Post by Lord Blake on Aug 1, 2016 11:03:17 GMT
He paced through the hospital's waiting room for what seemed like a lifetime. He had been pacing in front of her room for a lifetime before that but he was making the doctors and nurses nervous so they requested that he move to the waiting room where he began making the families of other patients nervous. It took a lot for Driver to convince Lord Blake to walk away from that room and he didn’t go easily.
Lord had been checked over and cleared by the emergency medical team inside the Arena. Sure, there were a ton of questions during the concussion protocol that he couldn’t answer, but he couldn’t answer them during his baseline test either so there were no changes. Just another bad cut to the head and a bruised rib from the second attack backstage at the Arena in as many months.
Raven, on the other hand, had been rushed right to the hospital. She refused treatment immediately following Jackson Kendrick’s arrest, opting instead to stay by Lord’s side during his Supreme Championship tournament match with Aaron Asphyxia. After the trauma of the past week, she had to have a more thorough battery of tests run on her. They had to ensure her scrapes and cuts were not infected, her bruises weren’t indicative of major internal bleeding and most of all, run a set of kits to make sure the worst had not happened to her.
All this took time and Lord did not have the patience for that.
We find him sitting in the waiting room of the University of California - San Francisco's Mission Bay hospital, his arms folded front of him and his foot tapping furiously on the ground. Driver sits next to him, nursing the same cold styrofoam cup of coffee he's held onto for the last two hours. The PA nurse requesting a doctor or a random cough are the only things that break the silence and monotony of waiting.
It’s finally too much for Lord to bear. He jumps out of his chair and marches toward Raven's wing of the hospital. It's all Driver can do to leap out of his own chair, spilling his coffee, and chase down Adam Blake's son.
“Lord, you know you can't go in there. We don't know if she's been medically cleared and besides, this is still a police investigation. She needs to tell them everything she knows before you can go in there.”
He places a hand on Lord's shoulder, but it's batted away quickly.
“You don't understand, she needs me! I need her! We need to get through this together.”
Driver guides him back to one of the sterile hospital lobby seats and sits next to him again.
“And you will, once the doctors have finished patching her up and the police find out all they need to know. Now come on, I was watching from home and I've got some pointers from your match with Aaron.”
Lord shrugs.
“I'm not really in the mood to talk shop if you didn't notice.”
“Well I know it was an emotional match for you, but like Aaron your next opponent is a female so I think this will help you with your next tournament match against Mondae Chaos. Now -”
He doesn't get too finish. Lord again jumps up and whirls around to look Driver in the eye in disbelief. He couldn't have heard that correctly.
“Mondae Chaos? Mondae? I'm sorry, that was a voice typo, right? You meant say Fuckface Archer, correct?”
Driver’s face drops as Lord tries to rationalize what he's just heard.
“I mean, Jackson is in some mental asylum so there's no way I can get to him now, but Archer has had you looking around corners for us for weeks! He's not only attacked Rave and I - from behind I might add - but tonight he's had to resort to confusion tactics to get one over on me. And now when we have the chance to settle it in the ring he's in the other bracket? No.”
This fact brings something else to his mind.
“And now after everything Ravey went through this past week… she was taken away from me, she was kidnapped and God knows what else then not even two weeks later she has to get into the ring with the man who has been stalking us for over a month? This is not happening.”
He kicks the chair he was just occupying and everyone in the area is paying attention to his ranting.
“I thought Shawn Delise was on our side here - the good side! There has to be something he can do to change this. I'm sorry, but I will not step into the ring with Mondae Chaos next time I'm in the Arena. This isn't about her and I, it's not about the Supreme Championship, it's about this fuck Archer getting what he has been begging for since Shawn brought me to RSW. Driver, I need you on the phone with Shawn tonight to get this fixed.”
Driver actually seems apprehensive about this.
“I don't know, Lord. Let me say this, because you know only looking out for you and what in your best interest; I think the current set-up is best for you. If you tried to get in there with Archer right now you would be running on pure emotion, pure hatred. That's exactly what he wants you to do because then he can capitalize on your mistakes. Miss Chaos though is someone that you have no grudge with one way or the other. She's someone can strategize against, really think about what you'll do. If you can do that and get past her then we have Raven forfeit her match against Archer. By that time you'll have had weeks to cool down about Archer, you can strategize against him too and next thing you know you're the first RSW Supreme Champion!”
Lord is stunned silent. Just… just bewildered.
“You're joking. That's where you're going with this? That's not what's supposed to happen at all. What is supposed to happen is that I beat the ever-loving piss out of Archer. That is it. I do it for everything he's caused Ravey and I, and I send him out of San Francisco on the next greyhound bus back to whatever dump he crawled out of.
“Then you want to talk about titles? Sure, Raven gives Mondae the ColorPop Climax and after that her and I are forever the two names associated with RSW and it's Supreme Championship. It’s perfect and it's a fairy tale beginning for us and our careers. I mean, what the hell, man? You're supposed to be looking out for us - not telling Rave to just give up her match before she’s even given it a shot. If you're not going to help me get to Archer ASAP, then I guess I'm on my own this week.”
Lord shakes his head. He's never been more disappointed in this man who, over the past two months, has become his mentor. This man who, for ten years, was nothing more to him than just a driver. This man who was making plans and trying to derail the frantic plans of revenge.
Blake takes his cellphone out of his pocket and begins dialing the offices of the Arena. With any luck Shawn Delise would still be there or worst case scenario, he would get the man's personal number. Either way he was going to get these match plans changed so he could get his hands on the man he had a vendetta against. It is at that moment that a doctor in green scrubs rounds a corner staring down at his clipboard, nodding. He looks up to see Lord on his phone and sighs.
“Mister Blake, no cell phone use inside the hospital,thank you very much, I will not tell you again. We’ve finished running the tests on Ms. Raven MacDemare and she can see you now but I must tell you…”
The doctor doesn't finish his sentence. He is left speaking to a cloud of dust. Lord is out of earshot and down the hall. He is ready to see his bae.
