Title: Emotional Coaster
Author: Katie
E-Mail: PugNTurtle@aol.com
Disclaimer: All characters belong to the WWE and their respective counterparts.
Rating: PG-13 (some language)
Pairings: Lilian/Jericho; Dawn Marie/Angle
Summary: Life sends you on a pretty emotional roller coaster sometimes.
Notes: Response to a challenge by Carolyn. E-mail me if you want to see it. Feedback is appreciated but not begged for. It's not in my character.
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She sighed for what seemed like the hundredth time that morning, casting a sad look out the window. It was still pretty early. Not like she was getting much sleep anyway.
She leaned her head against the back of her bed, closing her eyes for a brief second before focusing her eyes on the clock across the room.
Ten minutes.
Time. It's such a confusing term, especially when it works against you. In a matter of three weeks, her entire life had been turned upside down. The love of her life was gone. Her musical career was in jeopardy. And now, her health was in serious danger.
She willed the tears that were welling in her eyes to go away. She had cried enough the past weeks. From the break-up to the emergence of her 'affair' with Vince McMahon to the polyp the doctor recently found in her throat.
"Too many thoughts," she murmured aloud, not even realizing she had spoken the words. She was so confused.
It all started with a kiss. Her boyfriend. well, ex-boyfriend kissing that whore Terri Runnells was heart breaking. She couldn't believe that she had walked in on the pair of them. She had him pinned against the wall, and it was obvious that they had been involved in a lip lock for awhile, way before she had walked into the room. Her friends managed to convince her that losing Chris Jericho as a boyfriend was not something to be devastated about. After all, there are several men who adore her as a woman.
"Well, they did adore me," she whispered, thinking about the numbness that had overcome her body when she saw her face plastered across the front of a tabloid, Lord only knows which one, for they all spread the same bullshit, with the headline, "Pop Star Having Affair With Boss!" She had picked up the paper without thinking, devastated to see a picture of her and Chris together, obviously taken when they were on vacation and aware, next to a picture of Vince McMahon.
She wasn't sure which was worse: being called into his office to discuss the allegations or getting the phone call from her record company. Sure, facing your boss and his wife over sexual accusations and being forced to take some time off was humiliating, but receiving a call from her record company was heartbreaking. "We're putting your CD on hiatus. Money is tight and with the recent accusations we need to put your CD aside for awhile. Besides, with your constant sore throats we need to utilize the studio time for other artists." The words constantly ran through her head.
There was another phrase constantly running through her mind, enough to drive one crazy. 'I'm hearing voices,' she thought with a wry grin, trying to be calm as the doctor's words from only a week ago echoed through her mind once again: "We've found a polyp in your throat. We need to remove it as fast as possible."
"There's more," she had whispered, noticing the sad look in the doctor's eyes.
"It may be cancerous. If it is it could affect your singing career in a major way."
She shuddered, not wanting to listen to the mantra running through her head. She couldn't imagine her life without her musical career. However, it looked like that might be very possible. A sore throat was all she had when she had seen the doctor only a week previously. Not.. Not cancer.
Plus, as much as she hated to admit it, she missed Chris. She missed his cute insults, his warmth, his joking. God, she missed him more than words can describe. Especially now, facing the biggest roadblock in her life.
She was alone.
"I'm not going to cry," she whispered, squeezing her eyes shut when the all too familiar prickling stung at her eyes.
"Now, now, everything will be okay."
She nearly jumped at the sound of the voice. She looked up, meeting the eyes of her surgeon. "Morning," she mumbled, using her arm to wipe away a stray tear.
"Good morning," he replied with a small smile. "How are you feeling?"
"I've been better," she whispered, the hoarseness obvious.
"Everything will be okay, I promise," the doctor said with a gentle smile, trying to reassure the woman before him as he swabbed her elbow with alcohol, preparing to give her something to knock her out for the surgery.
"Now or later?" she questioned.
"Both, I hope." She nodded, watching as he filled a needle. "We've discussed this. I am going to give you an injection now to knock you out. When you come to, you will be in recovery, okay?" The doctor talked gently, and she could only watch as the needle pricked her skin.
"Lilian, I want you to count backwards from one hundred. You should be out by ninety-five, okay?"
With a deep breath, she said, "All right. One hundred. ninety-nine. ninety-eight."
Before the room faded away, a vision of Chris Jericho flashed through her head. "I miss you so much baby," she murmured as she fell into unconsciousness.
