The New Girl (WWE FanFic) #WATTYS2015

Chapter 53 - Good News/Bad News

I sat on the chair in the medic's room with my legs dangling off the side. In any normal situation I'd be swinging them forwards and backwards like a child but right now any movement was too painful. I'd had an emergency scan done and was currently sitting in a terrible gown where the back was all open and exposed my back. The physiotherapist and doctor focussed on my back and the large bruise on it, touching certain parts to ask if it hurt and asking me to do certain movements to see just where the pain began and when it was at its worst. Dean, Seth and Roman were sat in the waiting room, anxiously waiting to hear from me but I was too scared to talk to anyone.

"How did this happen?" The doctor who'd fixed my eye injury asked me as his fingers ran over my spine. I sucked in a sharp breath as I prepared for my lie.

"I slipped down the stairs. Like the whole way down." I knew they'd ask me questions, so as I waited for the team to see me, I planned a story. Let's hope they believe it.

"When?"

"A couple of days ago. I went to visit a friend and his stairs are wood. I was wearing thin socks and I dunno, I just slipped." I lied more. Why was my life becoming something I needed to lie about so often?

"Alright. Well I've got some good news and some bad news." The doctor walked around to sit in front of me, his face and tone solemn.

"Good news first please." I said, already feeling a growing lump in my throat. I already knew what the bad news was.

"It's not broken or fractured. We did an ultrasound and checked everything inside, it all looks like it's in a perfect working order. You're very lucky." He let out a small smile but it was wiped off his face as soon as he knew he was delivering me the bad news.

"And the bad news?" My voice broke. My chin quivered. Please don't say I cant wrestle.

"The bad news is that you'll need at least a week's rest. At least." He emphasised 'at least' to me both times, knowing I wasn't one to keep myself out of trouble. "I know what you were like with that eye injury and I don't want to have to see you in a stretcher." I bit my lips together and nodded.

"But I have a title match on Monday. If I feel better by then, can I compete?" I begged him, tears filling my eyes once more. Everything I'd worked up to was just breaking and falling to pieces around me. This couldn't be happening to me.

"It wouldn't be advisable. You wouldn't have practiced any of the moves and you could end up further injuring you or your fellow competitors." He said, regret obvious in his tone. "I'll call Mark." He and the physiotherapist left the room. As soon as the latch on the door sounded I burst into tears, bringing my hands up to my face and sobbing heavily into them. This couldn't be happening to me. Why me? Why not Summer Rae or someone who had been horrible to us when we were first here?

The door to the waiting room opened and Roman poked his head round the door, only to see me in a state. He swung the door open and marched over to me, putting his arm carefully around my shoulders.

"Lucy, what's wrong?" He asked me apprehensively.

"They've said I need to rest for a week. I'm going to miss Smackdown and Royal Rumble." I wiped the tears from my face, breathed in and sighed heavily.

"Well, maybe you'll be better by Royal Rumble – you never know!" Roman tried to make me feel better but it wasn't working. Missing any day of wrestling was bad enough. If I didn't do the Smackdown piece, it won't seem like I've earned my place in the Royal Rumble.

"I need to talk to Mark." I said, jumping off the bed quickly. I sucked in another sharp breath as the pain shot through my back and breathed in and out a few times before the pain faded.

"You need to be more careful." Roman shook his head disapprovingly. "You need to help yourself, otherwise you'll be on bed rest for months."

"I know... I'm sorry." I said, hanging my head low. "I'll take a slow walk over to Mark."

"Do you want anyone to go with you, just in case?" Roman asked caringly. I shook my head.

"I'll be alright. You guys have your own lives to get on with." I took a couple of stiff steps forward and put my hand on my back. I took a deep breath in and began my walk to Mark's office.

I knocked on the door and waited. After hearing someone call out 'Come In' I opened the door and walked into the office. Mark gave me a sympathetic smile and gestured for me to sit down.

"Should you really be walking around right now?" Mark said, an eyebrow raised.

"Probably not, but I really needed to talk to you." I said, and Mark gestured for me to continue. "I really can't miss Royal Rumble, Mark. Is there any way I stay in the storyline without doing Smackdown?" He tapped the end of his pen against his mouth as he thought.

"I might be able to fit something in. Are you going to be ready in time? The physio said a week..."

"I'll do anything. I just need that title shot. I don't even care if I'm in it for a few seconds and then carried off. I need to make my appearance." I begged him.

"I'll see what I can do. Let me talk to Creative and I'll get back to you, alright? Maybe we can get you into Royal Rumble without being on Smackdown." A grin grew on my face before he'd even finished his sentence.

"Thank you, Mark. I look forward to hearing from you." I went to get up but he ushered me back to my seat.

"Let me call them now." He dialled the number on the phone and spoke to someone in Creative. He relayed what I had told him to them and when a smile grew on his face, I knew they'd come up with a plan. He thanked them and came off the phone, clasping his hands as he smiled at me.

"Good news?" I asked, hopefully.

"If you can film a quick backstage bit now, we've got a plan." He smirked. "If we film Nikki Bella attacking you before the show, we can put it in that she cheated and you two are automatically put through to Royal Rumble." The smile on my face grew. "We'll have Frenzy come out and then your entrance music will play but you won't come out. Stephanie will come out and explain and show the CCTV footage in that corridor and they'll be disqualified."

"Mark, I love you. You're a genius. You and the Creative team." I beamed. "I'll try my best to be fully fit by Royal Rumble. I promise you, I won't let you down."

"Alright, well let me know. If you can't wrestle, let me know and we'll just postpone your matches until you're better. Don't injure yourself any more just for this. Now let's call Nikki and Brie and get this backstage bit done quickly, if you feel up for it."

"I'm up for it. Let's go right now."

Things might just be looking up!

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