(Hans): Good morning to you too.
(Vanessa): Feeling better today?
A small crease forms at the corner of Hans' mouth, as he gingerly shrugs his shoulders.
(Hans): I guess so...
His eyes twinkle.
(Hans): But things have perked up now that you're back.
Vanessa leans over and gives him a peck on the lips.
(Vanessa): I think they'll be letting you go today...last night the nurse said that the doctor would check your sticthes this morning. I'm sure you ready to get outta here.
Hans' eyebrows rise up at the news, as his eyes move over the room's interior.
(Hans): Yeah...
He pats his bed.
(Hans): ... I'm kinda beginning to pang for the comfort of my own bed.
A look of concern for her wellbeing descends over his face as he looks at her, moving his head close enough to gently touch foreheads.
(Hans): You shouldn't have stayed the night in that chair though sweetie.
(Vanessa): No...what I shouldn't have done was ever think that, that 8-Man Tag match was going to be anything more than a setup. I feel like a dumb-ass sitting there oblivious all night, right next to Buff.
Sighing slowly, Hans nevertheless manages a small smile to form.
(Hans): The gift of hindsight. It's a wonderful thing.
He pulls back from her.
(Hans): Don't you start apportioning any blame on yourself for this though. No-one could have forseen this happening... not when we were all so focused on what they might try and get Hogan to pull.
(Vanessa): I know, but I just felt helpless. They orchestrated this whole thing to get you in there alone so Ronnie could get have his cheap shots at you, and here I am fumbling around with stupid handcuffs and a paperclip outside.
A somewhat distant tone coats Hans' next words.
(Hans): Ah, I was beginning to think it had been some time since my last cheap shot it has to be said...
Shaking his head from side to side momentarily, he then leans in and kisses Vanessa.
(Hans): I don't think I've actually had the chance to thank you for doing what you did though.
He kisses her a second time, breaking off with a sardonic smile plastered on his face.
(Hans): I think I'll be investing in a pair of bolt cutters for you and Jason to keep under your commentary table though, if that's alright with you?
Vanessa kisses him back and smiles then starts to frown and playfully swats at him.
(Vanessa): Stop it! You always do that...diffuse a serious situation with that cool as a cucumber demeanour of yours. Why can't you be pissed off every once in a while babe? You have every right to be.
(Hans): Well, that's probably for the best. Turning the air blue isn't exactly something I'm proud of...
He folds his hands in the palm of his lap, cocking his head to the side to look right at her.
(Hans): And besides, all I'd do by screaming and hollering about how I'm going to smash Buff and his friends in their heads as a thank you for their troubles is get you worked up even more than you already are.
He places his right hand on one of her legs, squeezing gently.
(Hans): If it's any consolation though, I'm absolutely seething inside.
(Vanessa): Seething huh? Well let's get you out of this hospital so I can see for myself.
She puts her hand on his and just stares into his eyes adoringly.
(Vanessa): Heinrich will be by soon, he said he was going to bring breakfast. And as far as everything else goes... well I got all the site updates and we're heading off to Omaha in a few days. Jason and I pulled your next opponent for the Lottery and you won’t exactly be having a light week.
Hans' disposition lightens further at the mention of breakfast.
(Hans): Ok, good news first, what's he got? And then you can tell me the bad news of who I'm facing...
(Vanessa): I've got no idea, but I'd kill for a spinach omelette and a croissant. The bad news....you're defending the belt against Fallen, which means his SOA cronies are going to be lurking around.
(Hans): Well, if it's Heinrich we're relying on for breakfast, I think we can rule out anything as adventurous as what you're hoping for...
He chuckles lightly as Vanessa lightly swipes his leg, grinning as she does so.
To be continued…
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