2 long weeks have passed. I haven't heard a single word from Roman. Only passing glances. I've been staying with Dean as he travels from city to city. As far as I know, he still wants to hurt Roman just as bad as I do.
Over the last couple of weeks, me and Dean have gotten to know each other a lot better. And it really helps, knowing my only friend in this world really well.
Today is my final doctors appointment before I was originally set to return to action.
With Dean beside me, I walk into the check up room and hoist myself onto the table.
"I fucking hate these." I hiss, poking the paper liner.
Dean cracks his knuckles and smirks, walking over to me.
"What are you doing?" I ask.
He grabs the paper and begins to tear it apart like a rabid wolf.
"DEAN." I laugh as the doctor walks in.
He drops handfuls of paper as the doctor sits down and sighs.
"She hates it." Dean shrugs, sitting down as well.
"Anyways." I laugh.
"Good news, Ms. Reilly. You're all set to return to action. Let's get this cast off of your foot. Come Monday, you'll be just fine to go back." He smiles, clicking his pen.
"FINALLY!" I smile, hugging Dean.
After about 2 hours, my cast was off and my evaluation was complete.
In 2 short, beautiful days, I'll be starting a war.. and I'll also be the one to finish it.
Victoria? Zahra? They're done. And I'm getting my Championship back. And as for Roman, well, that's another story.
As we walk out of the hospital, I throw my crutches in a dumpster and skip around Dean in circles.
"Excited much?" He laughs.
"FUCK YEAH I'M EXCITED! I CAN WALK. I CAN RUN. I CAN LIVE. I CAN WRESTLE!" I smile, jumping on his back.
"I told you time would fly." He smirks.
"I know, but holy shit! LET'S GO PACK AND GET THE FUCK TO CHICAGO!" I yell, getting in the car.
He gets in the drivers seat and we go back to the hotel.
I rapidly pack my belongings as Dean shakes his jacket around.
"What the hell? Got bugs?" I ask.
"NO! I've got that paper shit everywhere. I HATE IT." He growls.
A few pieces got stuck on the wall, and he growls at it, approaching it like its a wild animal in the woods.
He begins punching the wall as I wipe the tears from my face.
"Fucking asshole." He growls, squinting at the paper stuck to the wall.
"Holy shit.." I laugh, zipping my dufflebag.
"The stupid shit had it coming!" He yells.
"Damn lampposts and hospital bed liners these days." I shake my head.
"I know! Fucking disrespectful!" He squints, pointing to the paper.
"You're the best person I've ever met. Holy shit." I laugh, falling onto the bed.
"HEY. NO RESTING. LET'S GO!" He yells, pulling me up.
"OKAY OKAY." I laugh, following behind him with my dufflebag.
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Rainy Season || R.R {#1}
FanficOriginally By ChristyRusher1994 ** This story is NOT stolen. ** Christy asked me to finish it for her because she really had no idea where it was going. Therefore, enjoy my continuation to Rainy Season! To those who haven't read it, enjoy. To those...
