Welcome back. We left off with Casey getting shoved into a Hallmark store and realizing that John needs her. This chapter will be in Casey's point of view. Let's get started, shall we?
PS: My time line is a a bit off. I know I said in chapter ten that she was only awake for a few days. I'm extending that time period quite a bit. Sorry for any confusion. Enjoy.

Chaingang All the Way

The very next morning, I called Vince up and told him that i needed to meet with him immediately. He quickly agreed to meet in an hour so that we could get me scheduled as soon as possible. He sounded surprised to hear me on the phone. I wonder who kept telling him that I would remain unresponsive and brain-dead for the rest of my days. I arrived at the office building that Vince was renting for the week in record time, making sure to keep myself incognito. I knocked on Vince's door and waited for him to let me in. I heard his voice from behind the door and entered the room.

"Sit down, Casey." I sat down in the enormous lounge chair across from Mr. McMahon's desk. "Tell me what you want to do."

"I want to come back, Vince. The doctor says I'm cleared and there is no place I would rather be than right here in the WWE."

"Have you heard anything from John Cena?" I shook my head. "I take it this will be under wraps until..."

"As soon as possible, Vince."

"Have you worked up any strength at all?"

"Yes, I have. I've been awake for about four months now and all we've been doing is strength exercising. I'm in pretty damn good shape." Vince smiled and laughed nervously. "Judging by your reaction, it isn't the same you could say for John."

"He came to me a few weeks ago and told me that he was considering leaving the WWE." My jaw dropped. John was thinking about leaving? "He said that this business reminds him too much of you and it's painful to come to work knowing that you aren't there." Mr. McMahon laced his hands together and his facial expression read all business. "John Cena is a damn good superstar. I'm not about to let him walk away from the business, Casey."

"I understand completely, Vince. That's why I want to get this scheduled in."

"How does next week sound?"

"Sounds perfect, Vince."

"Great. Here's how it's going to go."

Next Week (John's Point of View)

I didn't care what Vince said. I was leaving the WWE for good. I couldn't take the pain anymore; I had to leave to save my own sanity. I walked through the backstage area, ignoring the looks and whispers from all the other superstars. Monday Night Raw was heading into the final stretch and it was now or never. My music played and I headed out to the ring, faking a good mood like it was going out of style. I grabbed a mic and took a deep breath. "The last three, going on four years, it's been quite a road for me. I've done a lot of thinking and I've come to a decision that some of you may like and others may not. I'm going to-" 'Basic Thuganomics' flooded the room and I spun to face the ramp to see who was trying to get under my skin. This was low, an all time low for me and some punk was messing with me. The song and titantron cut off, leaving the screen black except for a countdown. 'Make It Loud' started to play and now I was really thrown for a loop; no one used that song before so it made no sense to use it now. The song cut off as quick as it started and the countdown reappeared on the tron. My theme song started to play and I was so beyond comprehension it was ridiculous. Who in the blue hell is trying to play these mind games? Neither Edge or Randy had half the brains to pull this kind of stunt off. My music cut off and the countdown reached zero. The lights in the arena went out, leaving the tron with the Chaingang symbol on it. 'Chain gang is the Click' started to play, the lights corresponding with the beats in the song. I saw a figure through the flashing lights but I couldn't make out who it was. I leaned against the ropes, trying to get a closer yet still safe view. The song made its way to the chorus and light flooded the arena, revealing the figure at the top of the ramp: it was Casey! She made her way down the ramp, bouncing down like she was never even in the hospital. The mic dropped from my hand and as soon as Casey stepped in the ring, I strode over to her and picked her up. I felt a new life course through my entire body when I felt her in my arms. A few tears escaped my eyes and I tried so hard to hide them but it was futile. Casey's mouth was next to my ear and it was as if an angel was talking to me...well, up until the point where Randy Orton's name came out of her mouth. "What?"

"I have to call out Randy, John. You can't stop this. He needs to pay." She kissed my cheek and grabbed the mic off the mat. I just nodded and wiped the remains of my tears on my wristbands. "I've been gone for far too long and it feels damn good to be back on Monday Night Raw. There is one superstar, walking around backstage with his head held high, that needs to get knocked down a whole lot of pegs. You put me in a hospital bed for damn near four years and you're walking around like you don't have a care in the world. But rest assured, Randy Orton, you're going to pay for what you did to me. Actually, you're going to pay for what you did to me and John. At the next pay-per-view, you're mine in a No Holds Barred match!"

-FIN-

Sorry it took so long. Haven't been paying attention to this story that much. Hope you liked it.