Post by theravenmattknox on Jun 16, 2021 17:34:57 GMT -5
It was late. Beyond visiting hours. He wasn’t sure if Trent was allowed to stay, and frankly didn’t care. He asked, but never got any straight answers. And Joe hadn’t sauntered past to mock him in heavily veiled good nature. And so, here in the dark, pumped full of pain meds, Matt Knox began to worry about his friend down the hall. He had missed the live showing of the Terror dome. But the replays made it evident that JC should have stopped and thrown in the towel around the time He drove Legion through those pod walls.
After the slightest moment of consideration, he set to unhooking everything from his arms after deftly reaching out to turn off the machines. Countless stays in these places had educated him in the art of it all. After a moment, he pulled himself up. The morphine still numbed most of it, but he could feel the muffled roar of pain that screamed throughout his body. He leaned out the doorway, checking to see if the coast was clear before heading up the hall to JC’s room.
He wondered, quietly, if they had a whole wing set aside for Uprising’s wrestlers yet?
It wasn’t a long walk, but he could feel himself faltering with each step. His body burning through the pain meds that kept him upright. As he stepped in JC’s room, he froze. True, it hadn’t been the first time he had seen his friend in a hospital bed. But...never this small. This weak..
No...Never.
With a strenuous, labored effort he walked into the room and all but crumpled into a chair. He let out a frustrated breath, before using his feet to drag himself and the chair closer to JC’s bed side. He reached out a hand, laying it on a rail for a second before removing it, and looking away.
“I always thought the next time we’d be in one of these, it was because we put each other here..” his voice came in a rasp, barely used the past few days “You...god, you fucking idiot.”
He narrowed his eyes then at JC, shifting in the seat.
“You know better. Fuck, you’re one of the most brilliant people i’ve ever fought. You knew after Amber yanked you off that ladder that it was time to call it a night…” a small sigh, had he moved the goal posts? Maybe.
“But I get it. I would have done the same. Hell, I kept fighting with a stab wound so more fool me…” his gaze softens, “He can’t win, JC. Legion can’t be the victor here. This can’t be how it ends for you, man. I know the end...it’s close. Closer than the beginning now. For the both of us.”
A sting in his eyes, he shook it away as he took a steadying breath.
“You can’t leave us as a conquered hero doomed to the pages of this fuck’s autobiography. So get up…” he felt the venom return, crushing the sentiment.
“Get. Up.”
He pushed himself from the chair, staring down at JC as he words leapt forth, inhibition numbed by morphine.
“You want your kid to live with knowing her dad went down to exalt some fucking chameleon son of a bitch half his size? You’ve gotten up nine hundred ninety nine times, make it a thousand you son of a bitch. You don’t die. Not here. Not when we still need you, Joe…”
Another exhale..
“So Get Up...I’ll see you in the morning..”
With that, Knox limped to the door. His right hand shot up to the wound in his shoulder, noting that he had popped a stitch as the blood ran down his arm and chest. A scoff.
“Can’t ever visit with you without some kind of injury...be good, JC”
After the slightest moment of consideration, he set to unhooking everything from his arms after deftly reaching out to turn off the machines. Countless stays in these places had educated him in the art of it all. After a moment, he pulled himself up. The morphine still numbed most of it, but he could feel the muffled roar of pain that screamed throughout his body. He leaned out the doorway, checking to see if the coast was clear before heading up the hall to JC’s room.
He wondered, quietly, if they had a whole wing set aside for Uprising’s wrestlers yet?
It wasn’t a long walk, but he could feel himself faltering with each step. His body burning through the pain meds that kept him upright. As he stepped in JC’s room, he froze. True, it hadn’t been the first time he had seen his friend in a hospital bed. But...never this small. This weak..
No...Never.
With a strenuous, labored effort he walked into the room and all but crumpled into a chair. He let out a frustrated breath, before using his feet to drag himself and the chair closer to JC’s bed side. He reached out a hand, laying it on a rail for a second before removing it, and looking away.
“I always thought the next time we’d be in one of these, it was because we put each other here..” his voice came in a rasp, barely used the past few days “You...god, you fucking idiot.”
He narrowed his eyes then at JC, shifting in the seat.
“You know better. Fuck, you’re one of the most brilliant people i’ve ever fought. You knew after Amber yanked you off that ladder that it was time to call it a night…” a small sigh, had he moved the goal posts? Maybe.
“But I get it. I would have done the same. Hell, I kept fighting with a stab wound so more fool me…” his gaze softens, “He can’t win, JC. Legion can’t be the victor here. This can’t be how it ends for you, man. I know the end...it’s close. Closer than the beginning now. For the both of us.”
A sting in his eyes, he shook it away as he took a steadying breath.
“You can’t leave us as a conquered hero doomed to the pages of this fuck’s autobiography. So get up…” he felt the venom return, crushing the sentiment.
“Get. Up.”
He pushed himself from the chair, staring down at JC as he words leapt forth, inhibition numbed by morphine.
“You want your kid to live with knowing her dad went down to exalt some fucking chameleon son of a bitch half his size? You’ve gotten up nine hundred ninety nine times, make it a thousand you son of a bitch. You don’t die. Not here. Not when we still need you, Joe…”
Another exhale..
“So Get Up...I’ll see you in the morning..”
With that, Knox limped to the door. His right hand shot up to the wound in his shoulder, noting that he had popped a stitch as the blood ran down his arm and chest. A scoff.
“Can’t ever visit with you without some kind of injury...be good, JC”