Misconceptions [Shawn Michaels]

Chapter 7

Moody Day.

*Sisilia's POV*

It's been a month and three days since I've been hospitalized but today I'm finally shipping out of this hell hole and returning back home to Alabama.

The decision was finalised a week ago over the phone with Vince, so I had no choice but to oblige.

It was also a week ago when I started walking properly again, but Dr. Brooks said it would be best if they kept me another week for monitoring.

Finally, that week has flew by and I was currently getting my stuff from the hotel I stayed at and packing them into my suitcases.

I decided that I would leave my car in Jeff's care since he insisted on letting him and his crew fix it instead of paying a ton by an actual garage.

Speaking of Jeff, I decided that instead of abruptly leaving right after I packed, I would spend the entire day with him.

*
"Do you have to leave?" Jeff whined as he drove us both to have pizza. "You could just stay with me and Matt."

I sighed. "Jeff I would love to, but having a sick back means that I can't be on the road anymore, I need to sit still, atleast until I'm fully recovered."

"But you don't know how much I'll miss you," He pouted.

"Oh c'mon Nero," I stated slowly becoming annoyed. "It's not like I'm going away forever. Besides, in the next couple weeks the show is being held in Birmingham, you'll see me then," I tried cheering him up but his frown refused to turn upside down.

He didn't say a word which now caused the car to fall completely silent. I felt bad about leaving but there was nothing I could do.

I understood his feelings and where he was coming from because I felt the exact same way, the only difference is that I couldn't openly admit to them like he can.

I turned my head to his direction and saw that his deminor was completely stiff and his jaw was visibly flexing beneath his skin.

He was pissed off, but just like me, there was nothing he could do about the situation.

I shifted in my seat so I could somewhat get closer to him and rested my hand onto his knee.

After a few seconds, he let out a sigh that seemed out of frustration and relaxed. He then took one of his hands off the steering wheel and placed it on top of mine.

The actions broke my heart a bit to the point where I felt a burning lump crawling up my throat but because I hated showing weakness, I pushed it back down and turned my attention to the outside.

*
We were now sat across from each other inside the pizza parlor awaiting our orders.

"I'm not even in the mood for pizza anymore," Jeff stated in a gloomy fashion while picking at the napkins in it's holder.

"Then what are you in the mood for?" I asked looking up at him.

"I just don't know how I'd make out when you're gone."

My departure was really bothering him and don't get me wrong here, it's bothering me too, but again, I just couldn't show it and I guess because of that it made me come of as harsh.

"Jeff, you've been on the job longer than I have and you've been through a lot without even knowing I existed. Can't you just go back to that time frame?"

Jeff snapped his head towards me and stared almost in disbelief at my statement. I stared back questioningly.

"Wha-"