Healing was not a process I enjoyed. It was heating pad for thirty minutes and then an ice pack for another thirty. I had a nurse come in from the hospital to look at me, and sure enough I had to broken ribs. She fixed me the best she could, and gave me some pain medication. The perks of being who I was that even nurses in the area were so scared that they would risk their job by handing over heavy doses of pain killers.
Groaning, I shifted in the large reclining chair as I flipped through the channels on the big screen. I was currently inside the movie room. The chair was more comfortable than my bed, and it also made breathing for me easier. I coughed slightly, as I reached over and grabbed my cup of water and brought it over to my lips. My hand brought one of the pain killers up to my mouth and I tossed it down the hatch. It was only the second one I had taken in three days, so it's not like I was popping them left and right, only when the pain got far too unbearable.
Samoa Joe and I hadn't talked since the incident. We had passed each other in the hallway when I was limping to the bathroom, but besides that our communication had been nonexistent. I didn't even give a shit if I talked to him again. If he was going to kick my ass over some little slut, then he better know that I would never have his back again.
I coughed, feeling the water go down the wrong way. I had to cough several times in order for myself to get straightened out. When my air passage was finally clear, I leaned further back in the chair and began flipping through the channels once again. I stopped onStorage Warswhich seemed to be an interesting show. At least it looked interesting enough to curve my boredom for the time being.
Just as some guy began yellingyepon the screen I heard foot steps behind me. I really didn't care who it was, because I wasn't moving and they sure as hell wasn't going to get the television. I was basically a fucking cripple right now, so they needed to learn to respect me.
"I love this show," A soft voice murmured from beside me. I didn't even need to look to see who it belonged to. A scowl was placed on my face as I crossed my arms the best I could. The stupid little slut who had put me in this chair was now standing beside me, probably planning on acting like she had done nothing wrong.
"You can leave now," I said sourly after a couple of minutes.
"It's not like I came looking for you," She told me, "I just heard this show, and wanted to come and watch," She said, sitting down in the chair next to me.
Did she honestly just fucking sit down next to me? That stubborn little bitch. If I wasn't a cripple, then I would kick her ass right now, not even minding that Samoa Joe would kill me for laying a finger on his precious princess.
"Samoa Joe wouldn't want you near me, so I suggest you run off and suck dick."
She rolled her eyes, "You get your ass kicked and you still need to act all big and tough?"
"I was caught off guard. That's the only reason my ass got kicked."
"I would argue that," She smirked, "I bet Samoa Joe could kick your ass any day of the week. Hell, he could probably even kick your ass with one hand tied behind his back."
She was testing me. She was just trying herself to see what I would do. The little bitch probably thought I'd learned some sort of lesson. She probably thought I wasn't going to give her a hard time anymore. Though, she needed to understand that no matter how many times Samoa Joe kicked my ass, I still wasn't scared of him. I wasn't scared of any man. The worse they could do was kill me, and even then I would come back and haunt her fucking ass.
"Listen here you little slut," I hissed, as my eyes narrowed, "I know what game you're trying, and baby, it's not working," I licked over my dry lips, "I'm not scared of him. I'm not scared of anyone. Though, you," I smiled, "You better be scared. Because let's just say, next time you smart off to me, you won't have to worry about running to Samoa Joe to tell on me, because you won't have fucking legs to run with."
She stared at me for several minutes, her face never shifting nor showing any sign of emotion. I would love to know what's going on in her mind, but I would never ask. She sighed softly, allowing her chocolate eyes to shift over to the screen. She leaned back in the chair, making herself comfortable as she watched it.
I watched it as well. I laughed rather loudly at some of the parts, as did Skylar. I looked over and saw a smile on her face and chuckled. The show was pretty interesting, and it was something I wouldn't mind watching again.
"I really like Brandy," She smiled, talking about the female on the show, "She knows how to keep her man in line."
"He's pussy whipped," I retorted, shaking my head, "If a man wants to buy something, then he should fucking buy it."
"So, if your wife told you not to do something you'd still do it?" She questioned.
"I don't have a wife."
"If you did."
"I won't ever have a wife," I licked over my lips.
She sighed, and shook her head as she turned her attention back to the television. I didn't say anything else for awhile, though I could feel my lids getting heavier and heavier, probably due to the medication kicking in. I groaned slightly, trying to sit up as I reached for my water, which happened to be further than I really wanted to move.
"Here," She sighed, reaching it to me, "I over heard Colt Cabana telling Samoa Joe you have two broken ribs," She murmured softly.
"I do," I nodded, "But that doesn't mean I'm fucking handicapped," I snapped at her, realizing she had tried to help me out by handing me the water.
"I never said you were," She said, standing up, "Though, for someone in your condition, you should be happy to receive some help every now and then."
"I don't need help from you."
"Of course not," She rolled her eyes, "Because others are just lining up at the door to help you, huh?" She replied sarcastically.
I didn't say a word to her, and she just rolled her eyes as she walked away from me, slamming the door behind her. She really needed to stop showing up around me. I didn't want anything from her nor did I need her help for anything. I was doing just fine before she even came along.
Storage Wars soon ended and I slowly got up from the recliner and decided to go take myself a nice hot shower and then head to bed. I slowly limped out of the room and down the hall, groaning loudly when I heard moaning and whimpering coming from Samoa Joe room. He had that little slut in there, probably twisting her into a pretzel as he pounded into her. I didn't know why, but I really didn't like that mental image.
Homicide came down the hall and chuckled, shaking his head, "Joe is sure giving her hell, huh?" He questioned, as a loud pitched scream broke out into the house.
"Yeah," I muttered, "I guess he is."
The last thing I wanted before bed was to hear Skylar's scream of pleasure filling my head.