Post by Jaice Wilds on Dec 14, 2023 22:43:08 GMT -5
A camera comes up on an undisclosed medical facility; inside a triage room. Jaice Wilds sits on the examination table as H. Brayden Sullivan and an unnamed AW representative (who may or may not, but could be, but probably isn't, but then again just might be Alexander Pasternak taking a quick break from his duties at HQ) sit in chairs on the side talking business. A doctor enters the room, Sullivan and (totally not but then again you never know) Pasternak stand. The doctor nods to the three men, a slight grin.
So. You want the good news or the bad news first?
Jaice grunts, Sullivan sighs, and (maybe?) Pasternak takes a deep breath. (Totally couldn't be) Pasternak places a hand on Wilds’ shoulder, trying to prepare him for the worst.
Bad news first, doc. Best to rip the band-aid off now.
(Definitely not) Pasta nods to Wilds, who sighs before nodding in agreement. The doctor looks at his notes.
It's still my professional opinion that Mr Wilds should take some time off to let his body recover. I don't know what miracle drugs he took, but they weren't some kind of cure-all.
Wilds’ eyebrow raises in anticipation, but Sully is the first to ask the next question.
So then… the good news?
The doctor breathes in deeply, a slight grin.
I see no new injuries, and any aggravation to the old ones has subsided. By the terms of your Hold Harmless Agreement…
The doctor turns directly to (okay, probably) Pasternak.
...Mr Wilds is in satisfactory health to compete next week.
Wilds breaks into a large grin as (possibly?) Pasternak shakes the doctor's hand, the latter taking his leave. Wilds turns to his attorney and friend, a slight chuckle.
I told you guys I was fine! That chair shot was nothing- I've taken harder hits from my ex in the bedr…
Aaaand I'm going to cut you off there before you break into territory I might have to dig up for legal purposes.
Wilds scoffs, shaking his head. He turns to the AW official, a grin.
Not gonna lie; I'm glad they sent you. Means I would have been good no matter what…
Pasternak shakes his head, a sigh.
Actually, I asked to be the official on this one so you'd have to take it seriously had the doctor told us different. I don't mind making some calls and bending a rule or two; but someone has to put your health first. And if you won't, it lands on me.
Wilds is taken aback for a moment, his head tilting slightly to one side.
You seriously wouldn't have got me off the hook?
Pasternak shakes his head.
Honestly, I'd prefer Brady just suspend you for a couple of months to force your recovery. But you have a great lawyer, and you signed a fair enough agreement. So… you do you. Just… promise me you'll take it seriously if they tell you to sit out for a bit, okay?
A deep exhale comes from Wilds’ nose, he shakes his head. He leans in, the two embrace. Wilds nods.
I'm gonna take up residence in your penthouse if that happens.
The two chuckle, sharing a few more words as Sullivan joins them to walk out of the room towards the main entrance.
So. You want the good news or the bad news first?
Jaice grunts, Sullivan sighs, and (maybe?) Pasternak takes a deep breath. (Totally couldn't be) Pasternak places a hand on Wilds’ shoulder, trying to prepare him for the worst.
Bad news first, doc. Best to rip the band-aid off now.
(Definitely not) Pasta nods to Wilds, who sighs before nodding in agreement. The doctor looks at his notes.
It's still my professional opinion that Mr Wilds should take some time off to let his body recover. I don't know what miracle drugs he took, but they weren't some kind of cure-all.
Wilds’ eyebrow raises in anticipation, but Sully is the first to ask the next question.
So then… the good news?
The doctor breathes in deeply, a slight grin.
I see no new injuries, and any aggravation to the old ones has subsided. By the terms of your Hold Harmless Agreement…
The doctor turns directly to (okay, probably) Pasternak.
...Mr Wilds is in satisfactory health to compete next week.
Wilds breaks into a large grin as (possibly?) Pasternak shakes the doctor's hand, the latter taking his leave. Wilds turns to his attorney and friend, a slight chuckle.
I told you guys I was fine! That chair shot was nothing- I've taken harder hits from my ex in the bedr…
Aaaand I'm going to cut you off there before you break into territory I might have to dig up for legal purposes.
Wilds scoffs, shaking his head. He turns to the AW official, a grin.
Not gonna lie; I'm glad they sent you. Means I would have been good no matter what…
Pasternak shakes his head, a sigh.
Actually, I asked to be the official on this one so you'd have to take it seriously had the doctor told us different. I don't mind making some calls and bending a rule or two; but someone has to put your health first. And if you won't, it lands on me.
Wilds is taken aback for a moment, his head tilting slightly to one side.
You seriously wouldn't have got me off the hook?
Pasternak shakes his head.
Honestly, I'd prefer Brady just suspend you for a couple of months to force your recovery. But you have a great lawyer, and you signed a fair enough agreement. So… you do you. Just… promise me you'll take it seriously if they tell you to sit out for a bit, okay?
A deep exhale comes from Wilds’ nose, he shakes his head. He leans in, the two embrace. Wilds nods.
I'm gonna take up residence in your penthouse if that happens.
The two chuckle, sharing a few more words as Sullivan joins them to walk out of the room towards the main entrance.