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The End.
Topic Started: Apr 19 2018, 09:29 PM (34 Views)
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He could recall the memories from those weeks ago, the visit from Brooks and Eddie faintly in his mind, but also forgotten. A memory of Dick Fitzwell showing up, but that too was forgotten. That had been the past, and truthfully, the past didn’t matter anymore. He couldn’t change what happened, couldn’t alter any of the details. He could not get rid of his injury.

Blinking and being greeted by the sight of the horrible white ceiling of the hospital, and plain ass walls, Donovan wanted to get leave. He had been released from the medical facility he originally was admitted into, post March Madness just two days later, but he was back for one more check-up. There was no update that Donovan had received thus far, the only thing he knew was that his career was potentially at stake. Three weeks and his physical activity had been vastly limited. The amount of free time he had now was astronomical, something he could not come to comprehend. From being on the road for so long, constantly working out and putting on show after show – trying to outdo himself after each performance, having to do something more each and every time – had become a life style. And now? All of that was gone.

No longer was it just a concussion, but a neck brace as well for precaution.

Now, here he was, limited to light physical activity, which in truth couldn’t even be considered light. No more rigorous workouts, no more traveling on the road day after day, and definitely no more in-ring matches. Some people could find the bright side in all this, find something to do in the meantime to occupy themselves and do something they had always wished to achieve. That simply did not work for Donovan Pain.

What he wanted to achieve was in the ring. And that was not a possibility for him now.

Staring at the door where his doctor would inevitably open and tell him the bad news – even though the bad news had greeted him the moment he had been in the backstage area getting treated after the triple threat match at March Madness. The door slowly creaked open and in stepped the female doctor, he should have remembered her name – he did – though that was unimportant for the time being. Any other time it wouldn’t be an issue bringing forth a name to the face, but at the moment he simply refused to do such. He needed to know and that was all there was to it.

“So… how long?” He had already resigned himself to the fate that he would be out of the ring for half a year at the very least – it would easily be more than that if he was honest with himself.

“Well, why don’t you take a look for yourself?” She stated before handing him the file she was holding with a few sheets of paper inside it.

Taking the file and looking down at it, not yet opening it. Donovan’s mind was already racing towards one word concerning his future. Fuck. Staring at the unopened folder for a good minute, Donovan Pain finally decided to give in and see where his future was heading.
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