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Punk grimaced turning his head away from the horrible smell filling his nose, it just followed and he groaned reaching out and pushing away the hand that held the ammonia tab in front of his face. He glared at the doctor taking several deep breaths to clear his sinuses. "What the hell?" he exclaimed trying to sit up from the stretcher he was currently on. He could see Brenna hovering in the background looking concerned her eyes were filled with worry. The doctor just pushed him back down on to the bed.
"Take it easy Punk you just passed out on me, I'm not sure why but I need to examine you. So lay still and suck it up." Punk glared at the man but allowed him to take his vitals and answering the over annoying questions of the doctor. No he wasn't in pain, he felt fine, he didn't feel dizzy, or have a headache. "Well your blood pressure is a little high, but your breathing is next to normal, so I can't find any reason for you passing out with out a few more tests I think we need to send you over to the ER." Punk groaned and sat up ignoring the doctor's frown.
"I'm fine doc, just the room got really hot and had a little difficulty breathing. It passed and I feel just peachy. So I'm not going to the ER it would be a waste of time and resources. I'm just going to go take it easy on the bus with my wife." The doctor stared at him for several moments and Punk fidgeted uncomfortably under the scrutiny.
"Brenna can you go wait out in the hallway Punk will be with you in a minute." At the Doctor's request Brenna stood and made her way from the room. "Alright Punk cards on the table, do you have a history of panic attacks? Was this a panic attack? Should I give you something for anti-anxiety." Punk laughed at the doctor he was not taking medication, he was straight edge and the doctor knew this.
"No I have no history of panic attacks and this could of possibly been a panic attack I have no clue what that even feels like doc. I just had a tightening in my chest, it was hard to breath, and my head wouldn't shut the fuck up. As for medications you can pawn them off on someone else I'm not taking anything you know that. I'm going to go rest." The doctor picked up Punks chart and jotted a few notes.
"Alright Punk, no medications but I strongly recommend you to lower your stress and talk to someone this sounds like a classic panic attack but I want to check you out before Smackdown tomorrow and if I have nay concerns then you are going to the ER or you won't be cleared to wrestle. I know you have a lot going on in your life right now and have several changes but you need to remember to stay calm. You could have one of these attacks and your blood pressure could get so high that you could have a heart attack or stroke this is not something to play around with. If I feel you need medication in the future I will prescribe it and prevent you from wrestling if you don't take it. Medications for your heart is not against straight edge they don't encouraged you to die if you are straight edge we both know that I've looked into your belief system. So you can go but just a heads up your wife doesn't share your beliefs so I gave her a muscle relaxer she should sleep well tonight." Punk rubbed his forehead deciding that the conversation with Brenna would have to wait until tomorrow. He stood and walked out into the hallway he could feel the doctor judging him with every step. Punk hated showing signs of weakness and the fact that he had just passed out in front of the doctor was pissing him off. He approached Brenna and forced a smile.
"Are you okay?" she asked her eyes looking up and down his body. He nodded and took her hand leading her down the hallway of the stadium. Taking her out to his bus, he helped her get ready and then tucked he snugly into bed. "Night Punkers, love you" she whispered as she drifted off to sleep. He was glad she took the muscle relaxer he knew her body must be killing her and he made sure Tiny was not going to disturb her and then headed into the living area of the bus with Pumpkin hot on his heels.
Punk laid in the couch on his bus, headphones firmly in place as he blasted Rancid into his brain. He was conflicted and needed his own space for a while. Brenna was asleep in the back the mild muscle relaxer the doc had given her had knocked her out and for that Punk was glad it gave him time to think. Brenna had become an important part of his life and he couldn't imagine her not being part of it yet he saw no way to keep her safe and by his side. Frustrated Punk pulled his headphones of and grabbed his cell phone calling Colt he didn't care that it was the middle of the night or that Colt was sleeping he needed to talk and Colt was his go to guy. After several rings he heard the fumbling and then Colts gruff sleepy voice "give me a minute to get a light on and get comfortable then you can spill your guts like a high school girl" Punk frowned but waited til Colt was ready. These late night calls were not uncommon and Colt knew he needed to be awake and ready for Punk to start spilling. "Alright lay it on me, and tell me everything not the half truths I've been getting lately." Punk sighed and didn't know where to start with any of what he was thinking or feeling.
