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Randy wasn't too sure how long he was talking for when he heard a gasp from the door. He turned his head seeing her other parents standing there. It was her mother who gasped. Randy softly whispered towards Jade. "I'll be right back Babe." He got up walking towards the door where he quickly hug her mother. "Did they tell you two anything?"
"Not really." Her father responded.
"Well I am not going to pepper either of you with the details. Her body is in bad shape, but they are worried her mind is worse." Randy informed them before fully walking back into her room. He left the chair open for her mother to sit. "They called it more a catatonic state then a coma. They said none of her injuries would or should have caused it, also no drugs that should be causing it. It's just her own mind keeping her like that."
"At least we got her back Randy." Her father said. "And we will do what we can to try to get her fully back. You agree?"
"Of course sir. I am sorry I let her come to any harm."
He turned his head feeling her dad place a hand on his arm. "Don't be to hard on yourself. She is a tough woman."
"Yes sir, I just can't help it, I know the one who did this was determined to hurt me through her, because of that I can't help but hold at least partial responsibility."
"Just remember it will be a long hard road ahead, for all of her family."
"Yes sir & I'll do my best to stay as strong as I can for her."
"Glad to hear it." They stayed a couple hours before heading to a near by hotel just sitting there helpless was becoming too much on her mother.
Randy stayed by her side all night talking to her at long as he could. Finally the toll of it all on him was too much & he fell asleep his hand still resting on her arm. Through out the night different guys came to check on her & Punk. Shane volunteered to be the one to inform the guys that they were safe but visitors were very limited. Besides the McMahon's Beth was the only staff member allowed to see Punk.
When she first walked into his room she couldn't believe it. She remembered how upset & angry she was when she got those photos of him with some woman. Even when she was informed that the photos were altered she didn't know what difference that made, he still had another woman in his arms.
She knew now though, he was somehow forced by Kane into that situation. He was drugged, tortured, kept a prisoner. Tears filled her eyes as she stood by his bedside. The only outward sign something was wrong with him was the bandage that wrapped around his neck. She sat there talking to him apologizing for her screwed up feelings & just hoping he would be ok soon. Not long after that Punks family showed up to check on him. A few at a time would spend some time with him trying to coax him to start waking up while the others either sat in the waiting room, got a bite to eat, or went to the chapel to pray.
It was early into the morning when a sound began to come from Punk's lips. Two of his sisters were in the room when it happened. "Phil? Hey Phil? You hear us bro?"
`What the sis? No…no…can't be.` His eyes tried to open but they still felt like lead weight on them.
"Come on Phil you can do it bro. Come on open up."
"I'll go tell a nurse." The other mentioned leaving the room.
'nurse? Are we out?'
He tried to open his mouth but only a faint strained noise was heard. "It's ok Phil your safe. They have him, he won't hurt you or anyone else." Just the thought of Kane made his body shake & his sister quick to see it tried to calm him down.
His eyes very slowly opened to see the tears on her cheek. "Thank god Phil." Just then a doctor came in & started to order the sisters out.
"No….no ple-please. No." He voice sounded weak but panicked.
The doctor looked towards Punk seeing the wide eyes look of fright, then looked at his sisters you can stay, but against the wall out of the way." He then looked at Punk. "That ok with you Mr. Brooks?" Punk tried to nod but then cringed "You have a pretty good neck injury Mr. Brooks so you may want to watch how you move for a while."
"ok." The doctor came over checking him over including ordering a nurse to come change his bandages.
"Well as I see it I don't see why you won't be able to be out of here by tonight. Of course with after care for your wounds."
"Than-thanks doc." His breath sounded a little short still. "How are the others?"
"I don't know if I am at liberty to speak about their cases."
"Doc…please."
"I am not the one in charge of treating them, so I only know so much myself Mr. Brooks."
"Please call me Punk."
The Doctor nodded before he continued. "The one woman we currently have under observation as a Jane Doe."
"Long hair?"
"Yes."
"Dillia…at least that is what Kane called her. Before you asked she never talked to us…he forced her to work for him."
"I'll inform the authorities of that. As for Mrs Orton, She will live…"
"There is a but in there somewhere doc." Punk as he became more lucid seemed to be gaining more of his voice back.
"She is currently in a comatose condition."
Punk sighed closing his eyes "That monster." He opened his eyes again looking back at the doctor. "Thank doc."
"Any other questions?"
"Yeah." He bit his lip "Any lasting effects from whatever it was he gave me…I know at least one was still effecting me even a week after he stop giving it to me."
"Not that we are aware of, but withdraws can take a month or so."
"If you can recommend any good in house centers in Chicago."
"I'll have one of the aids look that up for you."
"Thank you, I think that covers it." The Doctor left & his sisters walked back to his bed.
"Phil you know what you are saying?"
"Yeah. I may not like it, I may down right despise it by the time I am done. I need to do this though. We have no clue what the hell he pushed on me the time he had me so we have no clue what the effects will be down the road. Because of that I need to go some place that can deal with whatever might happen. Also a place I can talk to someone about it that won't judge & can help me cope."
"Not that we don't want you close Phil, but in our hometown? What if it gets out."
"If it does it does. It wasn't my fault, I didn't ask for that stuff to be pumped into me."
"OK as long as you're sure."
"Yeah I'm sure."
They nodded. "Oh guess we should let Beth get in here."
"Beth's here?"
"Yeah you want to see her?"
"Yeah." They gave him a hug before heading for the door. A few minutes later Beth is seen looking at him from the door. "Hey Glams."
She gave a weak chuckle before walking in. "Hey Punky. So they may be springing you by tonight?"
"That's what they say."
"Great, how long you gonna be out for?"
"I don't know yet, I'll be strait honest with you Beth. I am one messed up guy right now. I'm putting myself into treatment for a couple months at least to reclean my body of who knows what Kane gave me. I know I'm going to have personal issues for a while…Now who knows if it will be a few months, maybe even years…of ever. I'm not asking you to stick around while I do it, unless you want to."
"What you talking about?"
"Beth how much clearer can I put this…until I know I can handle myself a relationship is one of the last things on my mind. I was given stuff that did not have me act myself. I need to know I have full control of myself before I can even think of being near someone else. I would be too detached to be a good boyfriend."
"So basically your breaking up with me?"
"I am just saying…well I don't know. I just don't want you waiting for what may never be."
"I'll think it over." She tried to be strong even if her was breaking inside. She finally got herself to forgive him for what she saw only to have he place her on the back burner.
"Well keep in touch with us poor saps still doing the grind ok?"
"Sure thing."
"Well it is late, catch you around." She offered a weak smile before leaving. Punk just sighed knowing he hurt Beth, but he knew it was for the best.
(OK Should I add a little more to this one then start a squeal a little later or leave this story open & just continue? Feedback people please...FEEDBACK!)