A/N: Thank you all for your continous reviews! It was so sweet how you all of you cared for Sam and for Jon.

Well, Sammy is back in action soshe will tell the story again.

Chapter 49

Sam's first person POV

I still don't remember much about the next two days. I slept a lot, Jon called like three times a day, but I got better. They checked my heart on Tuesday and Doctor Yang was not exactly happy but told me if I would take it really slow the next six weeks that I would be fine. But taking it slow meant bed rest for at least a week, taking it slow for another 3 weeks and after that I could try to widen my physical activities again. If I ever felt short breathed or weird I needed to return to the hospital. If I felt fine I had just weekly checkups.

They would release me on Wednesday.

Wednesday at noon I was released from the hospital. Jon came straight from the airport to pick me up and get me home where he carried me inside and put me straight back into bed. "Sleep." he ordered and I struck out my tongue.

"I slept enough Jon. What I really want to do is check my mails."

"No, absolutely not."

"Jon please. I am waiting on some important stuff. Please get me my iPad."

"Stuff like what? Fan mails? WWE stuff? Or the offer you got on your house back in Germany?"

So he had checked my mails. I had nothing to hide he could snoop around all he wanted but I just didn't have the time to tell him about my plan.

"I didn't have the chance to tell you. I decided to sell my house in Germany. My life is here now. With you."

Jon sat down next to me, put his hands to my face and made me look at him.

"You are giving up yet another thing for me. Why?"

"Because a year ago everyone told me to leave it all behind. Now that I do it's not right either. I don't need the house. It is empty 50 weeks a year. It's rotting away not being aired and heated properly. I will sell it, put the money away as a nest egg and be done with it. If we want to spend time in Germany we can stay at a hotel. Get me my iPad now or I get it myself."

"Damn you Sam."

He gave in and got me my tablet where I checked my private mail account. I indeed had an offer but much lower than my price. I wrote a short mail telling the realtor that I would shave off 5.000 € not a penny more and that we couldn't finalize the deal before February due to my medical condition. I itched to check other mails but gave the iPad back to my hovering husband.

"Please rest now Sam." he said and sounded tired himself.

"I will if you get in bed with me and hold me till I am asleep."

He thought about it for a moment until he kicked off his shoes and dropped down next to me staying above the covers.

I turned so he could spoon me from behind but he was so careful with his touch that I sighed.

"Jon, I will not break when you hold me like you always do. Please."

He hesitated again and pulled me a little closer until I could feel his breath on my neck.

That was better and I closed my eyes, grabbing his hand that rested on my stomach and I fell asleep.

Hours later I woke up alone. I needed to pee and got up slowly. The bathroom was just 10 feet away but half way there I felt dizzy and did the smart thing by sitting down on the floor instead of hitting it hard.

Shit. The bed was too far away, the bathroom as well and I was too exhausted to crawl.

"Jon?" I called out admitting my defeat.

He was in the door instantly and his face froze when he saw me sitting on the floor.

"I sat down I didn't fall." He didn't say a word, just picked me up and carried me back to the bed. "I need to pee."

Jon rolled his eyes and carried me to the bathroom and sat me down on the toilet, pushing my pants down gently and I was embarrassed by this.

"I can do this myself." I mumbled. "But you don't have to." he told me and turned around so I could pee.

"Do you remember what you did for me when I was injured? You bathed me, you helped me with my jeans and shoes, you cut my meat. Really Sam, it's fine."

"Okay...I'm done."

He helped me up, pulled my sweatpants back up and carried me to the sink so I could wash my hands. "Can I lie down on the couch?"

Jon carried me out to living room, sat me down and pulled a blanket over me.

"You hungry? I want to order some Chinese with chicken soup for you."

"I could eat." In fact I had no appetite at all but Jon would go nuts if I told him that.

He went to order and I saw my phone sitting on the table and grabbed it.

I called Colby before my Orderly was back.

"Sam, is that you?""Yes hi Colby. How are you?""Fine. How are you? Jon called and told us you are back home.""I am. Oh he is back and looks pissed. I just wanted to hear your voice. Tell Leigh I said hi and she can call me sometime."

"Will do. Get well soon Sammy."

I ended the call and sat down on the phone because Jon wanted me to give it to him.

"Do you think I won't take it from you?"

"That is exactly what I think. In your head I am fragile, remember?"

"In my head you are a stubborn sick woman Sam. One who almost fucking DIED just five days ago. One who should be in the hospital and not home alone. But at least that will chance tomorrow."

"What will change?""I will not leave you here alone. I called Elle she will be here tomorrow and takes care of you for 10 days. After that Leigh will come here for a week and after that I will have to think about something. I WILL probably ship you off to Pensacola to Jessie."

Wow when did he arrange all that?

"That's... wow. Thank you Jon."

"You better thank me. Now give me the phone."

Shit. "Only if we can watch Raw on the Network."

He rolled his eyes and extended his hand demanding the phone.

Putting it into his hand I shot daggers at him with my eyes and asked:"What are you doing at the computer? Paying bills?"

Now it was his turn to give me a dirty look.

"Jon give the laptop to me. I will be done in 10 minutes. I can move my fingers alright and numbers won't make me excited."

He snorted. "Any other woman would get excited seeing our balance."

He handed me over the bills and the laptop and I worked fast to pay every overdue bill.

Our doorbell rang and Jon answered it.

