"Explain yourself young man! Where have you been? Why didn't answer your phone?" Shawn asked Adam as soon as the young doctor entered the Emergency Room. Shawn's hands were on his hips, his turquoise eyes on fire.
Adam swallowed hard, worried Shawn was bad enough, but a worried, angry Shawn was down right frightening! "Shawn, I'm sorry. I left my phone in my briefcase in the car. I, um... wasn't planning on staying. I guess Hunter told you about my mistake?" Adam paused, Shawn nodded in affirmation.
The physician continued, "I was upset. I just wanted to talk to someone. I knew Jay was out-of-town. I went to see if Bret was home. We had breakfast and he saw I was too tired to drive. So... we had a slumber party. I'm sorry I worried you. I should have called. Forgive me, mother?" Adam's voice was nearly childlike. He looked up at Shawn with sad puppy eyes.
Shawn sighed exasperated, "You better darn well call me next time, young man. Don't call me mother! I only love you, I worry about you and Jason. I owe it to your dear mother. So how is Bret? We haven't seen him since he moved," Shawn asked as he fixed Adam a cup of coffee, they were in the break room of the Emergency Room.
Adam took the offered cup, "Thanks. I promise, I'll call next time. He's fine. He's having a hard time adjusting to being alone, but he'll be okay. Did anyone find the consent form?" Adam asked the Head Nurse.
They both looked up as Wade came into the break room. The Englishman nodded and went to fix a cup of tea. Shawn sighed, "No, I'm sorry. Hunter was this side of dumpster diving. He told me to tell you not to worry about it, he's sure it was just an accident. He believes that you did the job properly," Shawn's tone was low and confident.
Wade smiled, his back was to the two men in the room. His plan was starting off well. He knew a few small mistakes would add up to a major one. He just had to figure out what to do next.
"I'll try. I know the form was, wait! Wade, you were there, with the girl last night. Did you do something with the parental consent form? It's not in the girls chart," Adam asked the imported Doctor.
Wade turned to face Adam, all the humor was gone, he looked puzzled, "No, I assumed you got the form signed when you were out in the hall, with the father. I didn't even see the chart. I was with the girl. I'm sure it just got put in the wrong chart, happens sometimes," Barrett said in a nonchalant tone.
"Those charts have been searched at least three times. Doctor Helmsley was considering going through the dumpsters," Shawn replied. There was something about Wade's response that bothered him; he just couldn't put a finger on what it was.
"So, I guess I screwed up. I've never done something like this before. Maybe I am just a big fuck up," Adam sank down into the chair with a big sigh.
"Adam Joseph Copeland, wash that dirty mouth out. You are no such thing! Sweetie, we all make mistakes. I nearly gave a patient the wrong meds in nursing school, I could have killed the poor woman. One form is not a sin. Just be more careful next time. Hunter is not mad at you, he's just worried. Like I said, let it go and be careful. I'm also glad to know Bret is okay," Shawn spoke with a soft smile and gentle pat to Adam's shoulder.
"Okay, Shawn. I just hate screwing up, you know that. I will be more careful, I promise. Yeah, Bret said to tell you hi and to stop by, he's off the next two days, " Adam answered as he stood. He went to his office, Wade and his cup of tea on his heels.
Adam sat behind his desk and started sorting through the charts. Wade sat in the usual chair across from his fellow doctor. "I hope loosing that form won't come back on you. You Americans like to bring things like that to court; a lot," Wade said in an innocent tone.
"I'm sure it will be alright. It was just a simple set of stitches. Okay, we have one admittance to ICU and there was also one to CCU. Looks like other than that it was a pretty calm evening. Hopefully we will be as lucky..." Adam was interrupted by a rather harried looking Shawn.
"Twenty care pile up on the 255-70 Interchange. I've put us on stage two alert. Hunter is on his way. Ten ambulances have been dispatched, more on the way," Shawn informed the two doctors. Shawn was just leaving for home when the call came in, he knew he had to stay now.
"Odd time of night for a massive pile-up. Come on Wade, now you'll see Hunter's Trauma Codes in action. Stage one is the lowest, stage five is highest. So far, I've only seen one stage five, last year, after a tornado, it was bad. Let's go," Adam said as grabbed his stethoscope. He made sure the charts from the previous shift were in their proper place.
