Time seemed to have been moving in slow motion at the time of the incident; for both the audience and Jason Reso. He had been pushed off of one ladder, falling to the floor. The distance was too far down for him to tell, as he and Adam had the (now not so) bright idea of getting one of the bigger ladders to grab the Tag Team titles suspended above the ring. It would have been around 30 feet he fell.
It felt like time had stopped for Jay. The fall had been so slow, and the impact he had with the ladder below him hadn't been felt; he broke through it as it was positioned to lay above the ground supported by the apron of the ring and the barricade. The ladder had snapped in two; half a second after Jay's body had crashed on it. His neck had received the most damage, landing on one of the rungs in the process as the hard crack sounded to the nearby crowd and his fellow competitors.
There, staring up at the ceiling of the arena they had this Pay Per View, lay Jason, motionless. The crowd roared with Boos from Jeff causing the crash, and Adam had quickly hurried to his friend's side. Even Matt and Jeff had stopped what they were doing to inspect the damage. Amy, who was in the corner of the Hardy Brothers, was one of the first to Jay's side. She never stopped asking if he was okay, but he couldn't answer her questions.
Jay could only see the ceiling, only hear the pounding of his now very rapid heart beating and the blood pumping around his body. He felt nothing; he couldn't feel Amy hold his face in her hands as she stared down at him cry, or Adam's fingers on his neck to check for a pulse. The worst thing that worried every person but Jason, was that he hadn't moved a single inch. He was peaceful for a few minutes.
Or, at the least, Jason considered it a few minutes. It had been nearly an hour later that the searing pain spread from his neck, down his spinal cord and throughout his body. The fire that spread through him was enough to make him feel like he had died, and was then spending eternity in Hell to be placed into a pit of lava that would burn beyond the end of time. No voice arised from his vocal cords when he tried to scream, his toes wouldn't even curl up in pain. His eyes were opened on his outer body, but they saw nothing but darkness.
His neck jolted, electricity sparking through his body that started at his head. It gave him a momentary lapse in pain from the burning fire in his body. Then the spark appeared again, the next time in his right hand; that then felt both hot and cold. He had somehow become a burning electric conductor from his subconscious mind's perspective. The next few hours (the very slow process of now knowing that time was passing felt too slow, as every second felt agonisingly painful) had passed as if they were days and weeks, turning into years and finally Jay had convince himself he was dead. The irony was that he was going to die (if he wasn't already deceased) doing what he loves, wrestling in the middle of the ring with his older brother and two friends and great rivals; doing the very thing he lived for would be what would kill him.
The darkness around him had started to lift, almost as slowly as the hours passed by. A melodic sound his sense of hearing above the pain if the fire. Someone was speaking to him, in a strained, quiet whisper. Not his brother, nor any of the wrestlers he had faced; but a female voice that he knew all too well. Amy was crying, whispering something he couldn't understand, the whispers were heard, but the words sounded strung together in one long, and complicated word. The voice distracted him, allowed him to hold on. It lifted the black away from his eyes, the burning began to subside; Amy was giving him a reason to wake up from what had happened.
Ten hours, the painful time had passed and not once had Amy left Jason's side once she got Adam out of the bedside chair. She had never once been comfortable in the time she was spending beside to hospital bed; but to talk to Jason unconscious body, to give her a reason to be awake when he would finally crack his eyes open was enough for her. She needed to be the first thing he saw; and she would reach over, hold him tightly, scold him for scaring her. A hug that seemed like it wouldn't end would be given, giving her a reason to hear the heartbeat of the man before. Maybe she'd have the courage to tell him how she felt about him, that she was no longer with Matt once the two realised what she had been feeling for the former Tag Team title holder (which was now vacated due to Jay not being to compete for Lord knows how long). At least Matt had let her go easy, he assured her that he would still love her, and knew exactly who she was falling toward.
"Wake up, Jace." She whispered, feeling a few hot salty tears stream down her face again. Her make-up was now all removed from her face, she eyes puffy and bloodshot. Her lips thinned into a straight line as she sobbed again; she wiped her nose with a tissue one of the nicer and sympathetic nurses had given her when Amy had first sat in the chair. Amy's back began to prick with pins and needles as she turned a little bit to throw the used and dirty tissue into the small bin beside the bed.
