Post by Jessica E. Mathis on Sept 5, 2016 16:02:03 GMT -6
Backstage, during Breakthrough 50, in the most electric atmosphere yet, the trainers are already busy. Just a couple of matches into the card and already people are all kinds of banged up. The tables are just freshly empty of victims when three officials enter. One stops, holding the curtain open that leads to the door, held open by what looks like a security guard. Between the two officials bringing up the rear, as if hung on a laundry line, is Jessica Mathis. Blood trickles from the corner of her mouth. One shoulder looks swollen. She may or may not be conscious as she is half walked, half dragged into the room. There is a moment of silence before the well trained, sadly well practiced, training crew spring to action. Gently, the semi-conscious Silverheart is lowered onto one of the training tables. Going into the horizontal seems to make things worse for a moment, as a spasm of coughs hits, bringing a flesh splash of blood. An associate trainer ushers the refs out, disappearing through the white curtain. Three trainers step up, quickly conversing to one another as they begin doing vital sign tests and checking to see if Jessica's airway is blocked. After a moment of suction to clear the blood from her mouth, she seems to be breathing better. An oxygen mask is quickly placed over her nose to help. A large shadow looms up behind the curtain.
Trainer 1: "Blood pressure is elevated. There is a lot of bruising in the left shoulder. If she keeps coughing up blood we'll have to rush her for x-rays."
One of the trainers cuts through the shoulder strap of Jess's ring gear, freeing up the already ugly purple and green splotch that is her left shoulder. With a mutter he sets about the gentle, inevitable 'Doctor Probe' of the injured area. Behind them, a conversation between the assistant and whomever is the huge shadow carries on in a low tone. Finally, hesitantly, the assistant pulls the curtain aside, stepping in with the looming visage of Robert Keyhome behind him. The nearly seven foot, just over three-hundred pound blonde man looms there. He keeps a respectful distance, watching the proceedings with nothing but full out concern on his face. Unfortunately, Jessica starts to convulse again, causing the trainers to work at an even more harried rate. After this fit is settled, and more blood suctioned clear, the Head Trainer turns and walks to where a radio lays on a counter nearby and picks it up, calling for the EMTs. It seems the two remaining trainers are now aware of the looming presence.
Trainer 2: "How did....?"
Trainer 3: "What the he....?"
Both are cut off by the man's look.
Robert Keyhome: "If she's going in an ambulance, make sure that there is a place for me."
Trainer 2: "Who are you?"
Robert Keyhome: "Her friend. And trainer."
Trainer 3 is about to make argument, but is stopped by the arrival of EMTs with full supplies.
Trianer 1: "Did you say Robert Keyhome?"
The large man nods as he takes a pair of long strides backward, eyes on the table where Jessica is being prepared for transport.
Robert Keyhome: "What happened?"
The trainer takes a deep breath.
Trianer 1: "She took a bad fall out there. Messed up her shoulder. Probably the belly-too-belly suplex that launched her across the ring. After that, the damage likely was a result of her inability to defend herself. The suplex on the floor did her little good. There's possibly some internal injury here, so we're having her evacuated to hospital here near Campus. One of the best in the world."
Robert nods, his blue eyes not leaving the table, even as Jessica is being carefully placed on a backboard before going to the stretcher.
Robert Keyhome: "I'm her trainer. I'd like to ride with her. If she comes to, it would be good to have someone there she knows."
The trainer nods in agreement.
Trainer 1: "You got it. Your name is on her medical contact release form. There's another number as well. An Angelina..."
Robert raises his hand.
Robert Keyhome: "Once I know the extent of things, I will take care of calling her family. They're personal friends."
The trainer nods, the pair watching silently as Jessica is gingerly lifted from the table and onto the stretcher.
Trainer 1: "I hope this is all just an abundance of caution and nothing worse."
Robert puts a meaty paw on the trainer's shoulder.
Robert Keyhome: "Me too."
The EMT's secure the stretcher and start rolling. Robert sets off behind, disappearing through the curtain and out of the door into the hub-bub of the hallway, people parting to let them through.