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Author: Katie
E-Mail: PugNTurtle@aol.com
Disclaimer: All characters belong to the WWE and their respective counterparts.
Rating: PG-13 (some language)
Pairings: Lilian/Jericho; Dawn Marie/Angle
Summary: Life sends you on a pretty emotional roller coaster sometimes.
Notes: Response to a challenge by Carolyn. E-mail me if you want to see it. Feedback is appreciated but not begged for. It's not in my character.
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She sighed for what seemed like the hundredth time that morning, casting a sad look out the window. It was still pretty early. Not like she was getting much sleep anyway.
She leaned her head against the back of her bed, closing her eyes for a brief second before focusing her eyes on the clock across the room.
Ten minutes.
Time. It's such a confusing term, especially when it works against you. In a matter of three weeks, her entire life had been turned upside down. The love of her life was gone. Her musical career was in jeopardy. And now, her health was in serious danger.
She willed the tears that were welling in her eyes to go away. She had cried enough the past weeks. From the break-up to the emergence of her 'affair' with Vince McMahon to the polyp the doctor recently found in her throat.
"Too many thoughts," she murmured aloud, not even realizing she had spoken the words. She was so confused.
It all started with a kiss. Her boyfriend. well, ex-boyfriend kissing that whore Terri Runnells was heart breaking. She couldn't believe that she had walked in on the pair of them. She had him pinned against the wall, and it was obvious that they had been involved in a lip lock for awhile, way before she had walked into the room. Her friends managed to convince her that losing Chris Jericho as a boyfriend was not something to be devastated about. After all, there are several men who adore her as a woman.
"Well, they did adore me," she whispered, thinking about the numbness that had overcome her body when she saw her face plastered across the front of a tabloid, Lord only knows which one, for they all spread the same bullshit, with the headline, "Pop Star Having Affair With Boss!" She had picked up the paper without thinking, devastated to see a picture of her and Chris together, obviously taken when they were on vacation and aware, next to a picture of Vince McMahon.
She wasn't sure which was worse: being called into his office to discuss the allegations or getting the phone call from her record company. Sure, facing your boss and his wife over sexual accusations and being forced to take some time off was humiliating, but receiving a call from her record company was heartbreaking. "We're putting your CD on hiatus. Money is tight and with the recent accusations we need to put your CD aside for awhile. Besides, with your constant sore throats we need to utilize the studio time for other artists." The words constantly ran through her head.
There was another phrase constantly running through her mind, enough to drive one crazy. 'I'm hearing voices,' she thought with a wry grin, trying to be calm as the doctor's words from only a week ago echoed through her mind once again: "We've found a polyp in your throat. We need to remove it as fast as possible."
"There's more," she had whispered, noticing the sad look in the doctor's eyes.
"It may be cancerous. If it is it could affect your singing career in a major way."
She shuddered, not wanting to listen to the mantra running through her head. She couldn't imagine her life without her musical career. However, it looked like that might be very possible. A sore throat was all she had when she had seen the doctor only a week previously. Not.. Not cancer.
Plus, as much as she hated to admit it, she missed Chris. She missed his cute insults, his warmth, his joking. God, she missed him more than words can describe. Especially now, facing the biggest roadblock in her life.
She was alone.
"I'm not going to cry," she whispered, squeezing her eyes shut when the all too familiar prickling stung at her eyes.
"Now, now, everything will be okay."
She nearly jumped at the sound of the voice. She looked up, meeting the eyes of her surgeon. "Morning," she mumbled, using her arm to wipe away a stray tear.
"Good morning," he replied with a small smile. "How are you feeling?"
"I've been better," she whispered, the hoarseness obvious.
"Everything will be okay, I promise," the doctor said with a gentle smile, trying to reassure the woman before him as he swabbed her elbow with alcohol, preparing to give her something to knock her out for the surgery.
"Now or later?" she questioned.
"Both, I hope." She nodded, watching as he filled a needle. "We've discussed this. I am going to give you an injection now to knock you out. When you come to, you will be in recovery, okay?" The doctor talked gently, and she could only watch as the needle pricked her skin.
"Lilian, I want you to count backwards from one hundred. You should be out by ninety-five, okay?"
With a deep breath, she said, "All right. One hundred. ninety-nine. ninety-eight."
Before the room faded away, a vision of Chris Jericho flashed through her head. "I miss you so much baby," she murmured as she fell into unconsciousness.
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