A/N: So I'm a little depressed about the fact that I have absolutely no chance of ever seeing John Morrison again – or at least until I can 'borrow' my neighbor's wireless internet again – and this is what happened as a result. A near death experience and a broken heart for John Morrison!

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I could really use a wish right now…

Aislynn looked up when she heard someone's name being said over the intercom. Someone needed a doctor in room 340. There was a code blue.

A child cried as they cradled their twisted arm, bent at a wrong angle with something white shining through the skin. A woman sniffled as she listened to a nurse talk about her husband's condition. A man sat silent, blood covering his clothes as he thought about what had happened that night to his wife.

This had nothing to do with anyone she knew of, but she kept straining to hear something – anything – that would tell her what was going on. Was he all right? Was he going to be all right? Was there anything she could do? Was…?

She didn't want to think about what was going on. It was all her fault. She knew that it was, even though she had people tell her that it wasn't. So many people had told her that it wasn't her fault…that he should have looked where he was going, but if she hadn't run, she knew he wouldn't be where he was now.

He wouldn't be lying on a bed somewhere behind the doors that she was forbidden to cross through. He wouldn't be hooked up to so many machines. He wouldn't be bleeding inside and out. He wouldn't be fighting to stay alive.

Oh John…why did I do it? Why did I run away from you when I heard you calling for me? Aislynn thought, her fingers knotting themselves in the hem of her shirt. His favorite shirt. Why did I turn my back on you and keep running until that horrible sound came? I…John, please forgive me…

She heard someone sit down next to her, but didn't raise her eyes to them. She didn't need to. She already knew who it was and she knew that he would always be there, even when no one called. He'd simply know and be there.

Oh John…please live for me… Aislynn begged, sending her thoughts to the heavens. Please forgive me for being stupid…

"How did it happen?" asked the rough voice of her father, his slight accent welcome but distant to her ears.

"I…" She closed her eyes, not ready to relive the incident, but knew that her father needed to know. He needed to know the rest of the details that no one knew but her. Her and John. "Dad please don't make me…"

"Take your time…"

Aislynn frowned and opened her eyes when she heard footsteps. It was just a doctor, walking over to talk to the blood covered man. He hadn't come for her. Not yet.

"Why…why did I do it?" Aislynn asked of thin air as she put her face in her hands.

Aislynn hummed to herself as she waited in the elevator, watching the numbers go up with the movement of the metal box. A smile was on her face as she thought about what was going to be waiting for her when she got back to her room. She had the movie they'd been dying to see tucked under her arm and a bag full of John's favorite snack foods draped over her arm. Tonight was going to be perfect.

The elevator dinged as it came to its destination. Aislynn hopped out and headed down the hall, saying hi to the wrestlers that were heading out for the night. She stopped only for a moment to fish out her keycard and then finished crossing the distance to her room.

She noticed that the closer she got, the more she felt like something was wrong. With a shaky hand and a dismissive thought, Aislynn slid the card through the slot and opened the door. Her grip on the movie and the bag of snack food went slack and the objects fell to the floor as she stared at the bed.

John looked startled and Maryse looked horrified. Candles lay around the room and soft music was playing. It was a romantic scene and Aislynn had just ruined it.

Aislynn's knees felt weak, but she refused to fall, holding onto the door handle for support. "John…?" she asked, looking for a reason for this.

"Aislynn, I can explain," John said, pushing Maryse off of him.

Aislynn took a deep breath, trying to fight back the tears. "Explain...this? No…no…"

She turned and she ran down the hall, skipping the elevator, knowing that it would fail her now. She finally found the reason she'd been given such long legs with each long stride she took, taking her farther and farther away from the man that had used her. The man that had lied to her for so long. She couldn't stand it. She needed to get away.

The cool October night air hit her full on as she burst through the front doors of the hotel. She took one look over her shoulder and saw that John was crashing through the front lobby in pursuit of her. Tears were falling as her heart crumbled, breaking into thousands of little pieces. Aislynn didn't look as she ran across the road, not caring if she almost caused a crash, not caring if she almost got run over. It didn't matter anymore.

"Aislynn!" she could hear John calling her name somewhere behind her. "Aislynn, please don't run away from me!"

Aislynn ran for a moment longer until she couldn't run any longer. She fell to her knees and closed her eyes against the tears, waiting to hear him come to a stop behind her. She waited for his arms to encircle her and never let her go. For his breath to tickle her neck as he whispered her name and explained away all the pain that he'd caused her. She waited…but he never came.

Aislynn's eyes snapped open as she heard the sounds of tires squealing as someone slammed on the brakes. She heard the impact. That horrible sound of something soft getting hit by something metallic and then hitting the ground with a sickening splat. She heard people screaming for help, but she didn't turn around.

She didn't want to look back. There was nothing she could do. Maybe she was mistaken. Maybe it wasn't what she thought it was. Maybe John had made it safely to the other side and…

She couldn't lie to herself. Slowly, Aislynn climbed to her feet and walked back over to the road. Her eyes searched beyond the passing cars in two lanes, to the lanes on the other side. Traffic over there had come to a complete stand still.

People were milling about, calling for help. Calling the police. Calling out to God.

In the darkness, it was so bright. She could see the blood illuminated by the cruel spot light cast by so many cars. The bright red blood, running in rivers from a limp body next to a car that had only a small dent on its hood. So much damage and all to show for it was a little dent. It was sort of funny how things like that happened. Aislynn would have laughed had she not known better.

"John?" she whispered, staring at the crumpled form on the ground through the passing cars. "John? Baby?"

