"Congratulations John, you once again have an ACL in your leg." Dr. Andrews said as John came out of his anesthesia. "Are you feeling any pain?"
"Not at the moment, but give it some time and I'm sure I will." John said with a small grin.
"Well let us know as soon as you feel any discomfort." Dr. Andrews said. "You will be here for the next few days. Kiera will be coming in tomorrow morning to get you started on your strengthening exercises. You will be doing a series of those for the next few weeks. Today is Wednesday, so my guess would be that you will be moving into your apartment here on Friday."
"Apartment?" John asked.
"Yes. The WWE has decided to put you up in one of our apartments during your stay here, it is quite a bit cheaper than a hotel. It will be ready for you when you leave here. Now will Mr. Orton or anyone else be staying with you?"
"No, Randy flies out tonight to go back on the road, so it will be just me."
"Fine, fine. Well Mr. Cena. It is about 7 pm. I would recommend that you get some rest. Knowing Kiera, she will be here by 8 to work with you."
"Ok, thanks Doc." John said as Dr. Andrews exited the room. Randy came in shortly after.
"Hey man, how you feeling?" Randy asked sitting next to him in a chair.
"Right now, helpless. I really hope I am back on my feet soon, this may actually drive me to insanity." John said smiling.
"Too late for that, you're already there." Randy said jokingly. "So, excited to meet your therapist tomorrow? Maybe she'll be hott."
"Tone down the hormones Rand. I am not going to do anything with my therapist, that's like doing something with my doctor."
"Is there something that you would like to tell me? I mean, I could have sworn that you liked chicks."
"Randy! You know what I meant." John said.
"Man, what ever you chose to do in your spare time is completely up to you…Ouch! What was that for?" Randy asked rubbing his arm where John had hit him.
"Stop being an idiot. You know what I meant. I'm not going to do anything with my therapist."
"Even if she is hott?"
"Even if she is hott. For all we know she could be some 50-something year old woman. Besides, I need to keep my focus up so I can get back in that ring ASAP."
"I suppose you're right, but I have to get to the airport. I'll talk to you later this weekend. I'll talk to Paul and Dave and see what they thought of this Kiera chick, she helped them didn't she?"
"Yeah, I think so. Thanks for coming man, means a lot. Now get back on that road and kick some serious ass for me." John said waving to his friend as he left. John sighed as he pulled the string to turn off his light and drifted off into sleep.
"Mr. Cena. Mr. Cena. It's is time to wake up sir." The young nurse's aid said nudging him awake. John slowly opened his eyes and looked at the clock.
"It is time to wake up at 7:30 in the morning? I thought the therapist wasn't coming until 8, I was going to sleep until 7:58." John said looking up at the young aid.
"She isn't sir, but she called and said she wanted you awake and dressed by the time she got here. And she wanted you to do it by yourself." She added handing him his clothes. John looked up at the aid as she smiled at him and walked out.
John sat up and groaned from the pain that emitted from his leg. "This should be interesting." John thought to himself, taking off his hospital gown.
At 7:55, John had managed to get his boxers on and was currently working on pulling his jeans shorts over his ass. He managed to get them up just as he heard a knock on the door. Sighing, he leaned back onto his bed. "Come in."
John looked up to see a curvy, curly haired brunette dressed in khakis and a pink polo carrying a patient chart walk into his room. She gave him a warm smile as she removed her glasses.
"Good morning Mr. Cena. I'm Kiera Boelkes, your physical therapist."
"You mean you are Kiera? Didn't I meet you the other night at the bar?" John asked looking up at her. Shit, Randy was right. This is going to be hard.
"No, I met a man named Miserable. He does look a lot like you though, do you know a Miserable?" She asked smiling down at him.
"Yeah, that would be me. Sorry for the way I acted that night. I was in a bad mood." John said apologizing to this girl he thought he would never see again.
"No problem. I don't meet many people who are thrilled to have their career come to a halt for a while because of an injury that requires them to have surgery." Kiera said looking at him, she giggled a little, he did look cute when he was embarrassed.
