HEY GUYS! sorry for the delay, i've been super busy with coursework and meeting deadlines! But guess what? i break up tomorrow so i'm free to do all of the writing i want! This chapter is pretty crappy, i must admit, but i promise that this is going to be so worth it in the end, it is a work in progress! Thanks for all of the awesome reviews, i really love hearing from you guys, it really does help by knowing what you guys think of this! P.S i'm also going to start adding songs that helped with the chapter, as music is a massive influence and feeds me my ideas. - Jade. xo
CHAPTER SEVEN: WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?
I couldn't believe it. Why was Randy here, in hospital, waiting for me to make a recovery? It was beyond me and your guess is as good as mine.
"Uh.. Hey." I responded, allowing my confusion to leak through my voice just to alert him of the fact that I was curious about why he was here, without having to actually ask him.
"How are you feeling?" He asked in a low voice, his brows furrowing in what I could only assume to be concern. Why was the Viper worried about my health? Last time I checked, the guy hated me and he hadn't even taken the time out to get to know me.
"Good, yeah.. Great.." I chirped in an over the top enthusiastic tone of voice before instantly crawling onto the next topic. "Don't get me wrong, it's nice to have someone here.. But the last person I expected to be waiting for me to wake up would be you.." I trailed off, hoping he would catch my drift but judging by the expression on his face I would have to save the time and just come out with it. "Why are you here?" I demanded whilst crossing my arms, it was only then that I took a glance down to realise that I was in a hospital gown. An unattractive, knee-length, clean-smelling, hospital gown.
"I thought it was the least I could do.. After what happened in the parking lot. Plus, Cody insisted that I stick around to make sure everything was okay whilst he's gone.." He gave his answer, but I was too focused on looking around for a bag, hoping that someone had left me a change of clothes because I was feeling very, very uncomfortable in this gown whilst stood in front of Randy Orton. "Nat wanted me to give you this.." Clearly he had noticed my discomfort and the fact that my eyes were darting around in search of clothing, for he held out my sports bag.
"Nice of her to drop it off herself." I commented in a tone of complete sarcasm. I was pissed that Nattie hadn't stuck around to make sure I was okay and to be there for me when I woke up – sure, we only knew each other for a couple of days but we had hit it off like two peas in a pod. I took the bag from Randy's hand and looked towards the bathroom. "Just give me a minute.." I told him before heading into the bathroom to change into whatever Nattie had packed into my bag. Thankfully it was comfortable clothing, leggings and a baggy top along with my pair of scruffy converse. Today, I wasn't focused about make-up or how I looked; I had just been drugged and ended up in a hospital for crying out loud! So I didn't care about what critics would think, I was going to go out my good old natural self. After changing and tugging my wild brunette curls back into a ponytail I zipped up the bag and made my way back out into the main room.
Randy had his back to me and seemed to be doing something on his cell phone. I found myself staring at him, noticing how his shirt clung to his muscles which occasionally tensed and twitched beneath the fabric. And then there were the tattoos, I was a complete sucker for a man with tattoos – especially the skulls coating Orton's arms. I noticed how he shoved his phone into his pocket and turned to face me, and that was when I looked away, busying myself with zipping up my hoody to make it look like I hadn't just been longingly staring at the WWE superstar – his ego was big enough as it is, plus, if my memory was correct, he was a married man. Damn.
"Doc said that you need to sign a couple of forms and then you're free to go.." he informed me and I glanced up to meet his gaze, giving a nod of my head to show my understanding whilst holding the sports bag over my shoulder. I had to admit, movements like that made my muscles ache, but that was probably due to the fact that I had been through a rough night and spent the night in an uncomfortable hospital bed.
It took me around ten minutes to get the nurse to hand me the forms so that I could sign them for my release, and we were now stood in the elevator, waiting for the box to reach the ground floor. Elevators always made me uneasy, and it was probably easy to guess judging by the fact that I was clinging onto the railing pinned to the side of the elevator, staring at the doors with wide, uneasy eyes. I didn't want to know what floor I was at, as I knew that I would only end up panicking myself if we were still at an incredible height.