"Fine full disclosure but you have to let me get it all out before commenting. I haven't been dating Brenna hell I hadn't seen her in years then the whole thing with Paul started and she texted me and by the end of the conversation we were engaged purely as a business arrangement to take out Paul. Yet the last several weeks I've come to care for her more than I've possibly ever cared for any girl, I know she has a past and I'm curious as to what Paul was saying in the ring about her drug use but that doesn't change anything. What does is I'm out numbered and I can't keep my eyes on her all the time, hell she could have been seriously hurt out there by Lesnar tonight and I couldn't stop it. What happens when she does get hurt and its my fault? I feel like I should end this arrangement but I don't know if I'm strong enough to walk away just the idea of it sent me into a panic attack and my blood pressure through the roof I passed the hell out the doctor wanted to send me to the fucking emergency room I refused and now I'm suppose to be resting and the Doc will check me out before the show tomorrow. I think I scared Brenna when it happened and I hate that. How the hell am I suppose to rest if I can't shut my mind up and to top it all off I have a pug staring at me intently as if asking if I'm going to bed soon and Brenna is in my bed and if I go in there I won't be able to keep my hands to myself! Nothing is helping me stay calm here Colt I swear I'm going to have a heart attack or I'm starting to panic again. I can't keep her safe but I can't lose her what the hell am I suppose to do!" Punk finally took a deep breath and waited. He frowned when he heard Colt laughing "Colt" he stated exasperated at the man.
"Okay, okay sorry it's just I never thought I'd see the day when Phil brooks was in love yet here it is and it's funny as hell because your having panic attacks about it. Now where do I start firstly take some deep breaths and chill the hell out before you end up in the hospital. Now thank you so much for finally being honest with me. I knew that something like this was happening just wasn't sure the exact details. Only you would get married for a business arrangement and screw it up by falling for the girl. As far as her past goes Amy mentioned all that information to me a few days ago and I did some digging a lot of what was said is not the truth or whole story and I'm not sure how Amy got this information if not from Paul so watch your back around Ames I wouldn't trust her right now women scorned and all. The truth is Phil you are scared the idea of her being hurt or losing Brenna paralyzes you. Here's the thing though you can't protect her from life she is going to get hurt that's just a fact if you feel like having her in the ring is detrimental to her health then use your connections hire some back up or recruit some friends, hell if Paul has his Heyman guys then you get some CM Punk guys and stop fighting this war just the two of you. If you leave her you are the biggest idiot I know when this arrangement is over you need to tell her how you feel so if she walks away you have no regrets. The biggest thing though Phil is you need to communicate with your wife no more late night calls to me talk to Brenna she is your to to person now, she is the person you need to talk thing out with. Lastly before I'm going back to sleep Phil stop being paranoid about the pug she just wants her daddy to go to bed which is my suggestion go into the room don't wake Brenna up snuggle your wife and let the fact that your holding her in your arms calm you. Now get your head on straight go to bed and don't be an idiot. Good night Phil". With that Colt hung up not wanting to debate with Punk it was easier to tell the man point blank how it needed to be then let him process the information he was after all one of the most stubborn man he had ever had the privilege of calling a friend. After several long minutes Punk stood and wondered to the bedroom he stood there watching Brenna sleep for a while after a bit she pulled down the covers and patted the bed beside her. Punk walked over and slid into the bed wrapping his arms securely around her he buried his face into her neck and took a deep breath the smell of her shampoo filled his senses and he felt his heart rate lower as he easily drifted off to sleep.
