Recovering isn't Relaxing

1 hour 45 minutes 12 seconds. That's how long Adrian Kytes had been in the infirmary with her left leg raised up and her knee swollen up to beyond the point of recognition and use. Her first official singles loss had been a devastating one, and her refusal to accept it made what should have been something with little lasting damage turn into an injury that might well need surgery to repair or drain off the damaged cartilage or whatever needed to happen that was going to take months. She didn't know, she wasn't a doctor. All she got told was that she'd probably end up being transferred to a hospital and staying the night there.

It was probably for the best, she doubted that she could really face anyone after that performance, despite Natasha's insistence that she'd put up a good fight: she'd been schooled and badly. Whatever respect for her skills she'd managed to build up had been washed away, whatever confidence the cosplayer had in herself had been dealt a massive blow and now she was just left to wait: wait for knee to recover just in time for the company to kick her out the door without feeling too bad about firing an injured athlete. Wait for whoever was looking to take her down a notch come in and lament that someone beat them to it. Wait for... "...fuck..."

The concoction of drugs they'd given her to ease the pain had worked to some extent, but now she could barely feel anything. Even her shoulder which Rebecca hadn't let go of since she got here felt just numb instead of the normal crushing sensation she got when the amazon grabbed her, that was probably the final thing she was waiting for, waiting for the moment where after being kicked out, she'd be forced to leave the country: her visa no longer applicable and ended up seperate from the Amazon. "Sorry Becks..." she coughed out for the 10th time. Her girlfriend just shaking her head and trying to say words of encouragement that just bounced off her. The cosplayer's career was over, she knew that, everyone else was just in denial.

"I don't..need this.." Heather was being wheeled through the infirmary as she had just lost her match against Chigusa. She quickly had the hospital apron thrown on her considering she was left in the match completely naked sprawled out on the mat. After being knocked out twice in a row, she was rushed into the infirmary to get checked up on, just to make sure there wasn't anything wrong with her internally. Heather hated it. She felt incredibly humiliated to be send her after that sort of match, cursing her luck all the way there before she was brought into the room, rolled in near someone else who was already there.

She let out a long sigh, shaking her head as she looked up at the ceiling. "This is absolutely ridiculous.." She let out, thinking that she had no reason at all to be here as she shook her head. She was dreading every second that she was stuck in this place. Just waiting as they did a couple tests before she was left there. Finally, she was given time to rest, though she had to remain in the hospital bed just incase. She would let out a loud sigh, slowly turning her head to the side to see the curtains that separated her from the person on the side of her.

"Is this place the worst for you too or what?" Heather let out, saying that to whoever was there.

Adrian's haze was broken by a familiar voice, trying to strike up conversation as though nothing was really that wrong, but she couldn't quite put a name on just who it was. Something to do with flowers? Was it flowers? At least Rebecca was more alert than her, peeling back the curtain to see Heather Sunderland laying on one of the beds. "Heather? What happened?" the amazon asked, Adrian trying to turn her face away and out of view. But if Rebecca was there it didn't take a genius to put together who had her leg held up in the air, local anesthetic coating the knee brown while the doctors got some steroids to dramatically reduce how swollen it had gotten.

Heather would watch as the curtain would slide back, seeing quite the familiar face standing there. Heather blushed quite deeply as the girl asked her what happened, feeling quite ashamed as to the reason why she was in the infirmary. "U-uuh...I..just didn't have all that great of a match..it's nothing serious, just the AFW medical team being paranoid as always."

Heather would then look behind her, seeing Adrian sitting there, it not taking her very long to figure out who it was even with her face turned. The last time she spoke to Adrian was in that tag match where she felt she disappointed the girl quite a bit, and then add onto that is after she vowed to beat Chigusa to show Adrian she could, THAT happened. "A-ah..A-adrian..What...are you alright??"

Adrian blushed deeply "It's... it's kinda like you... just the people being paranoid and stuff, yeah..." she mumbled out, forgetting that her leg looked like shit as it was, if Heather took a close enough look she'd see how bad it was, but even then: the y don't have people's legs strapped up like that because they're paranoid about her condition. "I... I don't want to talk about it..." she said quickly, trying to reach to pull back the curtains.

