Somebody to You

Ch. 7

Nick POV

I had met my match, in the ring, with Cub Swanson. He was defending his belt like the champion that he was. I was trying to focus, even though there was blood running all over my face from the gash he had given me on my head. Then, all I felt was pain. I don't even know what he did & I have been hurt a lot, but nothing has ever felt like this. I heard something pop or rip & it didn't sound good. I crumpled to the floor, screaming in agony as I held my arm against my chest. Now, not only did I have blood in my eyes, but tears as well. That's how bad this pain was.

The pain started to subside a little, as the sports doctor wrapped my arm against my chest with the huge white medical tape. Apparently, I tore something. No shit. I was sitting on the exam table, leaning back a little, when I saw Joe rush into the room. "Dude! Are you okay? That looked so bad." Joe said, coming up beside me. Chloe came to stand beside him, offering a sympathetic smile.

"It was bad. I've never felt such pain." I said, wincing as the doctor moved my arm a little. I glared up at him & he just smirked. He was probably thinking I was a stupid fighter who got into this knowing the risks. This doctor had no sympathy for me.

"Your face & the way you fell to the mat...." Joe's voice trailed off as he shook his head.

"Thanks for the recap. Doc says I will probably need surgery, for fuck's sake. I'll probably be out for months." I tilted my head back on the seat & I felt tears burning my eyes. They were angry tears, just so ya know. I was not crying because of anything other than frustration. "I was this close, dammit." I held my good arm up & pinched my fingers together for emphasis. "I had him. That belt was gonna be mine." I choked a little as I fought the tears.

"Yea, you would have had it, too." Joe said in a soft voice.

I rolled my eyes & wiped at them with my hand. "Thanks bro. Now I"m gonna be laid up for two months. What the fuck am I gonna do?"

"Especially since you can't have sex." Joe chuckled.

I lifted my head to look at him. "I didn't rip my dick, man. I can still use it." I said & he laughed, staring at me with his eyes wide. "I got ladies that will gladly come to me & they will have no problem doing all the work." I smirked & Joe held his fist out for me to bump. Chloe smacked his arm, lightly, laughing.

"Sorry, babe." Joe said, leaning in to kiss her cheek. I like Chloe. She was pretty cool. Very cute & she made Joe happy. I was so glad he met her. I couldn't stand the moping he did after Mexico. He would spend hours online looking for anyone in Mexico named Demi. I thought I would have to have him committed. He hit it off quickly with Chloe. They only were dating 6 months before they moved in together, which I was against, but he never listens to me anyway. He asked her to marry him a little over a month ago & she said yes. She went to college for journalism & publishing & she was actually going to edit a photography book Joe was working on. He was leaving soon to travel the country, photographing people. Everyday people doing everyday things in our country. Not sure why someone is paying him for this, but they are. He's a great photographer. He's been taking photos for as long as I could remember & some guy saw his work & bought a bunch of his stuff & he's been doing nothing but photography, ever since.

My surgery went well. My manager said he hired an agency that was sending a private nurse to be with me almost all day. I couldn't do much. Not only did I rip my pec tendon off my bone, I also suffered a severe concussion. I was supposed to stay off my feet for the first few weeks & couldn't use my right arm, which is the arm I use for everything, so I was useless. A nurse was also going to drive me to my doctor's appointments. Ya see, I'm a Type 1 Diabetic. I was diagnosed with it at age 6, so it's not a big deal for me. It's what I've known all my life. I wear a pump unless I'm training or fighting, then I have to give myself injections. I manage. I stay healthy, too, which helps. So I needed a nurse, too, because I couldn't change my pump or a bunch of other things.