= = =
September 5, 2016 - Johns Hopkins Medical Center - Baltimore, MD
Tired annoyance. That would describe the look on the face of Jessica E Mathis as she lay in a hospital bed, a small gathering of instruments around her. It is difficult to tell if the cause of her annoyance is the steady beeping of the machines around her, the fact her left arm is slung, across her chest via a sling over her right shoulder, or other, not so visual or audio annoyances. Or maybe her issue is that all she can do is lay there, propped up on pillows and stare at the blank wall in front of her. She wanted music, she wanted to get up. She wanted to scratch the ever-living heck out of her shoulder. A dozen other annoyances played with her mind as she lay there. Two days she had been there. At least she had not been alone the entire time. She turned a look at the bedside table where a vase of pink flowers with silver ribbon sat, along with a small stack of her favorite pop-culture magazines. Her eyes moved from the table to the clock. One-twenty-eight in the afternoon. That meant any moment the door would open to a timid knock and Robert's voice would inquire if it was safe to enter. She had not been happy when she woke where she was. When the freakishness of it all was explained to her. If it had not been Robert himself giving her the news, she would have thought that the person talking to her was insane. She had put her full trust in the big Accountant, and when she had needed someone, needed a friend, he had been there. Purely by chance, she reflected as she turned her eyes to the door, waiting. Purely by chance this all happened in Baltimore. Robert's home town. It had its perks. It meant she didn't have the expense of a hotel room. Good to know since she again found herself working from the loser's end of the night's check. That fact, she didn't mind. The experience she was gaining far outweighed the difference in the check in an early card match. The clock ticked. One-thirty-five when a knock on the door caused her to perk up.
Jessica Mathis: "Come on in."
When the door opened, it was a shock. Not a let down, but a shock. Vivian Nuune stood in the doorway. All six feet of her, in faded jeans and a t-shirt that looked as if it were two sizes too big for her. It almost came to her knees. Jessica's emotions snapped on guard as her Father's right hand entered the room, the door closing behind her.
Vivian Nuune: "Hey, kiddo. Robert is at the office. Big client had some kind of screw up on one of their accounts and he is in there kicking ass and taking names."
Jessica smiled, a not unfriendly smile, but definitely a bit forced.
Jessica Mathis: "It is good to see you, Vee. Nothing against Robert, but the same face and the same walls can get a bit dull."
Vivian giggled as she walked up and slipped something from her pocket. An iPod and earphones.
Vivian Nuune: "Got hold of some of your crew back in Carolina. They sent this up for you. I did not listen to anything but I scrolled through the titles. Interesting mix."
Jessica extended her right hand, taking the iPod with relief.
Jessica Mathis: "Thanks. Tell them I say thank you."
Vivan nodded and settled her right hip on the bed so she could look at Jessica almost level.
Vivian Nuune: "Stupid question, but it goes with the territory. How are you feeling?"
Jessica gave a dry laugh.
Jessica Mathis: "Like Road-kill. I want my phone. I want internet. I want...something...to keep me from counting how many spiders have built webs in the two days I've been here. Awake, that is."
Vivian patted Jessica's right arm gently.
Vivian Nuune: "Blessed is the Wrestler who has not been where you are now."
Jessica Mathis: "In more ways than one."
Vivian Nuune: "So what now?"
Jessica shrugged her right shoulder and winced.
Jessica Mathis: "I don't know. I just signed that one year contract. You think they will honor it? I'm damaged goods right now."
Vivian nodded.
Vivian Nuune: "Robert had a nice talk with them, since you don't have an agent. Insurance will take care of the hospital stay and they are glad to hear you are only banged up a little and just need some rest, especially for that shoulder. Apparently you scared half the training staff half to death."
Jessica shook her head.
Jessica Mathis: "Not that I did it on purpose."
Vivian smiled.
Vivian Nuune: "Since you have not asked, I'll tell you. Both of your parents are aware of what is going on. Robert called me last night and asked me if I could pop down after he found out about the mix up at the office. I figured it was a Holiday and the offices were closed, so I came down last night. Alone. I am heading back up in about an hour or so, but I was glad I was here when Robert had to go to the office, or he would have been here."
Jessica nodded.
Jessica Mathis: "Robert would have to be among my best friends. He's been Uncle Rob for my entire life."
Vivian nodded.
Vivian Nuune: "So, I have some free time, anything you want to talk about?"
Jessica tilted her head, thoughtfully.
Jessica Mathis: "Know any good investment opportunities in Japan? I applied for the Third Eye tournament through Visionaries. Assuming I'm cleared to go, I intend to be there."
Vivian nodded, although a sad shadow crossed her face.
Vivian Nuune: "Japan. Beautiful country. There's a Shinto Shrine you should..."
She paused a moment, then shook her head as if clearing away an unwanted memory.
Vivian Nuune: "Anyway. The answer to that would be no. At least for now. I can see if I can get you in touch with our Asia-Pacific officer if you want. She knows Japanese economics better than we do."
Jessica shook her head in the negative.
Jessica Mathis: "Not that I really care. Just trying to make small talk."
Vivian smiled to that.