"Do we know what happened?" Adam asked as he started spiking IV's, reads to administer. To spike an IV meant that a nurse or doctor prepped the plastic bags full of liquid medicine by having everything ready; all the tubes connected and a needle ready to be inserted into the patient. Spiking IV's ahead of time saved several precious minutes, especially in a Coded call.
"Trucker apparently fell asleep behind the wheel. He jack-knifed off 255, tumbled on to 70 and it accordioned from there. Wade, England has such a good law; I wish they would do that here. After so many hours of driving, they have to sleep. Germany doesn't allow trucks after ten pm on Friday till six am Monday on the road. We need better laws. Okay, lets prep trauma areas from mild to severe," Shawn spoke to the room, then he turned to his team. Maria, though able, was glad Shawn was there.
Hunter arrived with the first victims right behind him. It had been a horrible accident. The fully loaded semi-truck had careened over the overpass and landed suddenly, without warning on the Interstate.
Some how, the truck driver and the three people in the car the truck landed on survived, they were badly injured, but alive. Over forty people had been injured. Adam ran the stage two alert. It was worse than the brawl at the sports bar. Broken bones, bruises, contusions, cuts, scrapes, and embedded glass were all dealt with efficient expertise.
Wade worked hard and learned a lot. He also showed the others some procedures from England that were more time efficient. He had to admit, Adam was a very formidable physician, especially under pressure. Barrett tried to find something to sabotage Adam with, but he couldn't. He decided it would have been when things were quieter and fewer people were around.
Thankfully no other patients came in during the crisis. Anyone that would have come, would have been sent to one of the other nearby medical care facilities. This was standard operating procedure when the U of C Hospital Emergency Room was in a "Staged Crisis".
Hunter had worked hard to develop the Emergency Staging System and Alert Codes. Mayor McMahon had approved and supported it to Governor Layfield. The Governor was testing the program state-wide, and so far it was being highly praised. One of the hospitals on the opposite side of town, Denver General, was testing the program as well.
Doctor Hunter Hearst Helmsley was standing at the head of the table in the break room. It was eight in the morning, and everyone was beyond exhausted. "Now that the morning shift is in place, I can finally thank you all. Everyone did a fantastic job. I am proud of each and every one of you. I'm taking you all out for breakfast at Cracker Barrel," Hunter was interrupted by soft applause. Though tired, the group of medical staff were "wired" and hungry. The adrenaline was flowing from all the excitement of the "Stage Two" Alert.
Thirty minutes later everyone was sitting in a private room in the aforementioned restaurant. Shawn had stopped to use the restroom. He was pleasantly surprised to find Bret washing his hands. The two friends greeted each other with hugs. "Good to see you, Buddy! Adam said he had a slumber party with you the other morning. Say, come join us, we had a 'Stage Two' last night. Breakfast is on Trips, he'd love to see you, as would Adam," Shawn said as he went to do his business.
Bret leaned against the sink, he spoke to Shawn through the stall door, "That accident was bad. I listened on the scanner. I figured you'd be the hospital used. I'd love to join you, thanks. Yeah, Adam stayed, it was nice. Its been a harder adjustment than I thought, being alone and in a new house," he ended with a sigh.
Shawn finished, he came out and washed his hands, "I'm sorry Buddy. All I can say is time heals the hurt, but the loneliness? I'd be lost without Trips... oh, I'm, come on, let's eat." Shawn said with a small smile. He hadn't meant to say anything to hurt his friend.
"No worries, Heartbreaker. I know what you meant. Yeah, I am hungry," Bret said with a pat to Shawn's back. He followed his friend to the private room.
When Bret entered the room, something made a low growl rumble in his chest; Adam was in a deep conversation with Wade Barrett. Luckily the chair to Adam's right was empty, he sat down after giving a surprised Hunter a hug.
"Everyone; for those of you that don't know, this is Denver Fire Captain Bret Hart. He's going to join us," Shawn said from his chair next to Hunter. Adam spun around in his chair. He'd been so into his discussion with Wade, he hadn't noticed that Bret was there, let alone sitting next to him.
The others greeted Bret, then went back to eating. The restaurant had provided a breakfast buffet bar. It was just easier and people could eat what they wanted. They even had a place to cook their eggs to their preference and to make either pancakes or waffles. There was also a toaster and a wide choice of breads and bagels.
"Hi Bear! Where did you come from?" Adam asked with a kiss to Bret's cheek. He was happy to see his friend.
