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Lost	By : bluegold Category: WWF/WWE > General Views: 1350 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know the celebrities of WWE/WWF. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Lost Part 3

*<*<*Adam was sitting at the bar again. He ran his hand nervously through his blond hair nervously having a feeling in the pit of his stomach that this was a bad idea.

“Another,” he says as the bartender takes his empty glass.

“Hey legs,” Adam spins around and smiles his nervousness gone immediately.

“Hey…”

Like a P/A system another dialogue starts over the one he’s having at the bar.

“You wanted to get spanked?!”

“It’s not that…”

“He’s a freaking dominatrix! You threw away…*static* for some kink?! Do you think this is OK? Normal?!”

”Just listen to me…”

“I’m sorry if I’m too conservative for you…” *>*>*

Adam woke with a plate sticking to his face which still ached. He peeled it off and heard giggling. He looked over at AJ who was on the other side of the table arranging napkins.

“Daddy he’s awake!” AJ says as Adam tries to understand his weird dream. He had had it a few times and it always got clearer each time he saw it. He was too embarrassed to ask Christian about any dominatrix… What kind of dreams was he having? Maybe they didn’t mean anything.

“You okay?”

“Yeah I just had a weird dream.”

“I have funny dreams too about monkeys…” Adam smiles.

“Enjoy your nap?” Jason says entering with a plate of baked potatoes and for the first time Adam’s stomach screams for it to be fed.

“Yeah, so you cook?”

“Yeah, we have potatoes and stake. And for dessert,” Christian says winking at AJ. “Cookies and ice cream.”

“Yay!”

“Sounds great.”

“It should it’s your favorite.”

After dinner Adam sits happily stuffed watching as AJ devours chocolate chip cookies covered in vanilla ice cream. Christian returns and confiscates the box of cookies and the ice cream as AJ whines.

“Time for bed little man.”

“Do I have to,” AJ says looking pleadingly at Adam who nods and he gives up throwing up his arms for Christian to carry him. Adam smiles and starts to clear the plates and bring them into the kitchen as Christian goes upstairs. He’s piling plates in the sink when he drops one. He looks around for a broom and sees a closed door. He opens it and the only thing inside is a full length mirror. He shrugs as he tries another door and it’s locked. He tugs on it again and then starts looking around for a key and sees a string dangling from the top of the cabinets.

He grabs it and sure enough there’s a key on the end he’s putting it into the lock when Christian enters the kitchen.

“What the hell are you doing?”

“Opening a door? Is this where we keep the broom and stuff?” Adam asks as Christian walks over. “Hey careful!” Adam says as its too late and Christian slices open his foot on one of the shards sending blood everywhere. The bleeding is profuse as Christian screams in pain.

Adam grabs a wash rag to stop the blood but it is quickly covered in blood. Adam scans the kitchen and grabs the cordless and hits 911.

“Yeah my husband cut his foot and there’s a lot of blood…” Adam looks bewildered for a second as Christian sits on the counter wincing from the pain in his foot. “Christian what’s our address?”

Christian groans before answering grabbing the phone and giving the operator the necessary information though the last place he wants to be is in a hospital. He can still remember when his parents locked him up when he was younger.

“I’m gonna get AJ.”

“Trish,” Christian whispers. Adam takes the phone back and is glad she is on speed dial. He explains the situation to her and she arrives with the ambulance a load of textbooks in her hands.

“He’s sleeping so you can just study in the living room or the kitchen. Adam says as he climbs into the ambulance with Christian.

At the hospital Christian is taken in to get stitches (they had stopped the bleeding on the way) and Adam is hit with another dilemma. He’s staring at the form and he couldn’t even get past the part that said victim’s name let alone their insurance info. A doctor walks by noticing the bruises on Adam’s face pauses when Adam just drops the clip board and holds his head.

“Are you alright?”

“Me? I’m fine,” Adam mutters. “I just can’t fill this stupid form out.”

“Let’s see if I can help,” The doctor says kindly picking up the form and sitting beside Adam liking the fact he could do a nice deed on before he left the forms were enough to drive anyone mad. “Okay, let’s do your information first. Name.”

“Adam.”

”Hello Adam, I’m Dr. Helms.” Adam nods despite the fact the guy was in street clothes and looked really young and had green hair. “But I need your last name as well.”

“That’s where we have a problem doc. “

“What do you mean?”

“The only reason I know my name is because my husband told it to me. I’ve had a little memory problem for the past few days.”

“Have you been to the doctors?”

“I think my husband took me somewhere before I woke up. He said I hated hospitals and it was okay.”

“You were released from the hospital unconscious? I find that hard to believe. What hospital?”

“How would I know?” Adam says annoyed.

“Is this related to your bruises?”

“Yeah, I guess I don’t really remember what happened. Christian told me…” Adam stops embarrassed.

“Christian would be your husband?” Adam nods.

“I was attacked by my first husband.” Dr. Helms stares wide eyed.

“I think you should get a CAT scan and see the resident psychiatrist. Why is Christian here?”

”He cut his foot on a broken plate. He’s getting stitches.”

“Uh Brian?” A blond kid in green scrubs pushing a cart stops.

“Yes Dr. Helms?”

“Is Dr. Hardy still in?”

“Yes.”

“Okay thank you. Come with me.” Shane says standing. “Nurse if a Christian should be released from getting stitches please page me.”

“Yes doctor.”

Shane leads Adam to the Psych Ward and steps over their janitor Perry and his mop who he felt should be locked in the ward. He knocks on an office door when his pager goes off.

“I’ll be right back with your husband.” Shane says smiling. “Just go in and explain your situation to him.”

Adam walks in and Dr. Hardy is sitting in the traditional high backed chair with his back to Adam. “Uh, Dr. Hardy?”

“At your service.” The chair swivels and Adam’s jaw drops. He might have amnesia but that could not be a shrink. His hair was bright red, there were patterns shaved into his face and he was wearing a mesh shirt that showed off his bare skin and muscular chest.

“You’re Doctor Hardy?”

“Jeff Hardy at your service. Sit.” He says tossing his feet up on the desk showing off some clunky boots. Adam sits and figures if a doctor could have green tips… “So what can I do you for?” Adam blinked and decided his mind was just in the gutter.

“Well Dr. Helms told me to come see you.”

“Aww Shanney,” Jeff says smiling. “Cute isn’t he?”

“I guess, I don’t know…”

“Man what happened to you? Car accident?”

“I wish,” Adam mutters leaning back into the chair.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” Adam jumped about three feet in the air as he came barreling into the room.
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