"Are you alright?" I heard Randy speak from my side, but I refused to look his way, I kept my gaze locked on the silver, steel doors. I could've sworn there was humour in his voice, but I wasn't in the right mindset to react to it, I was too busy shitting myself.
"I'll be fine once this is over, now shut up.. talking about it makes me uneasy." I spoke quickly; I'd be surprised if he was even able to work out what I had just come out with. Again, I heard him laugh from my side and again, I felt a twinge of anger shoot through my veins.
"Talk about what?" he questioned. Either he genuinely didn't know, or he was out to piss me off by ignoring my request and talking about my fear and how it made me so uncomfortable.
"The elevator!" I hissed whilst quickly glancing towards him to show him my annoyance with a glare of daggers, before looking back towards the door. And as if God was finally on my side, a bell rang out signalling our arrival at the ground floor and the doors slid open. I was out of there in a flash.
"I've never met someone who's afraid of elevators." Randy admitted as we wandered towards the exit so that we could make our way back to the hotel. I looked towards him, narrowing my eyes a little – was he really going to pick fun at me because of my fears?
"That's because you've never met someone like me before." A small grin fell over my lips as I responded to his comment before turning my attention back toward what was in front of me. And within seconds we had passed through the automatic sliding doors and were finally out in the open. However, to my surprise, the fresh, cool air, made me feel quite light-headed and I felt myself wobble a little, before a large hand steadied me. "I guess that's the side-effects the doctor was talking about deciding to kick in." I stated uneasily, despite the laughter present in my voice.
"I imagine so. Come on, the sooner we get you back to the hotel, the better." Randy insisted, pushing his hand over my shoulder blades to rest on my right shoulder as he guided me towards the parking lot where I caught sight of the same rental that we had been in last night, where I had literally been seconds away from violating the poor man. I had to admit, Randy was quite the gentlemen, he had taken my bag to put into the boot and had helped me into the car, strapping me in and all sorts. My first impressions of him had been bad; I had placed him in the 'asshole' category due to his behaviour towards me and that little violent outburst in the corridor of the arena. But clearly, he was one of those people where you had to get to know him a little better in order to get a look at what he was like behind those walls.
We had been travelling in silence until the sound of his cell phone ringing jingled throughout the silence of the vehicle. I watched out of the corner of my eye as he steadied the steering wheel with one hand whilst reaching into his pocket with the other. Judging by the look on his face, he wasn't very happy with the name that appeared on the Caller ID, but he answered anyway. I looked back out of the window, but that didn't stop me from being a complete nosey cow and listening in.
"Hey babe.." Judging by that greeting, it had to be someone special, and if I had to guess, I would say that it was his wife. "No I'm alright.. It was a colleague.." clearly she had been told about the fact that he was at a hospital, and he was just setting the story straight to keep he from worrying. Why did I feel so God damn jealous all of a sudden? Damn these little crushes which stick with you for years. "Who? Oh, it was Ted.. he thought he had sprained something but he's fine." What was that? He was lying? To his wife? Now why would he need to do that? Maybe she was one of those over-protective bitches that always assumed that her husband was going to go out and cheat on her with anybody he could find. After all, he had no reason to lie, it wasn't as if he had gone out and slept with me. He had taken me to hospital and was taking me home. What was the harm in that? "Look I'm driving at the moment, I'll call you back later on.. okay?" there was a brief pause. "You too.. Bye." And with that the conversation ended. No 'I love you baby, miss you?' – perhaps that had been what she had told him, hence the 'you too'.. but why wouldn't he have said it back? God dammit Tiff, you're not the Sherlock Holmes of relationships, shut up already. With that I sighed and sunk back in the comfortable seat, closing my eyes for what I hoped would be a couple of minutes of much deserved rest.