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| The Waiting Room; [Jaime Lee waits...] | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: Dec 27 2007, 04:03 AM (46 Views) | |
| Lita Maivia | Dec 27 2007, 04:03 AM Post #1 |
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Legend
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The sounds of overhead paging can be heard in the darkness. I have no idea what's being said since it's in Japanese but it sounds much like you'd hear at a hospital. I know that because we fade in to find ourselves within a hospital! Bright florescent lights reflect off the shiny white linoleum floors cause a near blinding effect as we pan over towards the waiting room. It's completely abandoned all except a naughty Christmas elf. Oh wait, that's just Jaime in her Christmas party attire. The Hellcat Division Champion paces back and forth in the carpeted area, with her pink razor cell phone plastered to her ear. The look on her face is a mixture of worry, fear, fatigue and... disappointment? She lets out an eventual sigh as her focus is on whatever call she's currently in the middle of. Doesn't she know you can't use that in a hospital?! Jaime: Hey, Ninja. It's just me. I wanted to give you a call and tell you that my... Her what? Her friends? Her ex-boyfriend? Her enemy? What exactly is Adam to Jaime? Why did he call her? And why was she so desperately drawn to go and make sure he was okay? Sure him calling her was unusual and would set bells off to pretty much anyone. But why was she so sure he wasn't just playing more games with her? Jaime: Anyways, they're not alright. I'm up here at the hospital waiting to hear from the doctor. I hope you're having fun at the party and don't worry about me or... just don't worry, okay? I'll talk to you soon. And with that Jaime snaps the phone shut. She gazes around the hospital, finding only single nurse making her rounds. Another Japanese page sounds out over the speakers, startling the hellcat just slightly. Jaime moves over and collapses on a couch meant to be as comfortable as it looks. It isn't. She rubs her eyes before shifting uncomfortably on the couch. She draws her feet up onto the couch, attempting in vain to make herself comfortable in some format whatsoever. When that doesn't work, she reaches under herself, perking up with surprise when she finds the gift Ninja stealthly tucked in her fishnets. Jaime: What the...? The hellcat eyes the gift curiously before ripping the paper off the box. She pulls the top off and her tired features soften just slightly at the sight before her. She pulls out of the box a collar-style necklace with a locket hanging from it. She flips the locket open, smiling at the picture staring back at her. Ninja and herself enjoying themselves at the zoo earlier this year, with a goofy costume-wearing zoo employee bumbling in the background. The inside of the locket bares an engraving that reads: [align=center]“EN + JL”[/align] The smile is something not recently seen on the hellcat's face and actually feels somewhat foreign to her at the moment. For this unfortunate reason, it doesn't last long. She peeks in the box once more, producing a second, much smaller version of the same thing. One might say big enough for a certain hellcat plushie. Doctor: [this is spoken in Japanese and you don't understand it!] Ignore the fact that some of you MIGHT understand Japanese. Jaime doesn't and since I can't post Japanese text here, it can't be understood by any of you. Jaime drops her presents back into the box and stands at the doctor's arrival. Pure confusion is written on her scared and tired features. Thankfully the doctor can read her like a book. Doctor: American? Hey. He speaks English. How convenient. Some relief mixes into Jaime's features. Alas some good news. Or is this just setting her up for some very bad news? Doctor: You with Mista Wilson? Jaime's breath seems to catch in her throat at the mere mention of Adam's name. That means this is his doctor and he's here to report the status. Good or bad. All she can do is nod as she clutches Ninja's present in her grasp. Doctor: He has laceration. Only severe injury. Good to go tomorrow. Hey, Jaime's smiling again! It takes a moment but it eventually sinks in Adam's only severe injury is a laceration and will be released tomorrow. Jaime: Thank you. So much. The doctor smiles politely back at her. But instead of going off to do his thing, he continues to watch Jaime curiously. Doctor: You Jaime Lee? Jaime: Y...eah. Doctor: I love Eff-I-Dubyou! Hope you win Grand Prix! The doctor is grinning from ear to ear, ecstatic