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"Hey, man... What's wrong with you? You get sick or something?"
Adam looked up at Jay, one hand raking through his hair as he tried to get his bearings. He hadn't been feeling well all evening and wondered why. And then he remembered - Amy hadn't been well at all the previous night.
The tall blond man shook his head.
"I don't feel well," he admitted. It wasn't very often that he'd get sick, but damn it, he could see why it had happened this time. His mind returned to all of the events from the past night, how he'd been so pushy with the redhead despite the fact that she was with another. But he'd seen it in her eyes, seen it *all* in her hazel depths - she still had feelings for him.
"Damn," Jay was saying. "Good thing we're through for tonight. I guess just get a good night's sleep and you'll feel better in the morning."
"I hope so," Adam replied. However, being sick wasn't really bothering him all that much. His mind was much more focused on the redheaded diva than anything else. He wondered where she was tonight, as he hadn't seen her. Somehow, she'd probably gotten the night off because of her illness. He wondered about her, though - really wondered.
"I'm gonna head back to the hotel," the taller Canadian declared. "I know you wanna meet up with Dawn Marie, so go on, man."
"Cool," the short-haired blond man said with a small, sly smile. "Feel better, dude."
"Thanks." With that, Adam zippered his jacket, hefted his bag up and left the locker room. He coughed once as he started the trek down the hallway, his head down as his thoughts again got the better of him. He was thinking of how he could sure use a hot toddy once he returned to the hotel, when suddenly his guard shot up.
A few feet down the hall, the tall blond man caught sight of a fellow WWE superstar, someone he definitely didn't like. His eyes narrowed as he looked ahead, glaring at John Cena.
He didn't understand the other man. The guy would rather hang out till all hours bullshitting with some lowlife thugs than spend the evening with Amy Dumas... In that sense, Adam thought there was something definitely wrong with Cena. Lord knew, while it was always cool to hang out with Jay and the other guys, he'd always enjoyed spending an entire night - or at least including her - with the redhead. There were things he could do with Amy that he could *not* do with any of the guys.
As he neared the other man, Adam found himself victim to a fit of coughs. He raised a fist to his mouth as he struggled through them, his focus shifted away from the throwback clad man. He really had to get himself back to the hotel and to bed, as he was feeling sicker and sicker by the moment. And on that thought, he wondered how Amy was doing tonight. He figured she must be pretty sick to have missed the show. Maybe, if he was up for it physically, he would go and pay her a visit.
As the blond man continued the walk down the hallway, passing John, he failed to notice the other man's gaze. Cena's blue eyes were full of suspicion as he frowned and watched Adam disappear past him.
The Canadian sighed as he reached his rental car, relieved to get inside, as he'd realized once outside that he was getting the chills. In a hurry, he slipped the key into the ignition and waited for a moment before switching on the heat.
He rubbed his hands together for warmth while waiting for the heater to kick in, then glanced out the driver's side window, as though trying to ensure his privacy. It was silly - Adam knew that, with the window up, no one could hear him. And so, he slipped one hand into his jacket pocket, pulling out his cell phone. He had to call her and find out how she was doing. The way he was feeling, he might not be able to visit her tonight, especially as he worried he could very well have a fever.
After a few rings, she finally picked up, and he felt somewhat bad, as she sounded sort of groggy.
"Hi - it's me," he said softly. "I was just thinking about you... How are you...?"