Shawn rolls his eyes, one hand holding the phone to his ear, the other fumbling with things he�s supposed to sign. These will look somewhat strange, like he was shivering and moving around while signing them, because it�s difficult to keep the posters and pictures in place when he�s busy making sure the phone doesn�t drop.
�You�re forgetting that you�re the injured one.�
�Hey, I�m also the one lying in my bed watching Raw while you�re busting your ass. I�m just waiting for that pretty nurse to come tell me the doctor is ready to see me, actually. Don�t tell Steph I said that.�
Shawn chuckles, can just imagine the amused look on his friend�s face, then pauses his writing.
�I�m representing both of us now; I guess that means I have to do more. With you gone I have to add at least something that has to do with asses. Perhaps busting mine counts.�
�Or cocks, don�t forget the cocks.�
He makes a face, signing a rather old magazine cover of himself, not even noticing he�s just covered his own face.
�You and your fixation.�
The conversation turns to Hunter�s recovery, like it always does, and Shawn takes comfort in the fact that his friend sounds pretty cheery. Whether it has to do with the pretty nurse � though he�s sure Hunter�s joking about that one, Steph would kill him � or not, he isn�t sure, but it makes Shawn feel a lot better. He looks at the DX poster he just signed, smiling, then cannot help but add the simple HHH sign to the bottom of it. He�s sure Hunter would approve, and if not, then Shawn would gladly bring up the times he�s found his friend decorating things with the HBK initials.
�Shawn?�
Hunter�s voice is soft, almost hesitant, and Shawn smiles.
�Yeah?�
�I�m better than John, right?�
�Yes, Hunter, much better. And you�ll show him up once you come back.�
�I know, and I will.�
Background noise can be heard through the phone, Hunter murmuring something, and then Shawn hears his friend sigh in frustration. He drops the pen he was holding, brushes a hand through his hair, and waits for Hunter to tell him he has to go. It�s always like that; Hunter�s always the one being called away. Strange how he�s the injured one, chained to beds, forced to move around in wheelchairs or with the help of crutches, yet he also seems to be the one who has important things to do. Shawn looks at the items in front of him again, gives a rueful smile. These things he�s doing are important in their own right, he knows. Just the thought of receiving an autographed item makes some fans giddy with joy. Still, he wished his important things didn�t include script-changes, messy scribbles on paper, or having to discuss what he doesn�t want to do. No, he wished those important things included his best friend.
�Shawn? I�ve got to go, the doctor�s here and he needs to check my progress.�
Hunter sounds frustrated, annoyed, like he usually does, but Shawn can hear the slight hint of excitement. Excitement, because he knows he�s been doing well and is ahead of schedule. Excitement at the mere thought of being one step closer to returning. It makes Shawn smile.
�Okay, go and surprise him. I�ll call you when I have�make time.�
The usual parting words, then all is silent and Shawn stares at the glittering posters in front of him, light dancing on them as they move. He bites his lip, then chuckles and grabs the ones he�s signed already. Quickly he adds three letters to all of them; HHH. It�s like Hunter�s never been gone. If only that were true.