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Chapter Five
Sierra's Speech

Chris had been around the WWE and had claimed to be out of depression. Now that he was getting his just-revenge on Wade, he was getting a lot better everyone had noticed. Heath would stare at him with suspicious eyes as Chris would comb his hair, smirk as if he'd had something to look forward to and walk outside. Heath had wondered if he could follow him but thought it wasn't necessary. Chris was in no way connected to Wade and besides, he felt like Chris would catch him either way. He took a strong suck of air and gave up. That was just it, wasn't it? Heath sighed as he prepared for his match and walked outside, bumping into John Cena whom had told him about how sorry he was for Wade's sudden disappearance.

"He wasn't going so well either way, you know." John Cena had stated.

"...what do you mean?" Daniel Bryan had jumped into the conversation and Heath turned around to realise that all of Nexus had been around. John had shrugged before biting his lip.

"You know...he was coughing up blood for God's sake at 3 AM in the morning. He wasn't doing very well-but-"

Heath had turned around and took a deep breath of fresh air. Daniel had told him that Heath was slightly sensitive before his lips trembled and he thought of images of Wade throwing up a large amount of blood and being alone, just alone. That would be something he wouldn't wish on his worst enemy. "Oh God...Wade..."

That morning, I woke up only to collapse back down again. I was so tired nowadays and I didn't know why. I wasn't able to sleep at night and usually just slept in the morning. I made sure to cook Sierra and Chris their breakfasts before passing out onto the floor, trying to escape into the non-betraying lands of fantasy and fiction. I thought of Justin Gabriel for the first time in so long today. And for some reason, we were out and I wasn't as painfully thin as I was currently and he had gotten me a cone of ice cream. I sat down but I was unable to eat it. When I tried to, blood had oozed from it. The entire world spinning and spinning and spinning in gray and blue... and red...

Sierra had watched Chris stare at Wade.

It had been around four more months since the episode. Wade's skin hadn't healed but Chris had gotten Wade to get some artificial flesh so it wouldn't scare Sierra whenever he had to change his bandage. Wade still wrapped a bandage around the flesh, fooling himself to think that underneath that was real flesh, with all its hair follicles and structures but no, it wasn't real. Wade was now asleep and Chris had dumped him in his bed at Sierra's words. Wade had simply lost weight even more rapidly if anything. Wade's cheeks had shrunken in and his ribcage was bare and visible, as his spine. Sierra was trying not to cry looking at Wade's painfully ill figure.

"He's gonna be okay, isn't he, Daddy? Wade's gonna be okay...?"

The consequences of Wade's underweight state was being to show. Wade was frequently cold but never complained about it. Simply shivering softly as he'd cooked their meals and did the household chores. If he had a choice of what to wear, Wade always chose the more-so cotton long-sleeved shirts and pants that covered his legs completely. He'd often pass out. There were many times that Chris would find Wade passed out onto the couch and he'd bring him back to the room. During his daily punishments, Wade would seem to be able to tolerate a lot less but still tolerated it all, with tears running down his eyes.

Chris sighed. This was enough punishment he'd decided. He was done playing. He'd say that he found Wade and had sheltered him for a while. With that thought in his head, the blonde stroked Wade's cold skin, trying not to look at his pained daughter.

The very next day, he'd stood up and announced that Wade Barrett would return since he'd found him passed out near a road and claimed he was okay.

Heath's face was full of shock as he'd animatedly told Nexus that Wade was coming back. It was all the locker room could talk about.

That night, Nexus had won their first match since Wade had been gone.

Chris had told me I was going to go back to the WWE again.

He was out of torture methods. The last one he could possibly get to me would be the fact that I was as thin as a stick and that that wasn't the image I was trying to present the WWE with. That lunch time, I truly tried to eat. I managed to finish most of the sandwich that Chris had made me but wasn't able to finish it all. Sierra had to nibble off the rest for me as I took deep breaths. I feared their reaction but I wanted nothing more than to see their faces again. That evening I slipped inside of the arena only to see people's faces full of shock.