"I just came for a bite to eat, ran into Shawn in the restroom. He invited me to join you. As my dad always taught us, never turn down an offer for free food, drink or money. So you worked that wreck? How's the driver and the people in the van he smashed?" Bret asked with a big smile. Being around Adam always put his mind at ease and a smile on his face.
Adam laughed, then got serious, "Alive. The driver has a broken arm and several broken ribs. The driver he landed on broke both legs. The passenger..." Adam was interrupted by a scowling Wade Barrett.
"I'm surprised, that is Doctor-patient information. After that missing paper debacle, you should be even more careful," Barrett spoke sharply, but he hoped it was enough for Hunter to hear.
Adam frowned, but before he could respond Bret spoke, "normally, that would be true, but as a ranking official of the city, I am allowed to ask. My department was part of the rescue. Don't talk to your colleague like that," his tone was just as sharp, but quieter.
Doctor Copeland smiled gratefully, "He's right Wade. He is allowed to have the information, if his department is part of the rescue. I would never tell anything I wasn't allowed to tell," his voice was soft yet annoyed. Who was Wade to interfere?
Wade looked flustered, he wasn't used to being told off, "Sorry Adam, Captain Hart. I just didn't want Adam getting in more trouble," the Englishman said with a small smile, then sipped his coffee.
"I appreciate your concern, Wade. I really do, but let's forget it, like Hunter said. It was a one time deal," Adam said in an honest tone. He just wanted to forget everything and Wade just didn't want to seem to drop it.
"Exactly. No need to keep bringing up the past. I'm sure you all did a great job patching everyone up. Hunter's 'Stage' plan is really working. You really see it in the field with the Paramedics and EMT's. I hope it does go national," Bret said in a tone of finality. He didn't care for the Englishman, and he didn't care if it showed.
Adam gave Bret as smile and a grateful pat to his shoulder, "thanks. Wade is just looking out for me. He's a good person. Come on, let's get some food. Wade join us? I'd like you two to be friends."
Wade smiled and followed Adam and Bret to the buffet bar. Bret wasn't happy, but if Adam wanted him to be nice to Brit, he would at least try. They filled their plates and went back to the table. The rest of the meal was filled with idle chat and was nice.
"Alright, everyone. Thanks again for your hard work. Be careful driving home, now that you have rested and eaten your adrenaline will fade. Thank you," Hunter spoke in a warm, caring tone, with a hint of physician thrown in.
Bret followed Adam and Wade out to the parking lot. They stopped at Wade's car. "Drive careful Adam. I worry about you," Wade leaned over and gave the doctor a soft kiss on the lips. He wanted the fireman to know, he was staking a claim on Adam.
Adam blushed, he hadn't expected Wade to do that, especially in front of Bret. For some reason it upset him that Bret saw the kiss. "Um... okay I will. See you later," his tone was harried. He immediately walked to his own car.
Bret followed his friend, he could see that Adam was bothered, "Hey, you okay? Did he hurt you?"
"No, but he called me a tease, remember? Then he kissed me? He's a nice person, but I can't figure him out. Maybe it's a British thing. I'm getting tired. It was so good to see you, Bear," Adam leaned over and kissed Bret on the cheek with a blush.
Bret smiled brightly, "Look, my place is much closer. Come stay with me again?" his tone was honest and sincere.
Adam thought about it. He liked the idea. "Okay, if you're sure you don't mind. I'll meet you at your place. I need to see Shawn for a minute," Adam said to Bret as he went to where Shawn and Hunter were parked.
Bret nodded and went to his SUV. He decided to wait for Adam. He wanted to make sure the physician arrived at his place safely.
Shawn was standing by his vehicle, waiting for Hunter to settle with the restaurant. "Hey kid, you alright? I saw Wade kiss you," Shawn's tone was again that of an anxious parent.
"Yeah, I'm fine, Mother Helmsley," Adam laughed as Shawn rolled his eyes, he then continued, "I can't figure Wade out, but I will. I promised to tell you, Bret invited me to his place. It's closer and I'm tired. I'll see you back at the grind. Drive safe. I love you guys," Adam said with a hug to the older man.
"That's sweet of Bret. Thanks for telling me, son. We love you too. See you later, I'll take your mail in," Shawn gave Adam a hug.