Vivian Nuune: "We should plan what we are going to do one you are back to one hundred percent. I think a mani-pedi is in order. At least."
Jessica blinked.
Jessica Mathis: "You getting a Mani Pedi. I'd pay to see that."
Vivian winked at her.
Vivian Nuune: "If you insist, I'll let you buy. This time."
Jessica stopped to consider that. She'd just done it to herself. She groaned.
Jessica Mathis: "Okay. But if I'm paying, you're coming to Carolina. None of that high-priced New York stuff."
Vivian Nuune: "Deal. Now, what color do you think I should go with on my nails? I usually just get clear coat...."
The pair launch into a discussion of nail color.....
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Trainer 1: "Blood pressure is elevated. There is a lot of bruising in the left shoulder. If she keeps coughing up blood we'll have to rush her for x-rays."
One of the trainers cuts through the shoulder strap of Jess's ring gear, freeing up the already ugly purple and green splotch that is her left shoulder. With a mutter he sets about the gentle, inevitable 'Doctor Probe' of the injured area. Behind them, a conversation between the assistant and whomever is the huge shadow carries on in a low tone. Finally, hesitantly, the assistant pulls the curtain aside, stepping in with the looming visage of Robert Keyhome behind him. The nearly seven foot, just over three-hundred pound blonde man looms there. He keeps a respectful distance, watching the proceedings with nothing but full out concern on his face. Unfortunately, Jessica starts to convulse again, causing the trainers to work at an even more harried rate. After this fit is settled, and more blood suctioned clear, the Head Trainer turns and walks to where a radio lays on a counter nearby and picks it up, calling for the EMTs. It seems the two remaining trainers are now aware of the looming presence.
Trainer 2: "How did....?"
Trainer 3: "What the he....?"
Both are cut off by the man's look.
Robert Keyhome: "If she's going in an ambulance, make sure that there is a place for me."
Trainer 2: "Who are you?"
Robert Keyhome: "Her friend. And trainer."
Trainer 3 is about to make argument, but is stopped by the arrival of EMTs with full supplies.
Trianer 1: "Did you say Robert Keyhome?"
The large man nods as he takes a pair of long strides backward, eyes on the table where Jessica is being prepared for transport.
Robert Keyhome: "What happened?"
The trainer takes a deep breath.
Trianer 1: "She took a bad fall out there. Messed up her shoulder. Probably the belly-too-belly suplex that launched her across the ring. After that, the damage likely was a result of her inability to defend herself. The suplex on the floor did her little good. There's possibly some internal injury here, so we're having her evacuated to hospital here near Campus. One of the best in the world."
Robert nods, his blue eyes not leaving the table, even as Jessica is being carefully placed on a backboard before going to the stretcher.
Robert Keyhome: "I'm her trainer. I'd like to ride with her. If she comes to, it would be good to have someone there she knows."
The trainer nods in agreement.
Trainer 1: "You got it. Your name is on her medical contact release form. There's another number as well. An Angelina..."
Robert raises his hand.
Robert Keyhome: "Once I know the extent of things, I will take care of calling her family. They're personal friends."
The trainer nods, the pair watching silently as Jessica is gingerly lifted from the table and onto the stretcher.
Trainer 1: "I hope this is all just an abundance of caution and nothing worse."
Robert puts a meaty paw on the trainer's shoulder.
Robert Keyhome: "Me too."
The EMT's secure the stretcher and start rolling. Robert sets off behind, disappearing through the curtain and out of the door into the hub-bub of the hallway, people parting to let them through.
= = =
September 5, 2016 - Johns Hopkins Medical Center - Baltimore, MD
Tired annoyance. That would describe the look on the face of Jessica E Mathis as she lay in a hospital bed, a small gathering of instruments around her. It is difficult to tell if the cause of her annoyance is the steady beeping of the machines around her, the fact her left arm is slung, across her chest via a sling over her right shoulder, or other, not so visual or audio annoyances. Or maybe her issue is that all she can do is lay there, propped up on pillows and stare at the blank wall in front of her. She wanted music, she wanted to get up. She wanted to scratch the ever-living heck out of her shoulder. A dozen other annoyances played with her mind as she lay there. Two days she had been there. At least she had not been alone the entire time. She turned a look at the bedside table where a vase of pink flowers with silver ribbon sat, along with a small stack of her favorite pop-culture magazines. Her eyes moved from the table to the clock. One-twenty-eight in the afternoon. That meant any moment the door would open to a timid knock and Robert's voice would inquire if it was safe to enter. She had not been happy when she woke where she was. When the freakishness of it all was explained to her. If it had not been Robert himself giving her the news, she would have thought that the person talking to her was insane. She had put her full trust in the big Accountant, and when she had needed someone, needed a friend, he had been there. Purely by chance, she reflected as she turned her eyes to the door, waiting. Purely by chance this all happened in Baltimore. Robert's home town. It had its perks. It meant she didn't have the expense of a hotel room. Good to know since she again found herself working from the loser's end of the night's check. That fact, she didn't mind. The experience she was gaining far outweighed the difference in the check in an early card match. The clock ticked. One-thirty-five when a knock on the door caused her to perk up.