Adam had once more shown up to try to move his younger friend, getting a selfish desire to spend some time alone with his brother, to cry to him in privacy. Their mum had been worried sick, she called Adam at least three times an hour to ask the one question, "Is he awake yet?" The moment Adam would answer 'No' she would cry out in pain and hang up below her howling became to loud. Amy could see easily that Adam hadnt slept a wink, his was almost the reflection of her own appearance, except he had dark purple bags under his eyes, and his eye colour had turned green from the usual blue. The same blue eyes he shared with Jason. The thought of wanting to see those eyes again brought Amy back to full bawling her eyes out to the point where she thought she would be sick. Through her watering eyes, Adam held his head down when he had moved to stand behind her, his hands on her shoulders in a reassuring gesture. He gave her a wavering smile, that turned into him sobbing along with her.
Somewhere inside of himself, Jason heard the crying to the pair that was in the room with him; the receding footsteps that followed not long afterwards. He willed for his body to show some kind of sign that he could hear Amy's cries, that he wanted her to be strong for him when he was weak inside of his own mind. His outer body finally received the massage from his activity conscious brain, a small sigh escaping his lips. The intake of air on his own body's accord had eased much of the burning sensation in his own self. Amy wiped her eyes with the sleeve of her jacket, one that Jay had insisted she keep after the pair had been soaked through when walking through a rainy carpark after a show one night. Her eyes had registered the parting of Jason's lips, the small breath outward then sucking the air back in. But her grain couldn't believe it.
"Jason?" Both of her hands moved to hold his right hand, which was still far bigger than she could grasp. "Can you hear me?"
Nothing.
There were no more movements from his body. Until she had repeated his name; then one of his fingers, whether by a nerve impulse or his own accord, had twitched in her palm. Amy bent over, kissing the pad of his finger lightly. One of her hands moved to cup his cheek softly, caressing the skin that had only been shaved the day before while avoiding the breathing tube that was stuck up his nose and manuvered through down to his lungs*.
Jason suddenly felt cold, all the once unbearable heat that had infiltrated his body was almost missed. The cool change was refreshing; and now his body as well as his brain had responded to the change. A new pain arose in his body, occurring only in his neck and shoulders. The bright light, just like the frightening blackness he had experienced before the white wash, lifted in his vision. Blurs of different colours blended together, one object focusing quicker than the background.
"Ames?" Jason's voice croaked out. It broke somewhere at the end, but the silence being broken was enough to tell Amy that he was now awake.
"Jason!" She moved so she sat on the edge of the bed, half of her body covering Jason's as she was being careful to not put too much weight on him. "I can't believe you're awake!" Tears escaped her eyes again, just as they had done for the last ten hours.
Jason felt the slow, and soft, press of Amy lips to his, her nose touching the side of his toward to tip to avoid the breathing tube. The tiniest of smiles formed on his lips, as heat now returned to his body, a flush slowly creeping up his face to signal he wasn't dreaming. He wasn't dead, and was now counting his lucky stars he wasn't. A whine of protest sounded from his lips as Amy pulled away from him enough to study his face; she lowered her head again to be closer to his face but not too close.
"Don't leave us like that again, Jay. I can't have you leave me." She looked into his blue eyes, feeling like she would have been happy to drown in them if it was possible. Jason tried to intertwine his fingers with the hand Amy held, with vain effect. She circled the top of his fingers, careful to not hit the IV needle that had been stuck into one of the veins in that hand.
"I never will, Red." He cracked a smile at her as he moved the tip of his nose to touch hers. "I also won't want to go into ladder matches anytime soon." Amy laughed at the joke before planting another kiss to his lips, the seond lasting longer than the first.
A.N. So I was jus listenin to the song Time of Dying by Three Days Grace on repeat while writing this one shot. I have always wanted to write something with his couple and now I'm so happy I have. There was no particular time frame for this one shot, so that's why the times might seem a little strewn being I wrote this thinking about Christian as he is now with his awesome sort hair. Does anyone else think it isn't far that he, Edg and Chris are all over 40 and they are still sexy as all hell. It should b illegal for them to be that hot!
*The reason I put this symbol in is to infom anyone that has not had tubes up their nose, down their throat, or in their stomach (I've had all three in my lifetime) it hurts to get them put in, and it just has bad getting them taken out. The amount of times I had that happen to me in my childhood is astonishing (trust me, being born premature is not fun, guys).
Honestly, we ought to have more stories on this couple, because I loved watching the feud between Lita an Trish against Chris and Christian. Personally I think there should have been a feud between Edge and Chritian over Lita when she was with Edge. Christian could have easily brought up that he had at least harboured some feelings for her before Edge did. Anyway, I'm done rambling. I hope you all enjoyed this, and I hope to see more stories of this couple if you guys made them.