An hour later Adam was curled up in Bret's bed. Bret only went back to bed to keep Adam company. They lay back to back, and were soon asleep. Hart was finally able to get some good rest with Adam for companionship.
In an apartment not too far away, Wade Barrett was lying in his bed, smirking. He had Adam confused, and he knew it. Wade had seen the glares from the firefighter. He knew Hart was at least "in like" with Adam. All he had to do now was keep Adam confused. Maybe he could dig up a skeleton from Hart's closet and throw it in Adam's face. Nothing could screw you up more than relationship issues. Those issues could be used against Adam at work. The Englishman fell asleep. His plan was gaining insight and momentum, he just had to go slow and steady.
This time it was Adam who had that nightmare. He kept seeing a vision of Chris and Evan fucking in front of him, mocking smirks on their faces. "Stop it! Chris, I loved you! Please!" Adam cried out in his sleep. He sat up, he was sweating and breathing hard. Tears rained down from his beautiful eyes.
"Hey, Sugar. It's okay, it was just a dream," Bret had woken at Adam's first whimpers. He wrapped his arms around the doctor.
"They were mocking me. Just... in front of me. The look on Chris' face, then Evan. It was horrible," Adam's words came in halting pants as he fought to breathe. He was close to a panic attack.
"Breathe, baby, breathe. It was just a bad dream. You made your peace with Chris. You know he wasn't the one for you. Imagine how much worse it would have been if you'd married him," Bret rubbed Adam's back in calming circles. He searched for the right words. He blamed Wade's kiss. It triggered Adam's pain and confusion about Jericho.
Adam's breaths slowed under Bret's calming caress. "You're right, I know you're right. Breaking up with Chris was for the best. I've been alright about it, I don't know why it all suddenly came back," Adam's breathing was more normal and his tears had stopped. He took a deep breath and exhaled deeply. He felt much better.
Bret didn't want to say what was really on his mind about Barrett. He didn't want to hurt Adam's feelings or cause possible problems at work. He kept stroking Adam's back.
"I can go for days without feeling sad, then suddenly Davy floods my mind and I crack. You loved Chris, it won't go away over night. Just, don't rush into another relationship," Bret hoped his words helped. He also hoped Adam got the hint about Wade.
Adam leaned on Bret's shoulder, "Your situation is worse. I have no reason to complain. I won't trust me. My heart can't take a relationship. I'm just going to remain faithful to my job. I think I can sleep now. Thanks Bret, you're the best friend a person could have," he gave Bret another kiss on the cheek.
Bret smiled, a warm feeling went down his spine. With his arms around Adam, he pulled the blond down. It was becoming a habit to fall asleep with Adam in his arms. It was starting to feel right, maybe that was wrong.
Hart brushed his thoughts aside, all that mattered now was a good sleep. He had to be back on duty tonight. Adam was already once again fast asleep, with a smile on his lips. Bret closed his eyes and let himself drift off into his own deep, restful sleep.
Bret and Adam woke up at six pm. Both had to be at work for the night shift. Bret would start his four days on, while this would be Adam's last night shift for a while. He would have the next two days off.
The Captain grilled up a couple of buffalo steaks while Adam made a garden salad and baked potatoes. Much to Adam's delight, the Captain had grilled an extra steak. After supper was finished, Bret made Adam a sandwich from the extra steak.
"Thanks, Bear. I have missed your lunches. Can I ask? Did you do that for Davy?" Adam asked as he ironed his dress shirt. Bret had let him use the washer and dryer to freshen his clothes.
Bret finished wrapping the sandwich in foil. He added it to the brown paper bag with an apple and a small bag of potato chips and a can of soda. "Yeah, I did. He did for me too, it just felt nice to have someone to make a lunch for," his tone was soft and full of love.
"I'm, well, thank you for sharing and for the sandwich, I'll enjoy it. Maybe I'll surprise you one day, but you guys cook at work. I'll have to work on that," Adam said as he slipped his dress shirt on. He buttoned it up, then added his tie and white Doctor's coat. He was ready for work.
"Could you press my shirt, while I finish in the bathroom. Please, I'd appreciate it. I'll look forward to a surprise," Bret asked as he flashed Adam a pair of brown puppy eyes, he hated ironing. Adam laughed and took Bret's white uniform shirt to the ironing board. He carefully pressed it while Bret finished his grooming in the bathroom.
