Persona (My WWE Career)

Season 2, Episode 15 Injury

I'm not sure what really happened once I faded to the night. Not even the crinkling of metal and glass could wake me. The blackness of the empty void of dreams was too peaceful to leave. My breath stayed steady. I could feel a warm burn on my forehead. I think sweat ran across down from the burning.

I felt taller. As if gravity fell to my brain, blood rushed to it. I can feel my shoulders weighing. Almost as if I was in a bed.

I heard people. Mumbling I can't understand in a different language. They sound worried. Sirens burst within. Small dim lights colored the dark. Red, blue, red, blue, red. Footsteps rushed with a beat of a quarter note. From that, there was a light feeling. I could feel a soft covering as if I swam backwards in a cloud. Rocking. There was also a sense of rocking. Then there was a pause.

The pause lasted for what I thought was a night's worth. I felt tired, but enough to wake from a dream. A crack of light greeted my eyes. Ugh, too bright. Every part of my body refuses to answer except my mouth and eyes.

There was no doubt: I'm in a hospital.
Although, I don't feel tired. I don't feel anything. An attempt to open my eyes. I succeeded in the first go, but everything was red tinted. Blood seemed to bleed under my tear socket. It felt that way, but it didn't.

The nurses were rushing, taking care of other patients. They wore some of those soft pattern gowns with white shoe wear. The heart monitor stead. A tray next to me had corn ships and a apple packet. I was laying there on the bed. I looked to be in a comfortable condition.

Wait, how could I see me? How could I see any of this? I lied right there with my eyes shut, yet here I am doing so anyways. I looked down to check my hands. Am I a ghost? No, no not quite. My heart still beats. I don't think anyone saw me. What was going on?

It appears that I'm conscience, but my body is not answering. This is my coma of near death. I hope I awaken soon.

Another nurse came along. Aged, but a quick employee. On her left arm, she carries a clipboard, mumbling to herself. I couldn't make out all of what she says, though I recognize some tibits. "Brain damage... Condition stable... Possible coma... Unresponsive... Chance of sur... 13 months." Thirteen months? Have I been here for thirteen months?

I looked at myself again. My hair grew, almost like HBK long. My eyes were pale. It's almost like my body is a ghost. I gotta find a way to retain my body's responsiveness. Rehab. Here I come.