Nikki's pov:
It's been a couple of days since I've been out of the hospital. And I'm not mad, I'm not angry, and I'm not upset... I'M PISS AS HELL.
When Dr. Geller told me what was my conditions and how long I was going to be out. I understood and I told him what happen. But when he got to the part about Randy, is when I lost my calm. Randy told the doctor that he was my soon to be husband and the nurse too. Yes I know that I'm pretending to be his soon to be ex wife, but that is for Sasha. He told people who have files of my background and for emergency contact they are going to put fiance Randy jackass Orton.
He wasn't the only one to lie, apparently Dean. Yes Dean told them that he was my brother. I don't even know how he convince them. He said it was genetics that made our skin color different. He said that he took my mom's genes because of her skin color. Still how can the doctors buy that? I mean did they look up that I only have one brother... Don't worry he got his punishment, he won't be able to sit down for a week or two.
Now as for Randy, his ass got lucky when he ran out of the room. But he's going get it today because he texted me that he was coming over to my place. Damn sure as hell that I'm going to kick his ass six feet under.
In case your wondering who's been taking care of me, it has been my sister Brie. At first I was okay taking care of myself, than I figure that I can't do certain things. So her and Bryan has been staying with me. At this time they are out running some errands for me. That means nothing and no one is holding me back in killing Randy... Well maybe me being on crutches.
As I was going through Instagram I heard a door bell. Something tells it's time for Randy to be judge. I grab my crutches and made my way to the living room.
N- COME IN!
R- HOW CAN I?
N- Idiot... THE KEY UNDER THE POT OF FLOWERS.
R- OH YEAH, I FORGOT.
N- Oh course you did.
I sat in the coach waiting for Randy. It took him like an hour to finally reach the living room. When he finally appear into the room, he stand in the entrance way.
N- Randy what are you doing way over there?
R- It's safer over here.
N- How is that?
R- Um because your not a punch swing away.
N- Randy!
R- Nikki!
N- I'm not going to hit you.
R- I'm not buying what you said.
N- For real I won't hit you.
R- Why a gripping one of you crutches like that.
I look down and the way I was holding my crutches. It seems like, I'm going to hit a home run with Randy's head.
N- Oh I'm just releasing some stress because you want to know something?
R- No not really. In fact oh look at the time I have to get to TV.
N- Randy, its 7:30 a.m. and you don't have to be at TV in 5 more hours.
R- I like to get to the arena early.
N- No you don't.
R- Yes I do.
N- No you don't.
R- Yes I do.
N- No you don't.
R- Yes I do.
N- RANDY! I'm not going to play this game. I want to know why your name is under my emergency contact at the hospital.
