Bleeding Red (CM Punk WWE)

Thirty-Four- Commitment.

Her palms were so sweaty that she wasn't sure if it was sweat or blood pouring from her hands since she was clenching her fists so hard that her nails were digging into her own skin like razors. She could feel PJ's hand softly masssaging her shoulder but it was no comfort in a situation like this. She wasn't sure there was thing in the world that could comfort her right now. Her caramel eyes threatened to spring out tears, her lips pursed in a hard line,

"Just tell me" Coirazon begged, she felt PJ's grip on her shoulder tighten as she said it. She knew exactly what it meant, if she was HIV positive the web of people connected to her was huge. Kayden was her first concern, then she thought of Punk, which brought in Ruby and AJ along with Dean and Randy, Jolie, Roman, Lia, Seth, Dahlia, her head was spinning as she made the connections. She looked up at Dr. Andrews, "Please just tell me..." She muttered, he looked at her unsure,

"You don't seem in the condition to recieve this kind of-" he began to say, she cut him off glaring

"No one will ever be in the condition to recieve that kind of information now fucking tell me" she hissed, he nodded and put on his glasses. He opened the envelope, excruciatingly slow, the sound of her heavy breathing and the soft scratchy sound of the paper being the only noise in the room. His eyes scanned the paper slowly and it was like everything was slow motion, her body went cold, she could barely grasp the words as they come out his mouth, she could feel PJ's hand squeezing tighter on her shoulder to prevent her from falling.

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" Lía" her mother called, she had heard the door bell ring and had made a sprint to her room. Any time that door bell rang she knew it was guest, which was her cue to hide, she hated company and she hated having to talking to people, so she hid. "Lía!" she called again, Lía continued to hide behind all her mothers clothes, cowering behind the ironing board. "Lía! C'mon" her mother called, Lía could tell she wasnt too far off from losing her temper, the Feu temper was not something you ever wanted to mess with. But of course she didn't care, she didn't want to see anyone so she continued to hide, "Rosalía Natia Feú you have until the count of 5!" he mother warned, Lía scrunched her nose as the use of her full name but still did not budge, "1" her mother warned, "2" she continued, "3" she hissed as she heard no sound of Lía coming out, "4" her voice said it all, she was in for it

"Aw c'mon Amatia " Lía heard a slightly familar female voice laugh, "Ease up, you were no better as a kid" she reminded, glared

"Lía, do not make me say 5 young lady" she warned

"I'll find her!" quipped another voice, this one seemed like it belonged to a kid. She heard little foot steps in the hallway as they went directly in her mothers room. What the heck, thought Lía as she adjusted herselt to keep hidden, then the foots as if the person left. She couldn't help but feel like she was in a bad horror movie. She kept quiet, if there was one thing she was good at it was keeping quiet. Finally she heard the footsteps start to retreat before they ran back and pulled open the door, the ironing board was pulled back to reveal Lía.

"Hey!" She whined as she looked up at the little girl who had found her, she was about her age maybe a few years younger with dark golden brown hair and intense dark eyes, they were almost black.