All of a sudden, there's a knock on my door. I check the peep-hole; it's Brock. I open it just slightly.
Me:
Oh, hey.
Brock:
Where's my girlfriend?
Me:
Sleeping.
Brock:
Well, I want to see her.
He tries to force his way in, but I won't let him.
Brock:
Nick, c'mon....move.
Me:
She doesn't want to see you, Brock.
Brock looks hurt and confused...but most of all, mad.
Brock:
Please, Nick.....just, let me see her.
Me:
She made it very clear she doesn't want to see you.
Brock:
Is she hurt, mad?
Me:
Probably both....but the point is: she asked me to not let you see her, or Randy...and I'm the one the hospital discharged her to...so, I have to have her best interests at heart here. She doesn't want to see you; you're going to have to accept that.
Brock:
But...
Me:
I don't wanna be your enemy here, Brock; I really don't. But I'm not going to ignore her wishes. I am her best friend, after all.
Brock:
I want to say "I'm sorry"....
Me:
She doesn't want to hear it. To be fair, Brock: she did tell you not to make her watch it.
Brock:
(looking down)
Don't remind me, I feel bad enough already.
I hear Mickey groaning.
Mickey:
Nicky?
Me:
(to Brock)
Sorry, man, I gotta go take care of my little sister. I'll text you when she decides she wants to talk to you again.
Without giving Brock any time to respond, I shut the door and go to tend to my best friend. I sit by her as she wakes up.
Me:
How you feelin', kid?
Mickey:
A little weak.
Me:
That's probably because you had a seizure. Doc said you'd be a little weak for a day. You want something to eat, I can call room service.
Mickey:
Who was at the door?
Me:
Brock.
Mickey:
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Eat, Sleep, Love, Repeat-a Brock Lesnar love story
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