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"I hate this stupid thing!"

I yelled, throwing my neck brace across the room.

"Woah, what's wrong?"

Fergal asked as he walked into the room and picked up my brace.

"I'm so done with that thing! It hurts my neck, it's annoying, and I'm so over having a broken neck!"

I yelled as I started crying.

"Come here."

Fergal said as he wrapped me up in a hug.

"I want my life back! I wanna wrestle! I wanna be able to play with my kids. I wanna live my life again. And I can't do that because first I couldn't walk and then Kylie broke my neck and I just can't do this Fergal!"

I sobbed into his chest.

"Shhh, it's okay. Your neck is getting better. You're going to be back in no time."

"Am I Fergal?! I haven't even went to the doctor since Kylie choked me cause I'm scared of what they might say! My neck hurts so bad but I just don't wanna be told I'll never wrestle again."

I said as I wiped my tears.

"You were told you'd never wrestle again when you couldn't walk. And what did you do? You wrestled again. Don't put yourself down like that."

Fergal said as I sighed.

"I'm just so sick of working hard just to be knocked down again."

I said as I looked down.

"Listen, I can't promise they won't try and hurt you again but I can promise that I'll always be here for you."

Fergal said.

"I love you."

"I love you too. Now, let's get your brace back on."

Fergal said, picking my brace up and putting it on my neck.