Ice would be laying in the hospital on the afternoon of December to Dismember, with a patch on his forehead to stop the bleeding. The Doctor that supervised from i-TNA would come in and give some results.
"Well, from we what analyzed," the doctor would go on. "You are concussed from the attack you head. The head trauma you are suffering from seems to be from the force of a blunt object, a thin one, perhaps, a lead pipe or a crowbar, more so leaning towards the former."
"None the less, you have a concussion," said the doctor. "A concussion, you are not medically cleared to compete and it's best that you go home and take some time off."
Ice would drop his jaw and stare at the doctor.
"Do not take on any strenuous activity and please get lots of rest. Remember to drink lots of water."
"What!?" exclaimed Ice. "I need to compete! This next match is important!"
"I'm sorry but my Hippocratic Oath prevents me from medically clearing you with a clear conscious." said thedoctor.
Ice would rise from the bed and get up.
"I'm leaving and I am going to the next flight out of here to the show." said Ice as he started walking towards the door.
"I can't stop you," said the Doctor. "however, you have to leave the hospital in a wheelchair, it's hospital protocol that you are escorted out."
"Ungh, fine, give me a stupid wheelchair." said Ice as he grabbed a wheelchair. Ice would sit in the wheelchair and start rolling. "I feel like I'm the punchline of a valesmith joke..." he would start rolling towards the entrance of the door. "Let's go, I need to get out of here."
The i-TNA Trainer/Doctor would start rolling Ice out of the room and to the elevator. When they got down to the bottom floor, the trainer would roll Ice up to the receptionist.
"I'm leaving." said Ice.
The receptionist would say "Yes sir." and leave the desk for a bit. She would then come back with Ice's stuff in bags and place them on the desk.
"Oh and your fiancee was here earlier to check on you but you were unconscious." said the receptionist.
"Oh, thanks for letting me know---WAIT A MINUTE!" exclaimed Ice with his eyes widened. "I DON'T HAVE A FIANCEE!" Ice would stare at the receptionist in shock.
"Well, she was here, she had a ring..." said the receptionist. "An engagement ring
"What did she look like?" asked Ice.
"She was Caucasian...she was in this flashy purple robe.." said the receptionist
"WHAT!?" exclaimed Ice as he realized who it was and stand up out of his wheelchair. "That was the person who---"
"Ice, please get back in the wheelchair." said the Doctor. Ice would sit back down taking deep breathes.
"Okay, let me get this straight...you would let...some nutjob in a purple robe, dressed like the wizard of grape juice, in here to visit an unconscious patient and you actually believed the story from someone like that?" asked Ice rhetorically. "Hell, this is a hospital, you think you'd at least have her committed to the psychiatric analysis section of the hospital!"
The Receptionist looked at Ice with a blank stare.
"What kind of hospital do you run here!?" asked Ice.
"Uhhh..." the receptionist stammered.
Ice would snatch his bags off the counter and get wheeled out.
Ice would get outside. "Can I get out of the wheelchair now?" asked Ice. The trainer would nod. Ice would stand up and start walking.
"I'm gonna get you chemical, I'm gonna get you!" grunted Ice to himself.
Ice would walk off screen, assumedly heading to December to Dismember.