Just as Adam finished, Bret came back into the kitchen, his hair neatly pulled into a pony tail. He wore a pair of dark blue dress slacks and black shoes. His dark blue uniform jacket with its brass buttons hung neatly on the back of one of the kitchen chairs.
"You look nice," Adam said with a smile as he buttoned Bret's top button then tied his dark blue tie.
"So do you. Nice, not even Davy could do my tie so neatly," Bret complimented his friend as he put on his jacket.
"Shawn taught us. Ma used to tie them for us. I was twenty before I could do it right, alone. Jay still can't manage to tie his correctly!" Adam laughed as he double checked his brief case.
"Well, that's it. Time to get to the station. I've enjoyed your company. It was nice to have you here," Bret said with a hug to Adam.
Adam hugged back, "It was nice. Thanks for letting me stay. I'll miss you, but I'll think of you at lunch time. You stay safe out there, I don't want to see you in the ER," his voice was soft and almost sad.
Both men found it strangely hard to part company, as they lingered to chat in the driveway. Finally time was against them. With another hug and a fast kiss, each man went to his own work place.
When Bret arrived at Station 51, most of the guys were asleep. His two lieutenants, Phil Brooks and John Cena were in the lounge watching the end of a football game. Firefighter Seth Rollins was in the kitchen writing out a shopping list. He and another Firefighter, Dean Ambrose would go shopping at the all night grocery store. Usually it was safe to go out shopping during the middle of the night. Still they carried a radio and could respond to a fire immediately if the station was called out.
"Hey Cap!" Seth and Dean called out in chorus as Bret passed by.
"Hey guys. Just let me know when you leave. You can take my rig," Bret said with a smile as he tossed the keys to Ambrose.
Bret waved to John and Phil, then went into his office. He looked at the roster, all his best men were on duty with him this shift. He'd hand-picked each one of them.
Aside from the four who were awake, there was Roman Reigns and his two distant cousins Jimmy and Jay Uso, Bray Wyatt and his best friends, Luke Harper and Erick Rowan. Station 51 was a small department, but they were highly specialized in Search and Rescue. Bret liked it small, it made them more like a family.
Usually he'd meet with Co-Captain Jim Neidhart, but he'd left earlier for a meeting down town. Instead of coming back out to the station, he'd call Bret in the morning. They were going through a "sunshine" period. That meant the station hadn't been called out much. Bret hoped it stayed that way, but it never did, "Cloudy" periods always returned. Sometimes the even got called out again before they ever got back to the station.
Bret's sleeping quarters were next to his office. The rest of the guys slept in a dorm on the second floor. Bret was sitting at his desk, looking over reports and other papers.
"Hey Cap, you alright? You seem kind of down," John asked as he stood in the door of Bret's office.
"I'm fine, John, thanks. Just some things on my mind, nothing for you to worry about. Too much "sunshine" lately," the Captain didn't realize his thoughts of Adam were so obvious.
Before John could respond, Dean informed Bret they were leaving to do the shopping. Hart waved them off with a smile.
John then picked up the conversation, "Well the rain and clouds always come. Almost wish we'd have been on duty during that big crack up. B-Team got that one. It sounded bad. Wonder if the victims were okay?" John asked with a sigh as he sat in a chair in the office.
"Yes, they do. According to one of the doctors on duty, there were serious injuries, but they were all alive," Bret's face lit up as he thought of Adam.
John noticed the expression change on his bosses face, "Good, that's really good to hear. Whelp, I'm turning in, good night, Cap," he stood, ready to leave.
"Good night, John," Bret's reply was simple. He was already lost in paper work.
John met up with Phil on the way to the dorm area, "I think he's... interested in someone," Cena said with a wink. They stopped on the stairs.
"Oh? Who? Cap is the kind that needs someone in his life. You've heard him, up all night or those nightmares he has. I worry about him," Phil spoke in a soft whisper.
"Dunno who, a Doctor at University, I think. I agree with you, he needs someone, but no match making. It's not our place and it never works out. Look at Bray and Erick, we nearly destroyed that friendship," John said with a sigh. They had tried to pair Bray and Erick up and it nearly destroyed the station. At least the two were able to be friends again.
"You're right, I was just observing. I'll never play matchmaker again, I promise. Let's get to bed," Phil said firmly as he continued up the stairs, John on his heels.
