Jaylynn slowly opened her eyes,
the light sending painful rays through her head. Her head felt
groggy and her entire body hurt. Feeling a soft pressure in her
hand, she slowly turned her head and saw a shock of dark, long,
curly hair.
CharLee squeezed her hand and
smiled. "You're awake." she said. Jaylynn winced, feeling
hungover. CharLee dropped her voice to a low murmur. "You had
everyone worried for awhile. They'll be glad you're awake."
CharLee said.
Jaylynn opened her mouth to speak
but pain stopped her. "Don't try to talk yet. Your jaw is pretty
messed up. Plus your larynx is bruised." CharLee told her.
Jaylynn felt tears of frustration welling up in her eyes. She
had questions that she wanted answers to, and she wanted them
now.
How badly was she hurt? Would she
be okay? Would she be able to wrestle again? Where was Shane
McMahon? What had happened to him? Who had saved her? Her only
clues to the last question were that the voice had been male and
had a southern twang. But that still left a list of possibles.
There was Shane Helms, Shannon Moore, Matt Hardy, Jeff Hardy and
a few others.
As if reading her thoughts,
CharLee began to answer some of her questions. "You are pretty
banged up, but you should recover quickly. Your bumping skills
came in handy, it seems like you may have been able to avoid any
serious or permanent damage. Your ribs are bruised. You have a
severe concussion. The muscles on your leg are bruised. You have
a few cuts. And your face is a lovely black and blue shade. And
it is pretty swollen. You are really lucky though. It wouldn't
been much worse if someone hadn't stopped him." CharLee said.
Jaylynn turned pleading eyes up to
her friend. CharLee didn't seem to notice though. "They said
that you'd probably be able to get back in the ring in a month
or two. That it was mostly just surface injuries. There's a
waiting room full of people who are anxious to see you. Most of
them have to take off soon to go get ready for Raw. Thankfully
Raw is only an hour from here. Most of them have been in the
waiting room all night. I'll go tell them you are awake. I'm
sure they'll want to see you." CharLee said, lightly squeezing
her hand before leaving the room.
Jaylynn's eyes focused on the IV
attached to her hand. Her eyes followed the tubing to the bag
that contained what she was sure was morphine. Finding a trigger
pump near her hand, she pressed the button, hoping to relieve
the pain in her face and in her chest when she breathed.
As the drug began to take effect,
Jaylynn had to fight her heavy eyelids ot keep them from
closing. But she lost the battle as they simply refused to stay
open and shut heavily. She heard the door to her room open and
struggled to keep her mind from sinking back into the hazy
drugged up state. She tried in vain to force her eyes open.
A hand slipped into hers and
squeezed it. "hey Babygirl. I hope you can still hear me. You
are going to be just fine. And McMahon will pay for doing this
to you." the southern twang told her.
Jaylynn tried to place the voice
but her mind refused to cooperate with her. Instead she lightly
squeezed the hand, again trying to force her eyes open.
A tear of frustration slipped from
beneath her closed eyelids as they refused to open. She felt a
warm hand brush the tear away and Jaylynn felt herself sink back
into the darkness.