"Hey Mr G, where is the misses?" Oh it was Lin, the nice delivery boy. Normally I would get the orders.

"She is sick, just out of hospital. Listen, could you deliver chicken soup to her for a week? Every day at lunch?""Sure. My grandpa can mix her something extra. What is up with her?"

"She had a myconditis and needs strict rest."

"Let him come in Jon damn it." I called.

Lin stopped in the entryway to our living room when he saw me. "You look like shit Mrs G. I will make sure Grandpa mixes something good for you. Can I bring you anything else for lunch?""I will let you know the day before if that's alright.""Sure. Man, I hope you get better soon. Enjoy the chicken soup, and we made the noodles just like you like them. I'll see you tomorrow Mrs G. Mr G."

Jon saw him out and came back with our food.

"Nice kid and so honest." he mumbled.

"I look like shit Jon, I know that. And I lost weight. So give me my soup and my noodles."

The soup was perfect but I could eat less than half of it. The noodles were really good as well, but I only finished a few bites. Jon was not happy.

"You need to eat Sam and get that weight back. Maybe I should order a pizza each day as well."

"No its fine. You did so much already. I just need rest. What about Raw now?"

Jon cleared the table, plugged in the network and picked the latest episode of Raw for us to watch. He lay down on the couch and I would put my head on his hip and watch the show. I admit I slept through half of it and woke up when I heard his entrance music.

"Oh look its the lunatic fringe guy who looks even more dangerous with his scruff."

"Wait till you see Colby and me finish off the Usos."

And they did. The match ended in a win via dq for the Usos because Dean and Seth attacked them with chairs until Roman came out to save his cousins, chasing his former team mates out of the ring.

"The Rumble is in 11 days in LA. I want to go Jon. Please. I know something big will happen and I want to watch it like we planned."

"No fucking way you're going to LA!" Jon got up and looked at me. He was really mad.

"Over my dead body. You can watch it on TV when you are better, but you won't do a 4 hour drive to LA. You are still so weak today, do you really think you will be better in 10 days? Get real Sam. It is just a PPV. Nothing to risk your health for."

"But, I love the Rumble. It is my second favorite PPV. I missed it last year live. I want to go Jon, please. I will be good. I will arrive late, go to my seat, watch the whole thing really quietly and will not bounce or scream or do anything stupid. Jon, don't do this to me."

"No Sam. I will cancel your seat, I will chain you to the bed if I have to. But you will not attend the event live. You got me?"

He touched my cheek gently but I pulled away from him. "No. I will go. You can't make me stay at home. I will be there. Cancel my seat all you want I am still employed by the WWE, I get in there one way or the other."

"Sam, you can barely walk five steps. You are under strict bed rest till next Wednesday. You will MAYBE make it to the bathroom and back by next Sunday. It is just not realistic. It is not worth it. If you don't stop now, I will tell you what will happen and spoil it for you."

"You wouldn't. You can't." "Oh I would. Here it goes." I slapped my hand to his mouth and he gently bit my fingers. That's when everything went black for a moment and I lost consciousness for a couple of seconds.

"Sam? Wake up." I was awake again, and Jon looked at me concerned. The discussion had been way too much for me. And he was right about the Rumble. But something big was happening, I knew that and I wanted to be there so badly.

"You okay?" Jon asked concerned and I could tell he was halfway back to the hospital with me.

"Leigh and I can drive. I can rest in the car. We will arrive in time, I go watch the show, go straight back to the car and spend the night at a hotel with Leigh. We go back the next morning. There are doctors in LA, and I can get a clearance from Doctor Yang."

I was weak and sounded tired.

"Baby, please please please trust me it is not worth it." "But you will win..." Jon looked away. "Sam. I will not win that damn thing. Not alone..." He still didn't look me in the eyes. "All three of you will win and go to Mania..." Now he looked at me with a surprised look.

"I want to be there. I never asked for anything Jon. Not a single fucking thing. I ask this of you. Make it happen for me, please." He got up and walked up and down in front of me, swearing like a mad man the whole time. "Only if you get the medical clearance. And you will watch just the Rumble match and stay backstage somewhere quiet. You go right back to a hotel or back to Vegas. And Leigh will have to be by your side the whole time, even when you have to pee."

"Yay..." I said weakly and raised my arms so he would come and hug me. "Get me back to bed Jon. And thank you."

It was insane. Me going to LA just for a match that would last 40 minutes, maybe 50 and risk my health. But it was the first step to WM 31 for my husband and I was hell-bent to walk each and every step with him.

The next day Elle arrived. She was in the States the first time and even though she and Jon still had an awkward relationship he was glad that she was there to take care of me for once. He instructed her really carefully about everything and left all kinds of telephone numbers and instructions with her.

"Make sure she stays in bed or on the couch. No excitement, no moving around."

"No male strippers, no fun, no sex, no drugs, no rock'n'roll." I finished and earned a dirty look.

"I go to the Rumble. Do you?" he asked me and I zipped my mouth shut and kissed him goodbye when he had to leave late at night for his red eye flight.

The week went by quickly. I was pampered by Elle, got stuffed with food by Lin and his family and my health improved daily.

I could in fact walk to the bathroom. No one knew, because I practiced this when Elle was asleep and I needed to pee at night. I didn't even dare to flush the toilet. I walked really slowly and it was my body after all. It would tell me if I pushed too hard and it responded fine. I was positive that Doctor Yang would clear me for my trip.