John Cena had moved me towards the scale. He knew that there was no way I'd be allowed to wrestle in the state I was in. He'd simply wanted to see if there was hope for me to do anything at all. I stepped onto the scale, embarrassed and nearly jumped at the sight of the weight I had seen. John had stared at me with a horrified expression. "130 pounds."

"A BMI of 15.4," Chris added on, as shocked as I had been. "Anorexic." He'd added on.

The phrase had penetrated through me, almost gave me definition nowadays. I was able to slip out of the doorway before John had told me that I had to gain at least 60 to 90 pounds of fat and muscle to be able to compete again. I nodded towards him and moved to see my team. Chris had accompanied me.

"Heath! We know he's coming but all this?"

"Shut up, Dave!"

"Fine. We know you love him."

"Shush! I do not!"

I found myself finding a soft smile as Chris and I walked towards their locker room. They hadn't looked up yet, too busy arguing about irrelevant things and I'd stepped inside, watching them continue to argue. In that instant, I caught myself into the mirror and turned away in full disgust. I hated the mirror. I hated looking like a walking, talking skeleton. Heath had turned around and so had the rest of Nexus.

"When's Wade coming, Chris? I wanna see him!"

"Is he alright?"

Chris hadn't said another word as he looked at me. I took a deep breath. Chris laughed. "This skinny little skank here will tell you exactly where Wade is, isn't that right, honey?"

They didn't even know it was me. It hit me so hard I was full of shock. I was so thin that my entire team didn't recognise me. I didn't know what to say. I was stunned. I wanted to bolt out of there, suddenly gain those pounds I need to and return to something more warm and sweet to remember instead of this cold and miserable welcome I was getting, granted they didn't know I was standing there, in all the flesh I could muster.

"Well? Where?" Daniel had asked me, staring at me with excited eyes.

"He's Wade. He's lost a few pounds."

Their faces had paled in shock. Heath's body nearly trembling as he'd walked towards me, staring at me, eying me up and down and his lips were trembling. "You...no...no, no...there's got to be some sort of misunderstanding and-"

"It's me." I finally found myself saying.

"Wade..." Heath's voice was soft. "Wade...how? Why...?"

I didn't respond. What was I able to say? That I wasn't physically capable of eating? I had nothing to say. I could only stare at Heath's horrified face in silence and hope for the best but everything seemed to betray me nowadays.

"Ano-"

I wasn't able to take it in anymore. I turned around towards Chris and I had punched him as hard as I could've in the face. He looked shocked for a minute as he stared back at me. He'd cupped my face. "Aren't you just adorable?"

"Chris, leave him alone!" David's voice had surged into the air.

Chris had been eying my body for a minute. "You don't know." He stated. "You don't know just how bad of a condition you're in."

And with that, Chris had slammed me into the wall, twisting my arm behind my back and then kicking my stomach in. I'd knelt down towards him and I could almost feel the entire Nexus surrounding him. Various arms reaching in to take Chris off me and had succeeded into pushing him off. "Wade doesn't want me to leave."

"He-"

"Stay," I suddenly said. I knew they were staring at me like I was some sort of madman but it was the truth. I still owed Chris so much. Despite my anger and rage, pure resentment, at him calling me anorexic, there was still a chance for me - I could bulk up. I could be Wade again. With that thought into my mind, I watched as he grabbed onto my arm again and swung it into the nearest wall. I instantly let out a muffled scream.

"Believe me, darling. It's broken."

I stared back at him.

"Your bones are just that brittle." Chris added on.

I took one glance at the mirror again that had been haunting me before I turned to look at Chris whom had been smirking. I knew they were thinking the same thing he had been thinking. Chris had purposely took out a carrot from his pocket and handed it towards me. "It's our little secret."

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