She threw caution to the wind once more and ran through traffic, rushing to his side. Oh, there was so much blood. He was so pale in the darkness cast by those two headlights. Aislynn cupped his face with her hands, they were shaking so bad. She called out his name, but he didn't answer. He didn't move. He didn't do anything…

"John, please wake up," Aislynn whispered, stroking his face lovingly. "Please baby, wake up. Please wake up for me, John. Please…"

Aislynn opened her eyes, knowing that the tears were falling once more. She knew her father could see her tears, something he hadn't seen in years. His arm went around her shoulders, pulling her to him so that she could cry into his chest like she had when she was a little girl. He stroked her hair like he had back then, letting her cry without criticism or shying away.

"It's not your fault," he said, speaking quietly. "What John did…was not your fault. He knew better than to run out in front of traffic in the middle of the night. You knew better, but you were lucky. John made his decision and he wasn't as lucky. Only one person could tempt Fate tonight in your relationship and you took the pass…A fact that I am happy to say…but also saddened, knowing the condition the boy is in right now."

Aislynn's breath hitched and she blinked back her tears, trying to hold them back. "I shouldn't have…I should have let him...explain…but he and Maryse…they were…in our bed…"

"John and Maryse?" Mark's hand paused on Aislynn's head. "Aislynn…were there other people in the room?"

Aislynn struggled to see past the images of John's broken body. She tried to remember the room before she had noticed John's body entangled with Maryse's. There had been another person in the room. Two people if she remembered. One had a camera and one had been holding a funny looking microphone. She had dismissed them upon first glance since they had been in the shadows of the room, not in the spot light on the bed.

"Yes…"

"Oh Aislynn…" His voice sounded heavy with disappointment. Disappointment that she had placed there in an instant. "Aislynn, John was doing a promo with Maryse to move their storyline onward…Did you not know about it?"
Aislynn shook her head and pulled herself out of her father's arms, unable to stand the sound of his disappointment in her. "No…"

"John didn't tell you of the plans?"

"No..." There was too much to process. "Tonight was supposed to be movie night…"

Her father opened his mouth to say something, but the child with the twisted arm seemed to recognize him and asked for his autograph despite the pain he was in. Mark politely signed the autograph while Aislynn watched, but the boy didn't ask for hers, seeing that she was in emotional distress.

"Ms. Calaway?" someone asked in a polite voice.

Aislynn's eyes rose to meet the doctor's kind eyes. He was dressed as if he had just been in surgery, but there was no blood on him. Not a hair out of place. Not a wrinkle. He looked too young and orderly to be a doctor.

"Yes?" she asked.

"Ms. Calaway, you came in with Mr. Hennigan, didn't you?" the doctor asked.

It was a pointless question in her opinion, but Aislynn answered it anyway. She'd done so for the police who had come and gone a couple of hours ago.

"Doctor, can I…Is he…?" She couldn't put a question together. They were all rushing through her head, but not quite making it to her mouth in the right order.

"John is still in surgery for the moment," the doctor said, seeming to know what Aislynn was trying to say. "He'll be out in a few minutes…but he won't be awake when you see him. We're not exactly sure when he will wake up because he hit his head pretty hard and we did put him under so we could perform a little surgery…but we managed to control the internal bleeding and…" The rest was technical stuff that went way over Aislynn's head as she listened to it.

"Will he scar?" she asked, knowing how John had pride in his good looks.

"I don't believe he will and if he does, I doubt that it will ruin his wrestling career," the doctor said with a small smile. "Scars heal over time. I'm sure he'll be thankful that he's alive and worry less about the little flaws to his good looks."

If I had just one wish right now…

The doctor offered to take her to the room that John was being taken to and Aislynn quickly climbed to her feet, following him like an obedient puppy. He asked questions about wrestling and Aislynn replied to them even though her head was in the clouds, thinking about what she'd walk into find. She was glad that her father was there to answer most of the questions for her.

Will he be okay? Will I be able to look at him? Oh God, what if he doesn't make it through the night? I'll never get to say goodbye to him…I'll…!

"We're here," the doctor said gently, standing next to the doorway.

Aislynn entered the room and tears welled up in her eyes. John laid there on one of those horrible hospital beds. His face was untouched except for a small cut above his eye. They had put him in one of those tacky hospital gowns and had pulled the blanket up to his throat so she couldn't see the damage done to his perfect body. The damage she didn't want to see.

"Oh John," she whispered, walking over to stand by the side of the bed. "How…how could I have let this happen to you?"

With a shaky, hesitant hand, she took one of John's hands in her own, glad to find it warm. He looked so pale when compared to the tacky hospital garb and she could almost hear him complaining about the awful lighting in the room. The awful, bright white light of a hospital. A small smile appeared and vanished on her face in a flash.

"John…" she whispered, pressing her lips against the back of his hand. "John, baby, I'll be here for as long as it takes…You take your time and I'll be waiting…"

The machines made a sad little sound, beeping in time with John's slow heart beat. Aislynn sank down on the chair beside the bed, holding John's hand like it was the only real thing in the world. She could hear the doctor and her father speaking, but it was distant, inaudible noise to her ears. All that matter was the sleeping man in front of her.

God, I could really use a wish right now…

"John…please wake up…"

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A/N: Confused yet? Sad yet? Bothered? Well, if you're seriously confused, you haven't read 'You Belong With Me' yet, so you have no idea who Aislynn is. So my suggestion is to read that, review that, and then come back and read this again and review this.

And if you're still confused after all of that, message me. Tell me what you really think about this story because I'm starting to crave reviews more than chocolate and that, my friends, is not natural. So help me out by reviewing! Thanks!