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"Come on AJ, you're doing great!" CM Punk encouraged his wife of two years. They were at the local hospital and AJ was in labor. "One more push!" He yelled as the beeping monitors in the white room deafened him.
"I can't Punk..." AJ whimpered in response as she squeezed CM Punk's rough calloused hand. Punk let out a deep sigh and looked up to the ceiling, only to be blinded by bright white lights.
"Yes you can." He told her determinedly, with a furrow of his brow. She couldn't give up just yet. They hadn't met their daughter. AJ nodded then heaved as she gave one last final push. Time stopped momentarily, and CM Punk smiled in complete and utter joy and satisfaction as he first laid eyes on his newborn baby girl. AJ weakly smiled too, as the baby elicited a sharp cry throughout the operating room. "Look honey, she's here..." Punk cooed to his wife as the doctor took the baby. AJ's brown eyes fluttered opened then closed.
"She's beautiful..." The petite diva managed to say breathless.
"I love you." Punk said then gingerly kissed AJ on the forehead. She was slightly sweaty, but Punk didn't mind.
"I... Love you too." AJ replied with a weakened smile. She had done so well in the birthing process. But the couple's bliss was only lived for a short moment, and that's when all of AJ's heart monitors started gong haywire. "Punk! Punk!" She called out, but it was like she was seeing no one. Darkness engulfed her.
"I'm right here AJ!" CM Punk yelled back to her, beginning to feel afraid. Afraid of what was about to happen. "What's wrong?" He asked the doctor frantically, automatically going into panic mode.
"I'm afraid her heart's too weak..." The doctor answered.
"Well do something!" Punk ordered with a sharp yell.
"She's going into cardiac arrest!" The obstetrician called out to his operating team. "Get the baby out of here!" He yelled, then began doing chest compressions on AJ's petite frame. Punk watched wide eyed, as AJ's heartbeat only continued to lower. He didn't quite understand what was happening to his wife.
"Please AJ... Please..." He mumbled to himself. "Don't let me lose you. I can't raise a baby..." He muttered, but AJ couldn't hear him, for she was long gone. All you could hear was a slow and steady beep coming from AJ's heart monitor. CM Punk looked up, and of course there was a flat line. "No." This couldn't be happening, not to him.
"We need a heartbeat! Prepare the defib units!" The doctor yelled to his OR team. "You need to leave." He ordered Punk, and Punk couldn't help to oblige. His body was numb, and he couldn't feel a thing. The hallway was practically spinning as he stood there outside the operating room. His mind was cloudy and he couldn't process a single coherent thought.
"Why?" He whispered to himself as he tried to swallow the huge lump in his throat, but failed. He only stood in the hallway for a few minutes, but it felt like an eternity. Finally, the doctor emerged; a sullen look etched on to his old manly face, and it seemed Punk already knew the fate of the situation.
"AJ... She didn't make it." The doctor spoke softly. "I'm deeply sorry for your loss." CM Punk nodded in understandment. He was sorry too.
"Thank you doctor." The straight edge mumbled. "I think I need some time to myself." He added.
"Of course." The doctor nodded and CM Punk made his way outside to the fresh crisp air. There was a tightening feeling in his chest and it wouldn't go away. It hurt like hell too. Punk stood outside, lingering in his thoughts for a moment. He felt as if AJ had never met him, this wouldn't have happened. CM Punk felt like it was his fault, of course. It seemed like everything was his fault, and he was remorseful. But suddenly, a fire started within him and he was filled with a burning rage.
"Goddamnit!" He screamed angrily as he kicked over a nearby trashcan, and hot tears spilled down his cheeks. He had never cried like this before. Once his anger had gone away he stood against the wall and sunk down so he was sitting, he then drew his knees to his chest, and for the first time in years CM Punk actually sobbed. The tightening in his chest was still there, and black birds circled above him almost mockingly in the sky. "I'm such a fuck up." He whispered to himself.
CM Punk woke up with a sharp gasp, and sat up in his big king size bed. He couldn't sleep again, and it wasn't just because of his chronic insomnia. His bed was meant for two people, but there was only one. The master bedroom was dark in his Chicago home, and the bed felt practically empty without AJ. CM Punk sighed and ran a hand through his sweaty black hair. He had woken up on AJ's side of the bed again, her bubblegum scent filled his nostrils and he inhaled contently. So that was what caused him to have another nightmare, well more like flashback.
All those events happened four measly years ago, and the memories still haunted CM Punk. It was like guilt on his shoulders. He knew he shouldn't blame himself, but he couldn't help feeling like it was his fault. He lived in complete torture, and that's why he quit his job at the WWE, and most importantly, that's why he wasn't taking care of his own daughter. AJ's mom was.
Author's Note: To be continued...?