"What is so funny?" John asked.
"Well, I asked for you to be dressed when I got here, at least you tried." She said.
"I was getting there, I just decided to take a break. I worked hard to get this far." John argued.
"Yes, I see that. But," She took a step towards him. "You have no shirt on, no shoes and your pants are on backwards." John looked down and noticed that she was right.
"So that's what the back of my jeans look like." He said.
"Well why don't you continue working on your pants while I go talk to your nurse. I'll be right back." She said leaving. John sighed as he began the strenuous work or turning his pants around. He managed to get that done and then get one of his socks on before Kiera came back.
"Hey, I think you're getting the hang of this." She said walking back in, she grabbed his other sock and his shoes. She sat down at the end of the bed and quickly put them on his feet.
"Thank you." He said as he put on his shirt. "So what am I in for today?"
"Well, since it is the day after your surgery, I am going to go easy on you because you are still healing. We won't begin anything really strenuous for about another week or so." She said reaching out with her hand. "Ready?"
"Ready for what?" He asked as she stood up and grabbed his legs, swinging them off the bed and pulling him up into a sitting position. John winced in pain.
"You ok?" She asked looking at him.
"Yeah, give me a minute." John said, still wincing. She smiled as she left the room. She came back a few moments later with a wheelchair. She put it next to his bed and locked the wheels before once again holding out her hands. John looked at her skeptically. "I didn't like the after effects of what happened last time you did that."
"Come on Mr. Cena. You can't stay in this bed all day." She said, hands still extended. "Just stand up and try not to put any weight on your left leg. All we are going to do is stand up and sit in the wheelchair."
"Ok, but on one condition." John said. She raised her eyebrows, waiting for the condition. "Call me John, no one but my banker calls me Mr. Cena. It makes me feel old."
"Deal." She said as she grabbed his hands. "Now stand up when you are ready, putting all your weight on your left leg."
John looked up at her, the look on his face telling him that this was going to be painful. She just smiled at him reassuringly as he took a deep breath and stood up, pain shooting through his leg. He closed his eyes until the pain passed. He opened them and looked down into Kiera's deep brown eyes.
"You ok?" She asked, knowing he was in pain. He smiled slightly as he nodded his head. "Ok, go ahead and pivot on your foot. Now reach back and lower yourself into the wheelchair. Feel better?"
"Now that I'm sitting? Yes." John said. Kiera lifted his leg up and put it back down on one of the foot pedals. She unlocked the brakes and wheeled him out of his room and to the elevator. "Where are we going?"
"Well, since you are not in a nursing home, down to the basement to your therapy." She said as the door opened. John looked around at the vast basement. There were all sorts of mats, steps, bars, balls and many other random things. There were several exam rooms to the back. To the left of the elevator was a door that said 'GYM' on it. It was by far, the largest therapy room that John had ever seen.
"This is nice." John said as she wheeled him into one of the exam rooms.
"Wait till you see the gym." She said. She helped John to stand up and sit on the exam table. "Paul really likes the gym here, whenever the WWE is in town, he and a few of the other guys come here to work out. Ok, we are just going to do a few simple exercises to help you build strength back in you leg and to get that new ACL working."
Kiera showed him a few simple exercises before helping him stand up and get back in the wheelchair. She wheeled him back to the elevator.
"Don't I get to see the gym?" he asked as they entered the elevator.
"Not until you are able to hobble around on crutches. It is just too hard to maneuver a wheelchair in a gym. Sorry." She said looking down at him, seeing him pouting, he did look cute. "Hey, no pouting. You'll get to see it Monday. You should be hobbling along quite well by then. Besides, we won't be working in there for a few weeks anyway."
John argued all the way back to his room. Kiera wheeled him in, making a few notes in his chart before taking her leave, telling him she would see him tomorrow. She mentioned how they were going to try him out on crutches so he could move into his apartment tomorrow.
John's nurse brought him in some of his pain pills. Deciding to catch up on the sleep he had been lacking, he crawled back into his bed and fell asleep.