Thank you for the reviews Randy is definitely twisted and devious but that's how I like my Randy. This chapter is kind of short but needed to be to set up for the next chapter. My Punk muse is getting happier with the direction of this story while my Randy muse is off in the corner pouting though it is a very sexy pout. He will be happier with the next chapter. Please review as reviews are like cookies and I love cookies especially peanut butter chocolate chip. But now I'm rambling so read and review let me know what you think and what you would like to see happen in this story I may take your ideas and incorporate them. Thank you all.
Punk tapped his foot against the exam table an assault of emotions playing in his mind the fear he had been living with for weeks was long gone. To say he was pissed was an understatement the anger and rage was simmering just under the surface waiting to explode he kept himself barely contained not wanting to lash out at the wrong person. He was also grateful to Colt the man sitting in the doctor's office with him. Colt had waited for Punk to regain consciousness before acting. At first Punk didn't believe Colt, he was sure Paul would never do any of this too him. But after listening to Colt and having the memory of Lesner attacking him in his own home the puzzle pieces began to click. Paul had keys to his house and knew the alarm code he could let the beast in and despite the public falling out with Paul he still knew Punk's schedule. What Punk didn't understand was Randy's part in all of this and that annoyed Punk to no end. Punk glanced down at his arm and wanted to hit someone the small bruise from the injection was visible and Punk really had a desire to find Paul and at this moment strangle him with his bare hands. Paul knew how important Punk's beliefs were to him. Punk couldn't believe how blindsided he felt at the moment he had trusted Paul all these years loved the man like a father and now he saw the mans true colors the ones he had been warned about time and time again. When Punk had awoken and after talking with Colt the man finally showed him the syringe Punk had been in shock he didn't feel any different, he didn't feel out of control or what he assumed being high would feel like. Together they had come up with a plan, Punk was going to play along with Paul's insanity for now. He was going to lure him in and then take the man down he just hoped he could refrain from killing the man before then. He was going to have Colt and a few others watching his back as soon as he explained to them he wasn't responsible for some very vicious emails he had discovered after Colt explained his distance and shown him some emails he had received Punk had immediately checked his account Paul had not cleared the sent message folder and Punk had seen all the evidence to why everyone was pulling away. Punk glanced at the cell phone in his hand he now had two phones the first thing they had done that morning is get Punk a new cell phone and number though he was keeping his old phone to continue to play Paul's game.
The door to the doctor's office opened and Punk felt his nerves pick up his heart rate increasing. The doctor smiled at Punk opening his chart. "Alright Phillip I ran all the tests you requested, as far as physically you have a concussion and are going to be on vacation for a few weeks. Now to the blood work up I wasn't really sure what I was looking for but I ran the toxicology screen for you." Punk held his breath as the doctor glanced over the results chewing subconsciously on his lip ring his temper rising as the doctor spoke.
"Are you going to report this to the Head office?" He blurted out interrupting the doctor. The doctor stared at him for several minutes without saying a word before taking out a prescription pad he wrote silently before ripping the papers off the pad handing them to Punk.
"I have treated you for years Phil and in all that time I have never once seen you take anything in fact you are adamant against it. So when you say you were injected against your will I believe you. This prescription will explain the steroids and painkillers in your system I know you don't like to waste money but fill them as soon as you leave so there is a paper trail and if anyone has any questions have them call me. I will cover your ass this one time you ever come in again with this stuff in your system I will report it. Understand?" Punk nodded beyond grateful but he knew that in order to go along with Paul's plan he needed to be suspended and that would mean trusting someone he would normally rather punch. After they left the doctor's office Punk filled the prescriptions and as soon as they got home flushed all the pills. He grabbed a Pepsi and went and sat on his balcony he looked at Colt and smirked "time to play the game" he smirked as he dialed Triple H's number.
Punk sat sipping a Pepsi on his balcony the plan was coming together Hunter had agreed to help him as there was no love loss between Hunter and Paul what amazed Punk more was Stephanie McMahon she had taken Hunters phone and helped Punk plan the million dollar had a devious mind and had suggested a few things that were just shocking to Punk.
Punk picked up his cell phone debating on if he should check his twitter account he knew that the WWE website had issued a small blurred that CM Punk would be out of action for thirty days no other information was released but already the dirt rags were saying it was a wellness violation. Everything would be cleared up when Punk returned until then speculation would run rampant. That was the plan though it would appease Paul and give Punk the time to get everything in place. Punk saw a cab pull up outside his home and watched as the dark haired man exited the car Punk studied the tattooed man as he grabbed his suitcase. Randy what are you getting from all of this Punk wondered why and how did you get involved. Out of all of the chaos Punk was the most hurt by Randy he had trusted the man maybe even started to develop feelings for him Paul he expected betrayal from though it stung it was nothing like the bite of conflicted emotions he now had for the Viper.
Punk's door bell rang and he took a deep breath the next few days were going to challenge all of Punk's acting skills. If he got through this he deserved an Oscar. He walked slowly to his door pulling it open a sad and dejected look on his face. Randy stepped inside dropping his bags reaching out Punk tensed but quickly maybe himself relax as Randy enveloped him in a hug. He buried his face against Randy's neck and breathed in the masculine scent. He felt warring emotions flare and when Randy pulled back slightly and kissed him Punk melted allowing Randy's tongue to explore his mouth for a brief moment before Punk's temper rose and he yanked away and before he could think about it punched Randy squarely in the jaw. Before he could attack further common sense won out and Punk turned on his heel storming off to the guest room he had decided to turn into his bedroom dice the attack leaving a befuddled Randy standing there rubbing his jaw.