Our Fight For Love | Dean Ambrose

Loss Of My Life [52]

Colby held himself up, a hand resting on to the wall as he stared down at the greyish floors. His left ear met with the sounds of the dial tone coming from his cellphone and his right ear listening to the busy hospital machinery and hasty footsteps that ran throughout the busy halls.

His foot tapped nervously as he whispered to himself, "Pick up....pick up...come on, pick up Jon."

Suddenly the dial tone stopped letting him know that the call was picked up, "Jon! Jon! Hello?" Colby asked quickly and loudly hearing groans and grumbles from the other side.

"H-hello?" He heard his friend yawn out, Jon rubbing his eyes being woken up in the middle of the night.

"Jon, you need to come home." Colby had ripped that bandaid and skipped the trying to figure out what next to say because no matter how much he tried to prepare the conversation in his head, he knew it was going to be hard to say out loud.

"This a fuckin' prank call? It's three in the goddamn—"

Colby let out a frustrated and strained shout shaking his head to himself, "It's Kennedy."

The urgency and frustration coming from Colby's voice, combined with the mention of his wife's name finally caused him to wake up and concern quickly arose. He knew Colby wouldn't just up and call in the middle of the night if it wasn't urgent. 

"What happened? Where's Zoey?" Jon sat up, rubbing nervously hand over his face. 

His friend sighed, ignoring the first question, "Zoey is fine. She's with Joe and Rebecca in the waiting room."

Waiting room? That just made Jon even more anxious, every bad thought in the universe came barreling towards him. Just the thought alone of not being there to full get the story made him sick. 

"What the hell do you mean, waiting room? Where is Kennedy?" Jon demanded. 

Colby feared this is what it would come down to and he could barely bring out the words to speak them. He had kept it together in front of Kennedy for the sake of her, but now that he was alone, he just couldn't bear the fact that he witnessed someone he cared about go through one of the most traumatic experiences, and now he had to be the messenger to his brother. 

Jon had left his family knowing his wife and daughter would be in good hands with so many friends around to look out for them, and still he was on the other side of the world about to have it all come crashing down. 

He trembled, lips quiver as the tears began to pool, trying to come up with a coherent sentence through his now impending breakdown. "S—She.....she's in the umm...I'm sorry."

Colby's voice cracked, tears prickling the corner of his eyes as he paced around palming his face up and down and the grip on his cellphone tightened before his back finally met the wall and he slid down sitting in disbelief. Sobs erupted and in that very moment, Jon could not find a twinge of patience to hold out any longer.  

"Colby, tell me what the hell is going on. Tell me, right now."  Jon ordered sternly, yet his voice not wavering in its panic-stricken state. 

At that point, he had gotten up out of bed, turning on the lights and pacing around his room nervously trying to prepare himself of all the scenarios that could have happened, but he needed the truth right then and there. 

"She hasn't told me the full story yet, but she lost the baby, man......I-I found her in the bus bathroom, she was bleeding and she said it was too late."

Jonathan's skin went cold, his body going numb, and everything around him seemed to freeze in slow motion. It was as if he didn't want to believe it, like his brain playing some sick joke on him that he was asleep for.