A/N: Maybe some of you wished for a couple of chapters from Jon's POV. Well now here is your chance to look into the mind of Jon.

Chapter 47

Jon's first person POV

We were home for two weeks from our vacation in Germany. It had been nice. Cold but nice. I even did something I never had done before. Sleigh riding. On Christmas night. On an old wooden sleigh. It was a night I would never forget. We were alone in a field. It was so so quiet and we rode down the hill like a million times until even my knees gave in and I had to kneel down. But it felt good. My wife brought a side of me to life sometimes that I didn't know existed. And I would never ever let anyone see this side, not even Colby or Joe. Because it was the side of a little boy who grew up in a broken home with a mother who gave a damn. That was something I only shared with Sam and it made all those moments that much more special.

But enough about that. One week back, we had been on the road for five nights and Sam didn't feel good. I thought she had caught a cold and that she could take the two days off that we had to get better in the warm climate of Las Vegas.

So I let her rest on Wednesday and didn't really see her that day, only when I checked in on her. She was sleepy but I was not worried. It was just a cold.

Thursday it wasn't better and she had a low fever, but she told me like a million times that she was fine, that fever was good and she would be up and about in no time.

But she wouldn't join me on the road, she would stay home. Okay, fine, that was a wise choice so I left her Thursday night for my red eye flight to the east coast.

She had her phone beside her, and Elena would check in on her in the morning.

I called Sam after I landed and she sounded tired and sleepy, but she told me that she just woke up and again I pushed the worries aside. Elena would be there within the hour and everything would be fine.

About 4 hours later my phone rang and I looked at the unknown number with a Las Vegas code.

"Hello?" I answered.

"Jon, this is Elena. It is about Sam. We had to get her to the hospital."

The old gypsy sounded calm, but I guess she did it for my sake because when I heard the word hospital, I was freaking out.

Colby was driving and he tried to listen in because I had told him what was up. When he saw my face go white he did the smart thing and drove off the road and killed the engine. I put Elena on speaker because my hands were shaking and Colby should hear whatever came next as well.

"Go on." I said and Elena sighed.

"Jon, when I looked after her this morning she had a really high fever of 105° F and she was really sleepy, almost like she lost consciousness all the time. I called an ambulance and they got her to the hospital. She had a cold alright but the virus attacked her heart as well, they call it myocarditis.

That alone would be bad, but with the high fever they put her in a coma for the next 48 hours, so her body can fight the infection. They...Jon they said these 48 hours are critical and anything can happen. I will be honest with you, the doctors are worried."

I stared blankly at the dashboard for a couple of seconds. My wife was in the hospital, fighting for her life and I was here in the middle of nowhere, an hour away from where I needed to be tonight for a match.

"I will...I...don't know..." I never ever in my life stuttered but I couldn't bring out two cohesive words at the moment.

"Elena, this is Colby. Hi. Thank you for updating us. Listen, I will call the WWE and try to get Jon out of the houseshows for the weekend. Can you look up the next flight from Baltimore to Vegas? We can be there in...2 hours."

"I will do that. I call you when I got hold of a flight."

She hung up and I looked at Colby.

"When she dies..." "She will not die Jon. We will call the WWE. You will fly home, I don't care what I will have to do to make that happen but I will. You go home. If you could call them I could drive. You think you can do that?"

I nodded, sure, I could talk...just not right now.

But the sooner Colby could drive, the sooner I could sit on a plane back home.

So I called Stephanie, start from the top, screw the bottom.

"Steph, this is Jon. Listen I called you last night about Sam having to take a couple of days off. Well, she is in the hospital, her situation is critical. She might...I will go home. I fly home from Baltimore tonight and I would appreciate it if you don't make this hard on me."

"Jon, of course you go home. Go home, keep us updated. But...we need you Monday Night. Okay? I will let Creative know and they will think about something for Colby to do. Take care of your wife."

"Thank you."

I hung up and closed my eyes. I flexed my fingers and was trying hard to calm down. In moments like this I wished for a beer so badly. Or a sip of JD or whatever. Usually I would go find Sam, grab her hand, or kiss her, or just touch her and it would calm me. But she was thousands of miles away fighting for her life.

"FUCK FUCK FUCK!" I screamed and Colby didn't even flinch. He grabbed my hand and squeezed it for a moment. "She will be alright Jon, she is a fighter. You have to be strong for her now bro. Don't lose it."

He knew that I was struggling, he saw far too much. When you thought that he was the carefree puppy most of the time you would be really surprised. Because he was really observant. And he knew damn well what was going through my mind. But more so: He loved my wife as well, and when something would happen to her, it would hit him hard. But he knew that it would probably break me forever.

"I will not lose it. I will go on a plane, fly home, drive to the motherfucking hospital, demand their best doctor and will hold my wife's hand until she is better. And when she is not better by Monday WWE can kiss my ass."

I know Sam would see that differently. But she was my dream now, my life. As much as wrestling. And honestly...I could find another wrestling career anytime but not another Sam. But I was sure that WWE would understand. They were prepared for such things because one of us could always get injured. So I hoped she would be better by Monday, but if not, I wouldn't leave her side. End of story.

Elena called me about 20 minutes later, giving me details about a non stop flight from Baltimore to Vegas. I called the airline and booked the flight which would leave in 90 minutes.

"We make that easily Jon." Colby promised and was right.

We arrived at the airport and I grabbed my suitcase. "Thank you Colby. I hate to leave you..."

"Don't say another word Jon. Go get to Sam, make sure she receives the best care possible and make sure she is alright. I will survive a couple of days on my own. Go now." I bumped fists with him and entered the airport.

I ignored every glance, every approaching fan and boarded the plane that would get me to my wife.