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Post by "Ironman" Michael Taylor on Sept 2, 2007 12:30:08 GMT -4
His tired eyes had not seen sleep all nigh long. He sat in a chair near a hospital bed, watching her, waiting for her to wake up. She had slipped into unconsciousness in his arms, right in the middle of the ring in front of the sold out audience. He didn't care what they thought. His only thoughts were laying a foot away from him on the bed. A hand held onto hers tightly, his fight with sleep becoming a losing battle. It was almost lunch time now. He needed something to eat to keep his energy up, but her refused to leave her side. His thoughts wondered if this had been what she had done when he was in a coma. Their roles were now reversed. It was his turn to wait on her to wake up.
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Post by Nicole Storm on Sept 2, 2007 12:36:26 GMT -4
[glow=green,2,300]Mmmhhhh.........[/glow]
Sounds not very loud through the room in which Nicole Storm is laying. She has passed out in the middle of the ring after her match against Stacie Wilson. But the match itself what not the reason why she is laying here…it is more the fact that Wilson German Suplexed Nicole from the top turnbuckle to the mat…followed by a vicious sharpshooter….
The moan gets louder and louder as Nicole slowly gain conscious again in the bed room of the hospital….
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Post by "Ironman" Michael Taylor on Sept 2, 2007 13:01:32 GMT -4
His head slowly raises upon hearing her moan. He scoots the chair a bit closer, looking at her eyes as he awaited them to flutter open. He had been worried beyond belief. He was still in the same attire that had draped his body when he ran to the ring to help her. His hand squeezed hers for a moment, hoping she would know somebody was there for her when she finally opened her eyes.
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Post by Nicole Storm on Sept 2, 2007 13:20:24 GMT -4
She slowly opens her eyes, but close it a moment later as the bright light hurts her eyes. Loud moans escape her lips as she tried to sat up…her back is still hurting like hell even now after the doctors gave her some painkillers.
[glow=green,2,300]What …happened??[/glow]
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Post by "Ironman" Michael Taylor on Sept 2, 2007 13:38:52 GMT -4
His free hand moved to her face. He slowly caressed her cheek, letting her feel the warmth of his hand. He squeezes her hand a little tighter before speaking.
You passed out baby. After Stacie attacked you, you slipped into unconsciousness. I was right there. I had you in my arms.
He kept his grip on her hand, his other staying on her cheek and brushing the hair away. He could only hope for her to open her eyes and show she was truly alright.
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Post by Nicole Storm on Sept 2, 2007 13:41:28 GMT -4
Nicole opens her eyes and look in the eyes of the man who is sitting next to her, holding her hand, teasing her cheek. She makes a surprised face as she said.
[glow=green,2,300]Who ..are…you?[/glow]
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Post by "Ironman" Michael Taylor on Sept 2, 2007 13:49:50 GMT -4
His eyes raised hearing her question. Surely she couldn't be serious. The surprise on his face was evident as he responded.
It's me, Nikki. It's Michael. How are you feeling?
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Post by Nicole Storm on Sept 2, 2007 13:59:56 GMT -4
[glow=green,2,300]Oh…Mich…ael…[/glow]
The whole room starts to spin around…Nicole close her eyes again to escape the nearing lose of conscious while she slowly continues to answer Mike’s question.
[glow=green,2,300]My…body….hurts…[/glow]
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Post by "Ironman" Michael Taylor on Sept 2, 2007 14:37:39 GMT -4
Lay back baby. Just get some rest. The doctors will give you something to soothe the pain.
He continued to caress her cheek, his worry rising when he sees how she had closed her eyes again. The look on her face showed she was struggling just to talk. It hurt him to see her like that. But, he would stay by her side just like she had for him.
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Post by Nicole Storm on Sept 2, 2007 14:47:50 GMT -4
[glow=green,2,300]I …will…try…[/glow]
Nicole answers …or at least she tried to answer…it was more a whisper and you had to listen really closely to understand what she has said. A few minutes later she has fallen asleep or has pass out again.
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Post by "Ironman" Michael Taylor on Sept 2, 2007 15:22:49 GMT -4
He sits quietly beside her as she drifts back into unconsciousness. His hand held hers tightly. He laid his head down on the bed beside her, slowly drifting off to sleep.
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Post by Nicole Storm on Sept 2, 2007 15:58:11 GMT -4
The next morning.
Nicole wakes up around 10 AM the day after she has been assaulted by Stacie Wilson after their match. Her back is still hurting…but not more as usual. She stretch out her arms and yawn a bit…even thought she has slept so long, Nikki is still tired. Nicole looks around and notice that she is in an hospital bed room. She can’t remember how she get here … but she still can remember what happened and just the thought of the assault by this …tramp…angers Nicole. Her face turns red, that bitch will pay for this. Nicole is not somebody who let herself be threaten like this by a nobody.
[glow=green,2,300]Damn bitch….[/glow]
Nicole whispers and then she notice that she wasn’t alone in the room. Michael Taylor was sitting on the chair next to her. His head is resting on the edge of the bed and he is sleeping. A smile forms on Nikki’s face as she looks down at him.
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Post by "Ironman" Michael Taylor on Sept 2, 2007 16:05:42 GMT -4
He had slowly drifted off to sleep only a couple of hours before. He felt the movement on the bed, his eyes fluttering open because of it. His eyes catch Nicole staring at him, a smile on her face. He slowly sits up, rubbing his eyes and then his neck before speaking.
Morning baby. How do you feel?
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Post by Nicole Storm on Sept 2, 2007 16:13:10 GMT -4
[glow=green,2,300]Bit better... my back only hurts as much as it does usual. [/glow]
She tries to smile a bit and reach for his hand. She holds it tight and looks in his eyes.
[glow=green,2,300]But that …tramp…will pay for this.[/glow]
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Post by "Ironman" Michael Taylor on Sept 2, 2007 16:16:41 GMT -4
He squeezes her hand as well. This was never a sight he wanted to see. He wanted to show her that he was here, though he knew she already knew that.
Let's get you healed first. You see how well things have been for me. I tried coming back too soon and look at what has happened. One fluke win in two months. I don't want to see you suffer like I have.
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Post by Nicole Storm on Sept 2, 2007 16:21:47 GMT -4
[glow=green,2,300]It is ok...I will be back on my feets in a few days and at the next Full Throttle I will take revenge. You can be sure about that…but baby…that what happened to you was more serious then my little pass out after the match.. [/glow]
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Post by "Ironman" Michael Taylor on Sept 2, 2007 16:27:48 GMT -4
Nikki, your back is in a lot of pain. Don't take your injury too lightly. It's hard enough for you to walk already. I see how you struggle. I've been there every step of the way. I don't want to see you be disappointed time and time again like I am. I'm a big enough loser for both of us. I don't want your father hating me because my bad luck has rubbed off on you.
He lays his head back down beside her. He was still tired, barely getting any sleep. He had been far too worried about her to do so. Now that she was awake, he could feel his body shutting down. He kept his eyes looking up at her, though the look in them began to show just how tired he is. It wouldn't be long before he would lose his fight to stay awake.
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