter. Machelle ran back into the house grabbing her phone to take pictures of the whole scene. After several minutes of Roman trying to get the dog off his chest he finally succeeded.
Then they decided it was time to start making dinner so they went inside. After Roman and Dean went to their rooms and cleaned up they met Machelle in the kitchen. Machelle had sat down with a cup of tea at the end of the big island. Handing them two plain black aprons she found behind the pantry door.
"Okay, first how rare do you like your roast? Medium, well done or medium rare?" Machelle asked the two men.
"Medium to medium rare," they said in unison.
"Good choice." Machelle said. "Okay, first we need to season it with pepper and garlic salt. I don't usually put salt on, if I use the garlic salt. We need to peel potatoes and maybe some carrots and put some water in the bottom. Then put it in the oven for about one and a half hours. It's that easy," she said looking proud of herself for not getting up and doing it. She usually would have.
As she was rambling what to do off, Machelle had turned the oven on to 350 F. Roman had located the roasting pan and put the roast in with the seasoning on it. Remembering to put some water in the bottom. Dean went in search of the potatoes finding them in the pantry. Trying to peel them with a knife and cutting them in quarters. Then grabbing the carrots from the fridge after Machelle had given him a peeler. He did the same. He then grabbed them all and put them around the roast as Roman grabbed the tin foil and tore a piece off. Putting it over the roast. Dean opened the oven and Roman put it in to cook. After getting some broccoli washed and ready for the steamer. The three friends sat down and watched Vampire Diaries until it was time to turn the steamer on and put the green veggies in to cook.
As they waited for the dinner to finish they got the table set. When the roast was done Dean got it out of the oven and Roman cut it into slices. Dean then got the potatoes, carrots and broccoli ready in a bowl and put it on the table. Then they all sat and had their first of many sit down dinners together.
After dinner the guys took the dishes away and put them into the dish washer. As Machelle watched from the end of the island and made small talk. Dean put the tea kettle on while Roman finished cleaning things up. After the kettle boiled he gave her the tea and she took her medication.
About ten minutes later Machelle was yawning "Are we that boring for you Machelle?" he asked with an evil smile on his face.
Which Machelle responded by "Well you know what they say don't you, Dean?" she smiled and winked looking at Roman "If the shoe fits." Then she paused and added, "No, seriously, I'm so sorry guys. These meds are really getting to me. I can't keep my eyes open. I think I'm going to turn in now." The guys helped her up the stairs El Torrito followed behind. He laid in the same spot he did the night before.