Laundry Girl 6
"Rocky," Punk whispered, before his alarm went off. "Rocky." His right arm was completely numb and didn't want to remove it from under her anyway. "Rocky." He said with a little move volume in his tone.
"Mmm?" She mumbled and rubbed her face on his chest.
"Come on, sweetie. Time to wake up." He said as someone knocked on his door, probably John. He forced himself to pull his arm out from under her, but she just went back to sleep anyway. He slowly got up, yawned, and opened the door.
He wasn't his usual peppy self, but there stood a half awake John Cena, Batista behind him. "How is she?" John asked as he let himself in.
"She slept all night." Punk yawned as him and Batista followed him. "I've tried to wake her, but there's no chance she's waking up anytime soon."
"Probably the concussion." Batista and John said at the same time.
John sat on the bed next to her as he whispered into her ear. "Laundry." She mumbled under her sleepiness. She sighed and mumbled a couple different words, "Abby....yes.....laundry....Punk.....CM...Punk....Cena."
"What was that?" Punk asked.
"Trying to tell her it was time to go." John said, standing back up. "Must be a dream she's having. I'm going to see if Abby is up and or ready yet. If you're riding with me, it's time to start packing."
"What about her?" Punk asked.
"If she is still sleeping by the time we are ready to go, then looks like you'll be used as a pillow." John smiled as he left.
Batista stood in the way of Punk trying to get to the bathroom. "If you wouldn't mind, Dave, stay here while I take a quick shower and keep an eye on her."
"Yeah, sure." Batista said as Punk finally moved him from being in the way and slipped into the bathroom.
Batista was sitting on the other side of the bed, his back to her, facing the mirror on the wall. He could see her reflection in the mirror as she began to toss and turn. He turned around and put his arm on the other side of her, to keep her from rolling off the bed and possibly giving herself yet another concussion. She suddenly sat up, gasping, her breaths short and fast. Her eyes opened widely as Batista closed the space between him and her. "It's ok." He said as he put his hand on her face. "It's ok."
She took one look at him before she hugged onto his arm that was around her. "I just had one hell of a dream." She sighed as she hugged his arm tightly.
He wrapped his other arm around her, her heartbeat racing and her hair damp from sleep sweat. "It's ok, nothing here is going to hurt you. Just breathe."
"You're awake." Punk said as he came out in a towel wrapped around him, his chest covered in tattoos. "Is she ok?"
"Yeah." Batista said as he slowly pulled away from her.
"Just had a bad dream." She said as she put her hand up to her face to cover the tears forming.
"I'll see you a little later." Batista said as he got up and left the room.
Punk sat down next to her and grabbed her wrists lightly, pulling them away from her face. "How are you feeling?"
"Fine." She yawned and looked up at him. "How do I look?"
"Better than you did when you came back." He showed a half smile and kissed her forehead.
"Can I ask you a question?"
"Of course."
"What were you doing before I talked to you from the elevator?"
"I was going to catch a cab to where you did laundry to see if you were still there, but for obvious reasons, the elevator was broken. When I got to the lobby, all the cops and firefighters had blocked off the elevator doors and took up half the lobby. I thought maybe I could help in some sort of way, like maybe just talk to whoever was inside. I didn't know it was you until you said laundry basket."
"Well, you found me."
"I sure did."
She kissed his cheek quickly and said, "Thank you." His face turned a slight shade of pink before she said, "Oh shit! I bet John's getting ready to go. I have to go pack my things!" She jumped off the bed and made it past the bathroom before her head got dizzy and her eyes got blurry that she hit the wall to steady herself.
"Easy, Rock." He said, following her slowly to the door.
"I got this." She lied as she fumbled for the door handle.
"Maybe you should just sit down for a little while." He got closer to her. She shook her head and ignored him as she swung the door open. All the wrestlers were leaving the hotel, passing by her, looking at her with all odd faces. They were all blurred to her, not being able to see who was who. She stood in the doorway looking up and down the hall, she couldn't even figure out where Cena's room was. She walked out into the middle of traffic in the hallway and got turned around. She fluttered her eyes, trying to make the room appear brighter and clearer, but it was getting darker. Her knees hit the ground and someone caught her before her head hit the ground.
