A/N: So you can say I was inspired by the recent news of Matt Cappotelli's condition. If you don't know, he has a cancerous brain tumor that could possibly kill him. This may be a slightly different pairing then what everyone's used to, seeing as it's never been used before, but I just thought that I'd dedicate this story to Matt and let's all pray he makes it through this dilemma alive.

Summary: Maria is there for the last five days of her fiancé Matt Cappotelli's life.

Characters: Maria Kanellis, Matt Cappotelli, others

Rating: T, for death situations and sexual references

Disclaimer: I don't own them, and if I did, Matt wouldn't have a brain tumor and he'd still be champion.

Chapter One: You're A Fighter, Baby

A/N 2: Also, a big thanks to Jen who helped me with the title. I own ya one!

With a heavy sigh Maria Kanellis entered Louisville Area Hospital. The second she entered the white building the smell of disinfectant invaded her nose. Her nose scrunched in disapproval at the smell but kept walking. She got into the elevator and stared down at the card she was holding.

I hope you're awake, Matt. Maria thought just as the elevator doors opened. She hadn't been able to talk to her fiancé and best friend Matt Cappotelli since his surgery days before. He still hadn't awoke, and Maria was beginning to worry.

Would he ever wake up?

She passed many patients in the hallway who were obviously undergoing chemotherapy because all the women, children, and men were balding. She knew that they hated being sympathized over, so she sent them happy smiles though on the inside she was broken.

"Hello Ms. Kanellis." Matt's nurse said as Maria approached Room 221. Maria nodded a hello and ducked inside the room just before the door was shut. She stood against the door and stared at Matt.

Her eyes swept over his sleeping form, and she wondered why this had to be his destiny. She wondered why God chose him to have the tumor. Her eyes landed on his bald head, and a small sob escaped her lips. She knew how much he loved his long hair, and how much it killed him to look in the mirror. Maria glided gracefully across the room in her Happy Bunny slippers and sat in the chair next to his bed. She scooted it as close as possible and rested her head and his forearm.

"Baby…" She whispered, tears leaking from the corners of her eyes. "I miss talking to you. I know you can't talk to me, but I know you can hear me. That's what my mom says, anyway. She says that unconscious people can sometimes hear their loved ones speaking and they wake up. I've prayed to God that you wake up one day."

She wiped away the tears that fell onto his tanned arm and rubbed up and down slowly. Tears kept falling from her eyes as she thought of all the good times they had together. She lifted her head to look at his sleeping form and stared at his face.

"I wish that you could talk, baby. I miss hearing your voice and your laugh." She wiped some more tears away. "Hell, I miss you yelling at me for the stuff I do." She leaned back in the chair with a heavy sigh.

"I have everything for our wedding planned out. I'm going to have a beautiful dress and I know how you wanted it to be on the beach but we live in Louisville so I rented us a chapel. I hope you don't mind. Everyone backstage misses you so much. The fans ask me how you are and I try to tell them the truth but I don't have the heart to tell them that you're… you're not doing well at all." She whispered. She gave his hand a squeeze and let the tears fall from her eyes.

She hated to see him like this. He was so weak and vulnerable. She remembered when he was first diagnosed with the cancerous brain tumor that ultimately affected his life. He had sunk to the floor in tears when he got to their apartment that they shared. Maria had done the best she could to help him realize things happened for a reason.

"Miss Kanellis, I'm sorry to say this but we're going to run some test on Matt and you have to go home." Mrs. Jones said in her thick southern accent. Maria, who was looking over at Matt, snapped her head towards the redheaded chubby nurse.

"What kind of tests?" She asked fearfully. She didn't want them to hurt him any more than they already had.

"The basic diagnostic tests they run after brain surgery. They'll put him through the CAT scan and see if he's having any brain waves or if it grew back. The procedure will take about two hours, and by that time visiting hours will be closed. But I promise that if he wakes up I'll give you a call." She explained carefully.

"Okay…" Maria whispered. She turned back to her unconscious fiancé and leaned over. "I love you, Matt." She murmured in his ear before kissing his slightly warm cheek.

"Have a nice night, Mrs. Jones." Maria said as she walked backwards out of the room. Mrs. Jones nodded and walked over to Matt's bed to look at his vitals. Maria stood in the doorway for a moment staring at Matt before she walked swiftly down the hallway.

She felt like her chest was being squeezed. The smell of disinfectant burned her nose as she took in deep breaths. She ran out of the sliding glass doors and leaned against a white circular pillar. She let her head fall against the cold stone material and closed her puffy eyes.

She thought about all of the things she was stressing over, and wondered if it'd ever get better. She ran a hand through her hair once she stood up straight and walked off towards her car. She drove away from the hospital slowly, her eyes moving into the rearview window every once in a while to look back at the white building that loomed over the smaller ones around it. She couldn't take to look at it anymore so she turned back to the road and watched the scenery pass through the windshield. The place was all too familiar now.

Maria made it home just in time to watch Wheel of Fortune. She settled onto the couch with a bowl of kettle corn. She pulled her Happy Bunny clad legs up to her chest and rested the popcorn bowl on the arm of the couch as she pulled the warm Indianapolis Colts throw down from the back of the couch.

Despite what everyone may think about her, Maria was a pretty smart girl. She called out phrases before most of the letters were up on the board, and she began to tabulate the amount of money she would have been getting in her head. She chowed down into her kettle corn until the show was almost over and the bowl was empty. She definitely loved her sweets.

Just as Jeopardy had started the phone rang, and Maria reached lazily over to get it. It was probably Mickie calling to ask how Matt was doing, or one of the fans Matt had exchanged numbers with. The caller I.D read a name and number that she didn't recognize but she answered it anyway. She'd do anything to ask any fan's question at the moment. She knew Matt would have wanted her to.

"Hello?" She asked in a slightly cheerful voice.

"Maria? This is Mrs. Jones from the hospital." Her southern accent floated through Maria's ears, and the brunette's heart began to pump faster. Was everything okay?

"Oh, hello Mrs. Jones. Is everything okay with Matt? Is he okay?" Maria asked frantically. Mrs. Jones let out a deep breath.

"I think you should come on back to the hospital." Before Mrs. Jones could finish saying why Maria had hung up and was already in her coat. She slipped into her shoes and swung open the front door.

"Please, God, let him be okay. Please let him be okay." She whispered into the silent night. She hopped into her car and sped off as fast as she could to the hospital, pleading in her head that Matt was okay.

A/N: So… yeah, that's the first chapter. I don't know when the next update will be since I was BOMBARDED with projects since they changed my WHOLE ENTIRE SCHEDULE AROUND. So… I have a lot of work to do for those classes. Anyway, reviews are much appreciated and they inspire me to write more.

Rachel