Post by Danger10 on Mar 3, 2015 1:06:17 GMT -5
It all feels like a dream, scratch that, it all feels like a nightmare. It feels like I'm walking these halls in slow motion. Normally on days like this I'd be in the gym training. But this is no normal day, Sean's laying in a hospital bed with tubes down his throat. This couldn't have come at a worse time, I just lost a number one contenders match at Big Trouble In Little Seattle and now at Paradigm I got Thornstowe and Aomori. On a more positive side, I get to team with Stan McMann, the Manliest Manly Man himself.
I faced Axle Aomori in a triple threat at Big Trouble In Little Seattle, so I have know what to expect from him. And Thornstowe, well I don't really know what Thornstowe's problem with me is. I know what he says, but it just seems like he's misplacing his anger and frustration on me. But I sure can't wait until Paradigm, so I can get my hands on him. Just by entertaining the thought, my blood starts to boil. Then, I hear the door open. I turn and look, not expecting any visitors, to see the nurse enter the room.
"How are you today?" She asks with a smile.
"I'd be better if my friend here was conscious," I respond.
"I'm just going to check his vitals," she says as she removes the stethoscope from around her neck. "All things considered, he's doing alright." She says.
"What makes you think that?" I ask with a somewhat puzzled look.
"Well, he's showing brain activity for one, which means no brain damage. His vitals look great and he's got a great friend by his side," she winks and smiles before she heads for the door.
I hope she's right and I hope he can recover soon because I need Sean now more than ever.
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It's a bright and sunny day as I exit my car. I'm here at the local park for a picnic for special needs children. There's a better turnout than what I thought. People are out here throwing a Frisbee around, some have a football and there's small crowds scattered throughout the park conversing. There's so many people here I'm having a hard time finding Grady. I asked him to come on my behalf, I didn't think I'd be able to make it with Sean in the hospital. But I had second thoughts and figured it might be good for me to leave the hospital and get some fresh air. Plus, I made a commitment and I feel the need to honor such commitment.
I walk around for what feels like half an hour but more realistically it's been about 5 to 10 minutes. Finally, I spot Grady behind the grill flipping burgers.
"How you enjoying yourself so far?" I ask him as we shake hands.
"I'm having a good time," he responds. He looks shocked to see me "I thought you weren't going to be able to make it."
"Yeah, well," I start as I search for the words to explain the plethora of emotions I've been under, "I just thought it would be nice to get away and get my mind off things."
"Yeah, I don't blame you," Grady says as he diverts his attention back on the burgers and food on the grill, "I hate hospitals, I sure as hell wouldn't want to be cooped up in one for a long time."
"You and me both," I respond, "but I feel like I owe it to Sean, I wouldn't be where I am today without him."
"No, I feel you," he says, "so how are you holding up?"
"I sure could use some advice from Sean," I hand an empty plate for him to fill with food, "Thornstowe's my biggest challenge yet."
"Don't worry about that jerk," he puts a burger on my plate, "he's just trying to mess with your head."
"I hope you're right," I say taking his opinion in.
"Yeah, he's just trying to make you second guess yourself," he tells me.
"Well, it's working," I say frustrated, "I just don't get his problem with me really."
"He says he sees evil in you right?" He asks.
I nod in agreement.
"Well, I think he also sees good in himself, and doesn't like that one bit." Grady says.
I don't respond, but I believe Grady has a point.
"He hates all the goodness in his heart and he sees you with your heart on your sleeve," Grady continues, "so in a way, you represent the good in his heart. Hell, you represent the good in
everybody's heart, he just takes it personal."
Grady's right and I refuse to let Axel get to me. He's gonna regret starting a beef with me and at Paradigm, he's gonna find out just what the Hope Dealer stands for.
I faced Axle Aomori in a triple threat at Big Trouble In Little Seattle, so I have know what to expect from him. And Thornstowe, well I don't really know what Thornstowe's problem with me is. I know what he says, but it just seems like he's misplacing his anger and frustration on me. But I sure can't wait until Paradigm, so I can get my hands on him. Just by entertaining the thought, my blood starts to boil. Then, I hear the door open. I turn and look, not expecting any visitors, to see the nurse enter the room.
"How are you today?" She asks with a smile.
"I'd be better if my friend here was conscious," I respond.
"I'm just going to check his vitals," she says as she removes the stethoscope from around her neck. "All things considered, he's doing alright." She says.
"What makes you think that?" I ask with a somewhat puzzled look.
"Well, he's showing brain activity for one, which means no brain damage. His vitals look great and he's got a great friend by his side," she winks and smiles before she heads for the door.
I hope she's right and I hope he can recover soon because I need Sean now more than ever.
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It's a bright and sunny day as I exit my car. I'm here at the local park for a picnic for special needs children. There's a better turnout than what I thought. People are out here throwing a Frisbee around, some have a football and there's small crowds scattered throughout the park conversing. There's so many people here I'm having a hard time finding Grady. I asked him to come on my behalf, I didn't think I'd be able to make it with Sean in the hospital. But I had second thoughts and figured it might be good for me to leave the hospital and get some fresh air. Plus, I made a commitment and I feel the need to honor such commitment.
I walk around for what feels like half an hour but more realistically it's been about 5 to 10 minutes. Finally, I spot Grady behind the grill flipping burgers.
"How you enjoying yourself so far?" I ask him as we shake hands.
"I'm having a good time," he responds. He looks shocked to see me "I thought you weren't going to be able to make it."
"Yeah, well," I start as I search for the words to explain the plethora of emotions I've been under, "I just thought it would be nice to get away and get my mind off things."
"Yeah, I don't blame you," Grady says as he diverts his attention back on the burgers and food on the grill, "I hate hospitals, I sure as hell wouldn't want to be cooped up in one for a long time."
"You and me both," I respond, "but I feel like I owe it to Sean, I wouldn't be where I am today without him."
"No, I feel you," he says, "so how are you holding up?"
"I sure could use some advice from Sean," I hand an empty plate for him to fill with food, "Thornstowe's my biggest challenge yet."
"Don't worry about that jerk," he puts a burger on my plate, "he's just trying to mess with your head."
"I hope you're right," I say taking his opinion in.
"Yeah, he's just trying to make you second guess yourself," he tells me.
"Well, it's working," I say frustrated, "I just don't get his problem with me really."
"He says he sees evil in you right?" He asks.
I nod in agreement.
"Well, I think he also sees good in himself, and doesn't like that one bit." Grady says.
I don't respond, but I believe Grady has a point.
"He hates all the goodness in his heart and he sees you with your heart on your sleeve," Grady continues, "so in a way, you represent the good in his heart. Hell, you represent the good in
everybody's heart, he just takes it personal."
Grady's right and I refuse to let Axel get to me. He's gonna regret starting a beef with me and at Paradigm, he's gonna find out just what the Hope Dealer stands for.