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Brain Damage; Dice RP
Topic Started: Aug 17 2012, 11:50 PM (62 Views)
Brooklyn
NEWera Prospect
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The hallway of a hospital, a seemingly endless array of doors with God knows what behind it and a host of people in white bouncing between them as the poor souls in color huddle around looking like refugees from real life. None of them pleased to be there and none of them in a real good mood. In the center of all of this stands Michael “Dice” Serrano with the attending physician for the night, their topic of conversation the injured Asian woman lying in the bed behind door to their immediate right.

Dr. Martin: I'm sorry, Mr. Serrano, we won't know how bad the damage is for a few days. The fact of the matter is this is her second major head trauma in a relatively short amount of time. We cannot say for certain what effect this will have on her physically or psychologically. Every brain reacts a little bit differently and hers has spent the last few years getting slammed around a wrestling ring. I don't know if she's going to get clearance again.

Dice's jaw drops. That thought was almost too much to bear. Misty would be devastated to be told she would not be allowed to even try and come back and he knew what that would probably lead to.

Dice: Are you telling me they just ended her career?

The doctor softens, shaking his head and placing a hand on Dice's shoulder.

Dr. Martin: No sir, I'm saying you need to prepare yourself for that possibility. It is entirely possible that she'll wake up and be ready to return to training in a week or two. It is also entirely possible that she will never return to training, much less competition.

Dice nods slowly. No matter what, this was going to be hard on both of them. He takes this all in and then looks up hopefully.

Dice: Which do you think is more likely?

The doctor's expression was grave. Dice swallows hard, trying... and failing, to prepare himself to hear something he really doesn't want to hear.

Dr. Martin: In all honesty, if it were up to me, I would recommend she not compete anymore but, I am not a neurologist, Mr. Serrano. I'm just the guy treating her in the emergency room tonight. She'll need to see a specialist and work closely with said specialist to have any hope of returning.

Dice nods again. This was going to crush her and he had no idea what he or anyone else could do to make it any better. After everything she'd been through with the car crash in 2010, to be told you were done all over again...

Dice: So you think she's going to be told to retire?

The doctor nods grimly.

Dr. Martin: It's a high a probability, yes. With her being rendered unconscious from a blow to the head again, this is likely a severe enough concussion to warrant that kind of caution.

The doctor pats him on the shoulder and walks off back down the hall towards the nurses' station leaving Dice standing in the doorway of the private room his girlfriend was lying unconscious in. How were they gonna get through this? How was he going to tell her she was probably not gonna be allowed to do much at all? How was he going to tell her she had to be a spectator now? He takes a deep breath and then walks into the room. As he walks over to the chair positioned next to the bed, Misty starts to stir. His steps get quicker, moving him to her side so he can take her left hand into his. Her eyes open and the look of fear and confusion starts almost immediately.

Dice: Heeeey...

His smile reassures her some but it still isn't enough to overcome where she is.

Misty Lyn: Michael? What? Why am I...

Dice nods slowly, kissing her on her forehead.

Dice: Ssssh... calm down, you don't wanna move too much.

He stands up straight as she continues to look at him with trepidation. He closes his eyes for a second and then clears his throat.

Dice: Rory and Zoe... they...

He stops, unable to bring himself to tell her everything. Misty looks up at him, her level of anxiety rising with every second of awkward silence.

Misty Lyn: Michael? Michael, what is it? What did they.... whoa...

As she tries to sit up, the pain and disorientation overcomes her and she lies back down almost immediately. Realization starts to set in and her eyes moisten with fear.

Misty Lyn: Michael... what did they do to me?

Dice takes a deep breath and opens his eyes, steeling himself for the reaction he knows has to be coming.

Dice: They... knocked you down and into a state of confusion long enough for Zoe to hold a chair over your head. Rory gave you the Riot Star with the chair in place and it knocked you unconscious.

Tears start rolling from her eyes.

Misty Lyn: So... so you're telling me...

Dice nods slowly, trying not to look horribly grim and solemn and failing miserably.

Dice: Your head... they knew right where to make it hurt bad...

Misty nods, trying to hold back the deluge.

Misty Lyn: So... I'm out of Vindication again?

Dice nods slowly.

Dice: Maybe more...

She looks up at him praying he's not going to tell her what she knows is coming.

Misty Lyn: More?

Dice bites his lip as he nods.

Dice: The doctor said you'll need to see a specialist but if it was him...

He tries to swallow the lump in his throat but he can't make it go away.

Dice: You're not coming back...

Misty can't hold it back anymore. Her hands fly to her face as the tears flow freely. Dice leans down and hugs her tightly.

Dice: I'm sorry, Baby...

Misty nods slowly, letting the tears go. Dice hugs her and they spend the next few minutes with the only sound being Misty crying into her boyfriend's chest. Finally she sits back some, wiping away the tears and then looking at him more worried than he's ever seen her.