At the hospital, Adam was already busy. An elderly woman had fallen, going to the bathroom. Thankfully she was wearing an alert necklace and was able to summon help.
"Mrs. Adams does your hip hurt?" Adam asked as he felt around the woman's hip area. Wade and Maria were working on a cut above her left brow.
"No, but my left arm hurts," the woman spoke with a pained, weakened voice.
"I'm going to send you up for X-rays. I want to make sure nothing is cracked or broken. Would you like me to go with you?" Adam's voice was gentle and caring.
"She's going to need stitches, but her skin is so thin," Wade said to Maria in a whisper. He was worried that he wouldn't be able to stitch her properly, and he hated not being able to do a perfect job.
"Yes, you are a sweet young man," the woman replied, then hissed in pain as Wade injected Novocaine around the wound on her head.
"I can do that, Wade. I have a way to stitch delicate skin," Adam said as he looked at the cut.
"I am capable of doing it," Wade nearly growled, he didn't like anyone interfering in his business.
"Sorry. It's no problem, I'm sure you'll do just fine. I'll call X-ray," Adam backed off and made the arrangements with the X-ray department.
A couple of hours later, with Mrs. Adams admitted with a fractured hip and arm, they were in the break room. Adam unpacked the lunch Bret had made for him.
"Wade, I'm sorry about earlier. I didn't mean to doubt your abilities with Mrs. Adams. You did a wonderful job with her stitches. I'm impressed," Adam spoke honestly as he opened the can of soda Bret had packed in his lunch sack.
"It's alright, Sunshine. By the way, she did sign the forms didn't she?" Wade asked in a casual tone. He took a bite from his own stale, vending machine sandwich.
"That was up to AJ. The son was in the waiting room. Um, that looks a bit stale. Here, I have plenty, have half of mine," Adam gave Wade half of his buffalo steak sandwich.
"I appreciate that. They won't change out the machine until morning. I'll make sure all the forms are in order, shall I?" Wade asked then bit into the fresh sandwich.
"Yeah, draw back of the night shift, stale sandwiches. No need, AJ may act crazy, but she demonic about the paper work. Do you like it? It's buffalo, I should have told you first," Adam said with a bit of a laugh.
"It's delicious. I've eaten bison before. It's leaner and better for you." his thoughts trailed off. Well with AJ on duty, he wouldn't stand a chance at the charts tonight. He needed to think of other things he could do to make Adam look bad. For now, he could do something else, mess with Adam's mind.
"So, that Captain Hart, is he your next boyfriend?" Barrett asked with a bit of teasing tone. Maybe this would work.
Adam stopped chewing, he swallowed hard, he nearly choked, "No. Bret is a good friend, nothing more. He made this for me. He was staying with the Helmsley's , till a week or so ago. He lost his husband at the same time I lost Chris, so we consoled each other. Wade, why did you kiss me in the parking lot?" Adam had to finally ask the Englishman the question.
"Well, he makes a good sandwich. Because I like you, and I was worried about you driving tired. Besides, I thought you liked to kiss," Wade spoke and gave Adam a coy wink.
"I like you too Wade. I want us to be friends. Come over for dinner tonight after you get some sleep. We'll watch a movie," Adam asked honestly. He did want to be friends with the Englishman.
Wade smiled, this could be another opportunity he could use to his advantage. "I'd like that, Adam. Let's give it another try. I'll get some sleep then come around eight?"
"Sounds good. I'll put something in the crock pot. Then I can sleep and not have to worry about cooking," Adam said with a smile. He was happy for the company.
The doctors finished their break. They had a few more minor cases. When the shift was over, Adam and Wade left together.
Barrett said he'd bring wine and dessert for their dinner later. With a hug, they parted. Wade was making plans on his drive home. He had a bit of research to do, he would get in Adam's head and he looked forward to it.
Adam made a quick stop at the King Soopers grocery store that was close to his apartment. He bought things for a fresh salad, milk, bread and dinner rolls, cereal, yogurt and a really nice piece of buffalo meat. He also got some barbecue sauce to simmer the meat in.
When he got home, he threw the meat, some onions and barbecue sauce into the crock pot. He set it on low then jumped into the shower. After which he crawled into bed and set his alarm for six-thirty. He was asleep in minutes.
Wade was propped up in bed with his lap top. He cracked his knuckles and started typing; personal information on Chris Jericho. He grinned as several web sites popped up.