Jessica Mathis: "Come on in."
When the door opened, it was a shock. Not a let down, but a shock. Vivian Nuune stood in the doorway. All six feet of her, in faded jeans and a t-shirt that looked as if it were two sizes too big for her. It almost came to her knees. Jessica's emotions snapped on guard as her Father's right hand entered the room, the door closing behind her.
Vivian Nuune: "Hey, kiddo. Robert is at the office. Big client had some kind of screw up on one of their accounts and he is in there kicking ass and taking names."
Jessica smiled, a not unfriendly smile, but definitely a bit forced.
Jessica Mathis: "It is good to see you, Vee. Nothing against Robert, but the same face and the same walls can get a bit dull."
Vivian giggled as she walked up and slipped something from her pocket. An iPod and earphones.
Vivian Nuune: "Got hold of some of your crew back in Carolina. They sent this up for you. I did not listen to anything but I scrolled through the titles. Interesting mix."
Jessica extended her right hand, taking the iPod with relief.
Jessica Mathis: "Thanks. Tell them I say thank you."
Vivan nodded and settled her right hip on the bed so she could look at Jessica almost level.
Vivian Nuune: "Stupid question, but it goes with the territory. How are you feeling?"
Jessica gave a dry laugh.
Jessica Mathis: "Like Road-kill. I want my phone. I want internet. I want...something...to keep me from counting how many spiders have built webs in the two days I've been here. Awake, that is."
Vivian patted Jessica's right arm gently.
Vivian Nuune: "Blessed is the Wrestler who has not been where you are now."
Jessica Mathis: "In more ways than one."
Vivian Nuune: "So what now?"
Jessica shrugged her right shoulder and winced.
Jessica Mathis: "I don't know. I just signed that one year contract. You think they will honor it? I'm damaged goods right now."
Vivian nodded.
Vivian Nuune: "Robert had a nice talk with them, since you don't have an agent. Insurance will take care of the hospital stay and they are glad to hear you are only banged up a little and just need some rest, especially for that shoulder. Apparently you scared half the training staff half to death."
Jessica shook her head.
Jessica Mathis: "Not that I did it on purpose."
Vivian smiled.
Vivian Nuune: "Since you have not asked, I'll tell you. Both of your parents are aware of what is going on. Robert called me last night and asked me if I could pop down after he found out about the mix up at the office. I figured it was a Holiday and the offices were closed, so I came down last night. Alone. I am heading back up in about an hour or so, but I was glad I was here when Robert had to go to the office, or he would have been here."
Jessica nodded.
Jessica Mathis: "Robert would have to be among my best friends. He's been Uncle Rob for my entire life."
Vivian nodded.
Vivian Nuune: "So, I have some free time, anything you want to talk about?"
Jessica tilted her head, thoughtfully.
Jessica Mathis: "Know any good investment opportunities in Japan? I applied for the Third Eye tournament through Visionaries. Assuming I'm cleared to go, I intend to be there."
Vivian nodded, although a sad shadow crossed her face.
Vivian Nuune: "Japan. Beautiful country. There's a Shinto Shrine you should..."
She paused a moment, then shook her head as if clearing away an unwanted memory.
Vivian Nuune: "Anyway. The answer to that would be no. At least for now. I can see if I can get you in touch with our Asia-Pacific officer if you want. She knows Japanese economics better than we do."
Jessica shook her head in the negative.
Jessica Mathis: "Not that I really care. Just trying to make small talk."
Vivian smiled to that.
Vivian Nuune: "We should plan what we are going to do one you are back to one hundred percent. I think a mani-pedi is in order. At least."
Jessica blinked.
Jessica Mathis: "You getting a Mani Pedi. I'd pay to see that."
Vivian winked at her.
Vivian Nuune: "If you insist, I'll let you buy. This time."
Jessica stopped to consider that. She'd just done it to herself. She groaned.
Jessica Mathis: "Okay. But if I'm paying, you're coming to Carolina. None of that high-priced New York stuff."
Vivian Nuune: "Deal. Now, what color do you think I should go with on my nails? I usually just get clear coat...."
The pair launch into a discussion of nail color.....
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