to be in the presence of one of his favorite FIW wrestlers. Jaime can't help but smile back. It seems like it's been a long time since she's encountered a real fan. And Roxie doesn't count. Jaime: Thank you. I'm gonna try my best. And thanks to you, I can concentrate on doing just that. Getting my belt back from Drake and winning the whole tournament. Now that I know he's gonna be alright. It's always been kind of a dream of mine. I mean, I look up to Kailey Lane and she-- Doctor: You... The doctor's interruption stops Jaime's little story about how she looks up to Kailey Lane and would love to win the Grand Prix much like that legendary lady managed to do once upon a time. Yeah, it wasn't THAT long ago. Don't make her sound old or anything. Doctor: You with Adam Wilson? Jaime can't help but wonder what he's trying to imply and why it was so important to interrupt what she was saying. It's obvious she's with Adam Wilson. She's the only freakin' person here and he just came in. Jaime: Yes. I called the ambulance and-- Doctor: No! No-no-no! Jaime takes a step back, stunned and a little scared by the doctor's irate reaction to the fact that she came up here to check on Adam. Doctor: You and Ninja! Extreme #2! Team Extremely Sexy! For-ever! The doctor grins and flashes a thumbs up. It's only then that realization hits Jaime. He thinks Jaime is “with” Adam. Jaime smiles and nods her head. Jaime: Yes. No! Me and Adam... not together. No. I just found him. The doctor breathes a sigh of relief. Someone is very much into the kayfabe of FIW, it would seem. And apparently he has a thing for cute American girls with Oriental men? Anyways, he's happy now to find out that Jaime is indeed not “with” Adam Wilson. Doctor: Oh. Good. You can go see him if you wish. He is sleeping. Room 104. Good luck in Grand Prix. Jaime Lee go all the way! The doctor continues to grin like an idiot and prance off, completely unaware of how unflattering his last outburst could be taken. And what kind of message it might send to any nearby ears. Luckily the hospital is pretty empty at this time on Christmas night. Jaime lets all that go though. For right now she's exhausted from tonight's happenings. She's relieved Adam isn't dead. Even if he is her enemy(?), seeing him like she did is not something she wishes to see happen to anyone. And now she has to worry about winning the Grand Prix to make this guy happy. Okay, to make herself happy too! She really does want it. And maybe more importantly, she wants her title back (which she will get in the process of winning!). So it's win-win... if she can win. Heh. The Grand Prix hopeful gathers up her things, eyeing the present from Ninja once more with a smile before putting it inside her bag. She closes it up and slings it over her shoulder, making her way towards the elevator... and suddenly stops? The brunette hellcat reluctantly glances over her shoulder, her breathing taking a slight pause as she eyes room 104. Her mind wanders with thoughts of where it could go from here. Go in to see Adam and what? He thanks her for saving his life? He tells her that he really does love her and it's not a game like last time? Is that really possible? Jaime forces her held breath out, hardening her features before turning away from the room and heading down the hall. The sound of her heels clicking on the floor are heard long after she's off the screen. The ding of the elevator and the doors opening are heard with the sound of them closing being the last. Fade. |
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| Triadred | Dec 27 2007, 05:49 AM Post #2 |
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Canada's Handsomest Boy
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*Blip... blip... blip... blip...* Darkness. Darkness everywhere... and noises. Strange noises all around, but nothing human at all. It's all.. all mechanical. The sound... blip, blip, blip... is that me? Is that my heart? Am I... am I still alive?! Finally, my eyes open. Everything's a blur at first. Everything is bright and out of focus. My eyes hurt. What are those other noises? Where am I? These sheets feel so coarse against my skin. Too much starch probably. And this room... it smells so sterile too. I want to sit up, but I can't. No matter. My head's hurting so much that I couldn't bare to move anyway. I feel so exhausted... so fatigued... so weak. This doesn't make sense... none of it! Last I remember I was... Finger! That son of a bitch actually made good on his word for a change. All it took was a whole pile of money. I always knew that bastard cared for nothing but. I can still