The next day went by to quickly for Punk, they had press, and an autograph session before Smackdown so he never had a chance to talk to Brenna before he needed to head in and see the doctor. He was slightly grateful for this as he still needed to figure out if he was letting her go or keeping her closer. She had been brave throughout the day but he could tell she was in pain, so he left her on his bus with strict instructions that she was to remain there and not come out for the Smack down taping. It would help sell the storyline and give Punk one less thing to stress out about that night. He wandered into the medical area needing to be cleared for the evening. The doctor glanced up and nodded pointing to an exam table. Punk walked over hopping up on the table. The doctor took his vitals and frowned at Punk. "Blood pressure is still high, I'm going to take some blood, sometimes a virus or other medical problems can raise your blood pressure but I have a feeling its just stress but I want to check everything out." Punk just nodded not wanting to fight with the doctor or have the energy to do so. He had slept well once he had gone to bed but now he felt exhausted, emotionally and physically. He allowed the doctor to take the blood staring straight ahead and the white wall. When the doctor was done he study Punk closely. "Have you got any rest? Did you eat today? Do you want to talk with me about anything?" Punk looked briefly at the doctor before staring back at the wall.
"I slept fine, Brenna makes sure I eat, and I having nothing to talk about." The doctor worried about the man in front of him, the last few days he seemed almost blank as if it was to much energy to have emotions. He had dark circles under his eyes and although that wasn't unusual the the lack passion and anger worried him, he would almost swear the man was clinically depressed but had a feeling that wouldn't go over well if he brought it up.
"Alright I will clear you for tonight but see me again Monday, I should have the blood work back by then. If its anything serious I will give you a call. Is Brenna here?" Punk stood nodding.
"Yeah she is on the bus. Plans to stay there for the night resting if you need to talk to her you can go see her there." The doctor watched the man walk from the room and picked up Brenna's chart glancing over the results he had.
Punk stood in the ring and for a change was at a lost for words he felt like his world was in complete chaos and didn't know how he was suppose to entertain the masses when he felt so tired and drained. He lifted the microphone to talk but found nothing to say. The crowd chanted his name and he just lowered the microphone dropping it onto the mat he slid from the ring and started backstage. The titan tron lit up and Paul's face filled the screen. "Oh Punk what's wrong you seem sad. Did someone kick your puppy, or was it Brock F on your wife. I would say my daughter but I've disowned her, she will be completely on her own when you leave. Because you will leave before we are done you will see the error of your ways and admit you need me, until then I sent Curtis Axel on a little mission for me, it seems your wife isn't with you, so I though I should send Axel to watch her back for a little while since you were busy." The camera panned out and you could see Paul standing in front of Punk's bus. He laughed manically as Punk took off running. By the time he reached his bus there was no sign of Paul or Axel. Punk stepped on the bus just as the doctor was going to head off. The doctor glanced at him but continued on his way. Punk stared at Brenna who looked perfectly fine.
"I'm fine, they are just playing mind games. Punk they didn't come near the bus, the doctor was with me the whole time giving me some news. It's okay, calm down." Punk just paced the bus for several minutes not speaking.
"I can't do this anymore. It's over Brenna I will have the bus driver take you back to Salem. I'll ship your stuff to you. I'm sorry this was stupid from the start. It's over I will have my lawyer be in touch about a divorce or an annulment. I won't let you get hurt." He saw panic flash over Brenna's face and she reached out to him. He just shrugged her hand away grabbing his phone and wallet.
"Phil wait please we need to talk about this I have something to tell you it's important." He just headed for the door of the bus.
"Look Brenna this was a business arrangement and it's not working out. So I'm ending it I'm sorry if you thought it was becoming more, it's not we are barely even friends and after this I suspect that we will not keep in contact. So have a great life. We have nothing more to talk about." Punk knew he was being purposely hurtful but he couldn't back down she needed to go home, maybe when everything with Paul was finished he could get her back but for now she was gone, it was for her own good. Punk continued off the bus, Brenna hot on his heels.
"Phil wait, we really need to talk. Please talk to me! Punk. . ." The door closed behind him muffling her words but he still caught the rest of her last sentence and it froze him to the spot "I'm pregnant"
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