"A month.  You're fucking  kidding me, right?"

Dennis stared at me, rubbing the last of the tears from his eyes.  "No Mark.  Why would we joke about that?  You got hit by a car."

A flash of memory, of the smell of exhaust, of blonde hair passed through my mind.  "Bastard…"

"What?"  Dennis was immediately alert.  "Mark, do you know who hit you?  The police never found out."

I opened my mouth to tell him, to say that it was Helmsly behind the wheel, and then I remembered why I was going so damn fast, why Helmsly ran me down.  Because they threatened Dennis.  I glanced up at him, at his wide eyes.  Had McMahon and Helmsly carried out their plan?

"Mark?"  Dennis's voice broke my train of thought.

I met his eyes.  "I don’t know who the hell it was that hit me."

Dennis nodded, then took my hand, lacing our fingers.  "God, I'm so glad you're awake."

"Yeah, so am I."  I watched him as he sat by the bed.  Dennis wasn't one to hide his emotions, to keep his hurt bottled inside.  He would be showing it if Helmsly did something to him.   I yawned against my will.  Fuck, I’d been sleeping for a damn month, how was I so tired?

"Mr. Knight, perhaps you'd better leave so Mr. Callaway can get some rest."  I hadn't noticed the nurse was still there.

Dennis sighed.  "Ok, ok."  He bent down to kiss my forehead, murmuring "Bitch."  I had to smile even as my face wrinkled in disgust over the affection.  He walked out of the room.  Nothing was wrong with him.  Anyways, I'd know if someone had hurt him, right?

Right???

***
When I woke up again, I could see a hint of red out of the corner of my eye.  I blinked, trying to clear my vision.  "What the hell are you doing here?"

Kane got up from where he was sitting by the wall to come closer.  "Damn Mark, you looked kinda cute while you were sleeping, but you woke up and ruined it."

I glared at him.  "It might be Valentine's day, but you don’t need to be hitting on me."

He laughed slightly.  "So, the accident jar any hidden brains loose?"

"Oh ha ha.  You're so funny.  That's the best joke I've heard from you since "Why did the chicken cross the road?" back when you were three."  We sat there a moment, until I asked "So, did I miss anything interesting in the good ole WWF?"

Kane smiles slightly.  "Austin won the Rumble.  Big excitement there, huh?  Rocky's real pissed…Ron and John are still drinking beer…not much has changed."

I had to know.  "Hunter get his precious belt yet?"

The smile turned to a grin.  "Nope.  I did though."

"You're fucking with me!"  Kane shook his head.  "You got the belt?"  I found myself grinning.  Well damn.  My little brother got the belt.  "You pissed them off real good."  There was a pause as we recovered for the unexpected family moment.  "Did Dennis get a new gimmick yet?"  I finally said.

Kane blinked.  "No…Dennis hasn't been at a show since you got hit."  He shrugged.  "He was in pretty bad shape for awhile."

What the hell?  He'd been gone all month?  "Vince let him do that?"

"You didn't see him.  He was fucked up.  The doctors didn’t really get it, they were pretty certain you’d wake up, but he wouldn’t leave you."

"Damn."  This couldn’t be happening…this wasn't right…

Kane shook his head, looking almost...angry?  "You know, there are some people who would kill to have someone love them like that."  He stood up.  "I should be going now."  There was a pause.  "Call me when you get out, ok?"

I hesitated.  "Yeah.  Ok.  Don’t lose the belt before I can challenge you for it, ok?"

Kane left me alone with my thoughts.  Before I could even get to deeper matters…there was something different about him.  He was less shy, less subtle, more...more Texan.  It was weird.  And then Dennis….Dennis was a sweet guy (which makes me wonder how he ended up with me), but he wasn't clingy.  Why had he stayed here for a month?  How had he gotten in such a terrible shape that even Vince had noticed?

And why the hell do I care anyways?