"..Is that right.." Heather would look over at Adrian's leg, shaking her head before she would see the girl try to close the curtains. Heather would quickly sit up, grabbing them to stop her from doing so. "Don't be ridiculous alright? I mean, I'll come out and tell you I got knocked out twice in one match, that's why I'm here, but come on Adrian, look at your leg" Heather let out, quite the concerned look on her face. "What..how did that happen?? Who were you facing??"

"No-one..." Adrian said, trying to twist her body away from both Heather and Rebecca as much as she could while stuck in her bed. Puffing out her cheeks as though she was just having a hissy fit and that this subject really wasn't worth pursuing.

"Adrian..."

"A nobody came in, kicked my ass for everyone to see and then just beat me without breaking a sweat. Now my career's over. If I recover from this shit I'm gonna get kicked out now that there's no reason to keep me here, if I don't well... fuck, I'm not gonna wrestle again that way." She said out, trying to rub away the tears forming around her eyes as Rebecca was left to try and explain matters to Heather.

"It's... it's her first official one on one loss," the amazon began, trying to run a soothing hand through Adrian's hair as she sobbed away, unable to hold it back. "She passed out in a submission hold, less than an inch from the ropes after being caught in them for most of the match, limped back even though she probably should have been carried back home and now... they're planning on injecting steroids into her knee to try and help and speed up the healing so she's at the very least out until those pass through her system, or they give her a pass, considering that nurse girl's doped up to the gills and they've never had problem with people who aren't fully healed from competing it wouldn't surprise me but still..." She said trying to explain how bad the situation had gotten. "And it's not going to be the end Adrian, you'll recover and you'll kick that Natasha's ass now that you know what she can do, you'll be prepared for it. And No-one is going to fire you."

"Ah.." Heather let out as she heard Adrian claim it to be no one. She would shake her head, biting her lip as she didn't know what to say. She didn't want to pry too much, but she really was worried about Adrian, wanting to know how it happened.

"What??..th-that's a ridiculous thing to say." Heather let out, shaking her head at her words. She couldn't believe how low Adrian's self esteem sunk with this one loss, causing Heather's chest to sting a bit. She sort of felt quite bad for taking up a space in the infirmary for something as simple as what she was in for.

"O-oh..I see." Heather let out at Rebecca's explanation. She could tell how bad it was for her, knowing how she must feel right now. She would just look down a bit, not knowing what to say before Rebecca would reveal just who put Adrian in the state she was in. "A-ah...N..Natasha.." Heather let out, a little quiet, though unintentionally loud enough for both Rebecca and Adrian to hear. She would blush a little, feeling even worse. She liked Natasha quite a bit, so she didn't want to think anything wrong of her, but at the same time, she felt bad for Adrian.

"Hey..You'll be back, and you'll be kicking everyone's ass...if anything I should be the one not let back. I'm just glad you didn't see my match with Chigusa." Heather let out, along with little laugh to try to lighten the mood a bit.

Rebecca's head twitched slightly when Heather repeated who did this to Adrian, as though she knew something about her the two didn't, but what really got the Amazon's attention and brought the cosplayer slightly out of her mopey state with concern was Heather lamenting her own match. "Wait... Chigusa knocked you out twice?" Adrian said slightly disbelieving it. Maybe not losing to Chigusa since the idol did seem to have magically improved since their first match and was kicking their asses in the tag match, and well given how Adrian ended up, getting knocked out in a match could have easily happened. But twice? "Why'd she do that? Was it like two out of three or something?" Rebecca asked, hoping that's what it was. If it wasn't both the cosplayer's and the amazon's feelings towards Eclipse who'd they'd tried to make peace with would take a sharp nose-dive.

Heather blinked a few times as the both of them would turn their attention to her when she spoke of why she was in. She heard Adrian's question, nodding her head to it. "Hah...Yeah.." Heather let out, shrugging her shoulders before she would hear Rebecca's question. She would hesitate answering a bit, looking back and forth between them for a second before letting out a long sigh, lying back down on the hospital bed, bringing her knee up and crossing her legs, forgetting that she wasn't wearing anything under the hospital gown that didn't really cover her back, paying no real attention to it.

"Well no, it wasn't two out of three.. The first knockout was what she had to do for the match but..the second one..She felt the need to go out of her way to humiliate me for quite some time..it's whatever though, I'll get her back for it.."