By the time her eyes had opened again, they were already at the next venue, but she was in the hotel. Batista sat with her while Abby had went to do Rocky's job, accompanied by both John and Punk. The tv was on low and Batista actually laid next to her, about to pass out himself. "These sheets are different." She said softly. Batista opened his eyes and looked over at her. "We must be in a new city."
"Your home town to what I've been told." He said, catching her attention.
"Milwaukee?" She quickly asked.
"Yep. Show's tomorrow night, but Abby went with the guys to help set up."
"Where's Abby?"
"With the guys. Probably running around with Rey."
"Oh," She tried to sit up, but Dave quickly helped her. "Thanks."
"Yep. Anything I can get ya?"
"Water."
"I'll be right back." He said and got up from the bed.
"Dave?"
"Yes?" He stood by the bed.
"Don't leave, please."
"I'm not going far." He chuckled as he dipped into the bathroom. "I've gotten ice from the machine a little while ago." He said as he came back into the room with a cup and put some ice in for her. "And water on the way here," He pulled a water bottle from the fridge. "Should be cold by now." He poured it into the cup and handed the cup to her. He watched as she gulped the water from the cup. "Thirsty?" He asked as he poured more into the cup.
"When?" She paused and looked around the room. She saw Abby and John's suitcase. "When will they be back?"
"Soon." He sat back down on the bed, putting the cap back on the bottle and putting it down on the night stand next to him. "The docs came in and looked at you, said for you to have plenty of rest and fluids."
"How long was I out?"
"About twelve hours."
"Wow."
"Thought we might have to take you to the hospital."
She sighed and closed her eyes. "I have to visit my dad."
"You'll have to wait til Cena gets back to talk to him about it."
"Talk to me about what?" John asked as he and Abby entered the room.
"You're awake!" Abby said as she ran over to hug her friend. "You're home."
"I was just told." She looked uphappy, but only the boys saw her face. When Abby pulled back, Rocky smiled.
"I told her that she was to have plenty of rest and fluids." Batista said. He quickly whispered something to John before leaving.
As Batista left, Rey popped in. "Hey, I know you know the town. Mind showing me around?"
"Sure." She smiled. "Are you ok here?"
Rocky nodded but it hurt her head. "Yeah." She said, pain on her face. "Next time, I'll just use my words."
"Is that ok, John?" She asked.
"Yeah, go ahead." He said with a smile and Abby quickly left with Rey. "So plenty of rest..." He paused and looked at her as she drank some water. "Maybe it's a good idea to stay home for a little while?"
She stopped drinking and looked up at him. She licked her lips before she said, "I don't really have a home, anymore."
"Come on, don't you have family out here?"
"I do, but I don't want to stay with them. They will think I have failed to stay on my own."
"Don't you think they would be happy to see you?"
Her eyes started to swell with tears. "I'm sure they will, but I don't want to be home. Nothing is here for me except my dad and he's the only one I want to visit." She watched as his head hung low. "Abby told you, didn't she?"
"Yes." He whispered.
"Then, you understand, I no longer have a home."
"No. I understand you're afraid to go home."
"I'm not afraid!" She yelled and tears boiled over onto her face.
"It just seems logical for you to stay in Wisconsin until you get the rest you need."
"You can't leave me here." She cried. "I'll quit with you and find someone else who needs someone to do their laundry. In fact, I'll go right now." She threw the covers off of her and fell to the floor. John rushed over to her, but she pushed him away. She tried to lift herself and stood this time, made it close to the door before she hit the wall and fell to her knees. John, again, rushed to her. She sobbed as he put his arms around her. "You can't just fly a friend out and then dump me in my home state with no home, expecting I'll get rest!" She cried, louder.
"I'm sorry, Rock, I just have no other choice."
"Yes you do!" She said as she pushed him onto his ass. He now sat in front of her while she could no longer talk. She crawled to the door and let it slam behind her. Punk was coming up the stairs and into the hallway, finding her sitting against the wall, sobbing.
"Sweetie!" He said as he ran over, dropping his gym bag in front of Cena's door. He slid onto his knees and hugged her. "What happened?" She couldn't talk, she just kept crying. "It's ok, it's ok." He patted her back as Cena opened the door.
"I'll take you to your father." Cena said. "And I'll keep thinking of options to getting you rest, but maybe you should go to Punk's room for the night."
"Sounds like a good idea." Punk said as he rose to his feet.