Misty Lyn: What are you gonna do against them now?

Dice shrugs.

Dice: They kind of took care of that for me already...

Misty frowns, confused and still quite worried that he has to go into battle alone.

Dice: They dragged Vanessa into it for some ungodly reason.

Misty cocks her head, almost immediately regretting having done so.

Misty Lyn: God, I gotta stop doing that...

She pauses to let her the inner workings of her head catch up with her, hand to her forehead as she tries to ignore the pain and dizziness. A minute passes and she finally manages to look up at him again.

Misty Lyn: Why would they...

She pauses, still racking her somewhat cloudy brain

Misty Lyn: Vanessa?

Dice shrugs.

Dice: I have no idea what they're thinking right now. I mean, I think I've walked passed this woman once or twice at catering and I think she's supposed to be a big CWC wheel but...

He shakes his head, totally at a loss.

Dice: I don't know why they would want her engaged here. It doesn't seem like it'd help them accomplish much of anything.

Misty nods, holding it together somehow despite her outburst earlier.

Misty Lyn: What are they trying to accomplish besides punishing us?

Dice starts to shrug when a phone goes off in his pocket. He frowns, reaches down and then smiles.

Dice: It's Nikki again...

He hits the talk button and then hands it off to Misty.

Misty Lyn: Hey, Nik...

As Misty talks to her friend, Dice stands up and walks to the door where he notices some people congregating. He walks over and is stunned to see a couple of cameras and some reporters waiting. He closes the door and shakes his in shock and dismay.

Dice: Are you people kidding me?

The cameras turn on and he stares at them incredulously.

Dice: You're putting me on... right?

The reporters just look between each other and turn back to him, microphones extended.

Reporter #1: Sir.. do you have any comments on...

Dice raises a hand to stop them.

Dice: We're really gonna do this now?

He glances between them in succession and then shrugs.

Dice: Ok... the condition of Misty Lyn is that she's lying in a hospital bed right now with an undetermined injury that will keep her out an undetermined amount of time. No details are available right now because nobody f*cking well knows what the exact details are.

The reporters' eyes go wide.

Reporter #1: Sir you can't...

Dice shoots them a look to shut them up.

Dice: Does it look like I give a good godd*mn whether you have to employ your beep machine right now? You've barged into the hallway of a hospital before the woman has even had a chance to breathe yet, match up to me and shove cameras in my face in the hopes of a sound bite and then you're gonna b*tch at me because it has a couple of words you need to cover up for five seconds? Look... at Vindication III, you all are gonna see a fight most people thought they'd never see in public. My brother and I are gonna beat each other senseless and Zoe McDraven and Vanessa are gonna beat each other senseless at the same time. Do I really understand why? No... and for the next couple of days, I don't really give a f*ck either! For all we know my girlfriend could be fighting for her life in there and until that part's over, I don't give a d*mn WHY she's doing so, I just want her to win that fight. After that, ok... then we can go focus on why and I can think about grabbing my baby brother and demanding to know why he and Zoe felt the need to try to make believers out of all of us! As for Vanessa, I don't know the woman but I'm pretty sure she's not exactly pleased with Zoe and Rory either so this oughtta work out swimmingly...

The reporters all stand there dumbfounded as he glances from person to person.

Dice: What? Not good enough for you f*cktards? Well too damn bad... that's all you get, now get the f*ck out of here before I call the cops!

He turns around and opens the door, glancing back to watch as the cameras and reporters flee. Shaking his head he steps into Misty's room, closing the door behind him.

Dice: Fucking brain dead parasites!

Misty can't hide her amusement as he walks in from the doorway.

Misty Lyn: Friendly conversation?

Dice manages a small smile.

Dice: Fucking reporters...

Misty can't believe her ears.

Misty Lyn: Are you serious?

Dice nods, taking his seat next to her.

Dice: Yeah... I think I gave them what they wanted. How's Nikki?

Misty smiles.

Misty Lyn: She's Nikki... made a crack about how we should form a tag team now called “Brain Damage.”

Dice laughs in spite of himself.

Dice: You're right... that's totally Nikki...

Misty nods, still amused, as they both go quiet for a few minutes.

Misty Lyn: Do you think you can trust Vanessa?

Dice shrugs.

Dice: Do I really have a choice?

Misty nods knowing he's right whether she likes it or not.

Misty Lyn: I hope you two kick their asses...

Dice nods, taking her hand again.

Dice: Gonna try...

Misty looks at him, feigning being offended.

Misty Lyn: Try? There is no try! Do... or do not!

Dice manages another smile.

Dice: You really have been talking to Nikki a lot lately, haven't you?

Misty nods as dice rises and leans in to hug her, kissing her soft lips as he moves in.

Dice: I love, Michelle...

Misty's eyes close as she accepts his embrace, clutching him in her arms as well.

Misty Lyn: I love you too, Michael.




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