remember what he said. I can still hear that pricks voice in my head... Finger: Kinda ironic me saying this to you, Hype, heh... time to pay the piper. Blood. My blood... everywhere. Just like that asshole wanted! But I'm not dead. He didn't kill me. Why? What was it he told me? It's hard to remember... Finger: Looks like somebody up there likes you, Hype. Consider your debt paid in full... blood and money. Yea... he got his blood alright, but what money? I had no money for him? Why the hell should I have?! I didn't owe that bastard a red damn cent! I can still hear his sick laughter too... right as he took a swipe at me. He cut me. He cut me deep. Right across the chest too. Damn him... damn him! Finger: How 'bout a little forget-me-not, Hype? A little reminder. Everytime you see yourself in the mirror, I want you to see this scar and remember... remember what you cost me and remember what I did to you because of it. Maybe next time you wont be such a fuck up, huh? Or maybe next time you'll at least have the common sense to not get caught! And then nothing. Darkness. Lonliness. Silence. So much pain, but I was so weak. So hurt. I just laid there. Waiting... dying. And then... Jaime: Adam? Adam! And then she came. It was a miracle. She was a miracle! So beautiful... so caring. She saved me... Jaime: Oh my God, just... just hold on, Adam. Help is coming. I promise. Stay with me! I owe her my life. I could have died right there on the floor. All I could see were her tears. She was so afraid... so sad. All I wanted was to wipe them away. All I could think about was... Hype: Jaime... He coos with a frail voice. A nurse sitting bedside is stirred from whatever thoughts had taken her away from the Hype and send her into immediate action. In a rush, she's out the door and calling a name. The Great White Hype, looking none too great at the moment, slowly stirs beneath those coarse sheets and flutters his eyes open for the second time. Obviously finding himself in a hospital bed is both startling and confusing to say the least! The nurse rushes back into the room and this time with a doctor on her heels... that vey same doctor who only moments earlier had wished FIW's Sweetheart all the best at ReVolt. But where was that Sweetheart? Wouldn't she have come with the doctor. From the looks of his deflating posture, Adam had saddly expected just that. Doctor: You sit still, why not. You have very serious pain, yes? And you need very much rest and relax. Who is this guy?! Must be the very thought running through Adams mind at the moment. Following that thought, of course, is Jaime Lee... and her absence. Hype: How'd... how'd I get here? The Doctor glances up from Adams chart and offers a warm smile. Broken English yes, but a warm bedside manner is pretty universal. Doctor: Oh, you very lucky Mista Wilson. Very lucky indeed. You lose very much blood and we had very small time, but you are fine now. Ambulance came and brought you here and we went to work. Only a small laceration, but you lose very much blood. Adam looks down at the blood-dampened gauze taped to his chest. Fingers handi-work. The Hype shakes his head after curling a sneer and looks back at the Doctor. Hype: Yea that's great... but how'd I get here?! Impatient, Adam glares at the Doctor who hisses a sigh and slaps his pen down on his clipboard most impatiently himself. Doctor: Jaime Lee. Number one Eff-Eye-Dubba-You supahstar came with you and stayed. She waited and I said, he's alright... you can see him, but she go. Hype: She go-I mean, she left? Doctor: Yea, she go... now you sleep. And with that, the Doctor and nurse take their leave of Adam, shutting the light out before walking away and conversing in Japanese. The Hype glances down at his bandage again and pokes at it. He winces. Still tender I can well imagine. He then lets his head fall back into the crunchy linen that covers his bed. The blip of his heart moniter is the only noise sounding off in the darnkess until a sigh escapes Adams chest. She searched for him. She found him. She saved his life. And she stayed until she knew he was alright. But... but why did she go when all was well? Was it basic human compassion that kept Jaime near until she knew everything would be fine? Was it nothing more than a sense of love and concern for another human being? Or was it something more? Something Jaime was either too proud or too afraid to admit... to even herself? Either way, he was alive. And it's all thanks to Jaime Lee. FIW's sweetheart... and Adam Wilsons savior. Adam sighs. Jaime Lee... Hype: My angel... *Fade* |
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