Yup.  It’s official.  I hate hospitals.  I hate everything about them, the way they smell, the way they look, the way Hunter always gets so pissed when he’s in them.

I actually got to go to the hospital with Hunter this time, instead of running in the middle of him getting treated, and my, wasn’t that an adventure!  You know when you have to take a little kid to the doctors?  How you have to drag them and stuff?  Imagine the kid being 6’4, 247, and very cranky, and you have some idea what getting Hunter to the hospital was like.

Hunter is sitting on the edge of the hospital bed, pouting.  “I can’t believe they want to keep me overnight…” he muttered.

I sat in one of those uncomfortable plastic chairs facing him.  “Well, you have a concussion!  They want to make sure your brain doesn’t start trying to crawl out your ear or something.”

He glared up at me.  “You think this is really funny, don’t you?”

I got out of my chair and sat down next to him.  “No, actually I don’t.  I really wanted to spend a nice quiet evening with you, but since that not gonna happen I’m trying to make the best of it.”

Hunter dropped his head.  I hate it when he does that…gets all melancholy…  “You can go back to the hotel if you want.  No sense in both of us wasting our time here.”

 I sighed and lightly punched him in the arm.  He turned and stared at me in confusion.  “What was that for?”

I shook my head.  “Well, I wanted to hit up upside the head, but you’ve got a concussion….Hunter, you have to be the biggest idiot walking!”

Hunter smiled slightly.  “Why’s that, oh abusive one?”

I grinned back at him.  We haven’t talked like this…had this fun kind of argument...since all the troubles started…the things I want to put behind me so I can go on with my life.  “I’m not gonna leave you here alone just because I would’ve liked to spend the night differently.  First of all, you’ll probably do something stupid if I’m not here to baby-sit you, and second,” my voice got quieter as I took his hand, “any place is more fun with you there.  I love you Hunter.  I’m not just gonna ditch you cuz I’m slightly bored.”  I smiled.  “Haven’t we had this conversation before?”

“Probably.  It’s…uh...the concussion making me forget…yeah, that’s the ticket!”  Hunter said, smiling. He rested his head on my shoulder.  “So…about that weather…”

I stroked his hair.  “I couldn’t believe it when you came out during my match….that was possibly the coolest thing ever.”

“Yeah, well I had a good excuse…God, I can’t believe they still let Benoit work here…”

I took a deep breath.  Working with Benoit was extremely difficult for me, but I knew it was almost as hard for Hunter to watch him.  “We didn’t have any proof for Vince to use against him. I guess we just have to get used to it.  Besides, I don’t think he’ll be coming near us anymore, not after what you did to him.”

Hunter yawned slightly, sitting up.  “You’re probably right.  Hey, maybe they’ll make us a tag team against Benoit.  That might be fun.”

I clapped my hand to my chest in mock surprise.  “What is this I hear?  Hunter Hurst Helmsly, the prima donna king, saying tap team wrestling would be FUN???”

He rolled his eyes comically.  “Brat.”

I stuck my tongue out at him.  “You know it, baby.”  Hunter laughed at me for a moment, but was interrupted by another yawn.  “You need to get some sleep…” I told him.

He seemed about to protest, but was stopped by yet another yawn.  “Ok….but not cuz you told me to or anything…”   He crawled under the covers.  “Chris?”

I moved over so I sat at the edge of the bed near him.  “Yeah Hunter?”

He grinned up at me.  “Tell me a bedtime story.”

I muttered something about the concussion getting to him, then cleared my throat.  “Once upon a time…there was a beautiful blonde prince.”

Hunter shifted slightly.  “Was the prince’s name Hunter?”

I put my hands on my hips.  “No…his name was Chris.  Anyways, this prince…named CHRIS….was very lonely.”

“His ego probably scared everyone off…” Hunter commented.

I chose to ignore him.  “ANYWAYS, so Prince Chris was sitting there one day, and one of the security guards…Lady Joanie…threw this criminal she found on the street into the dungeon.”  Hunter shook his head, knowing where the story was going.  I grinned and continued.  “So anyways, Prince Chris went down to the dungeon because he wanted to meet this criminal.  And he found out the criminal’s name was Hunter, and although he was rude and mean, he was really sexy, so the Prince went into the cell that Hunter was in.”

Hunter’s eyes were closing.  “Mm-hmmm….”

I smiled at him.  “And Prince Chris saw Hunter laying there…handcuffed./…and the Prince knew he wouldn’t be lonely anymore.  He walked over to where hunter was handcuffed…”

Hunter opened one eye.  “Chris…I’m trying to sleep…I can’t sleep if you’re making me horny…”

“Ok…I’m sorry…so anyways, Chris and Hunter lived happily ever after.”  I bent down to kiss Hunter’s forehead, and then moved to the chair to watch him sleep.  It was silent for a few minutes, until somewhere from the edge of consciousness, Hunter muttered something.

“I still say I should have been the prince.”