Spoiler: Raw 1/20/03 (Test/ Jericho)
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Andrew paced around the hospital waiting room. His girlfriend had been injured in a blown spot. He had been sitting there for three hours without a single word on her condition.
It was starting to drive him a little crazy.
"Why are you here?" an elderly woman asked, causing Andrew to turn around.
"My girlfriend was injured on the job. I just wish they would tell me something" Andrew said, frustrated. The woman looked at him and smiled.
"I know what you mean. My granddaughter and great-granddaughter were in a car accident. I've been sitting here six hours and they haven't bothered to update me once. I know Keely was alright but I have no idea with Kaylin," the woman said.
"Andrew Martin" he said, extending his hand. The woman shook it.
"Jean Smith" she replied with a smile. Andrew checked his watch for what he expected to be the hundredth time that night.
"Uh, I hate hospitals. Why did I have to get stuck here of all nights?" he groaned.
"Don't like hospitals?" Jean asked.
"No, Mrs. Smith" he replied. She looked at him.
"Please call me Jean," she said. He looked at her.
"Ok, I've always hated hospitals" he said. He looked towards the doors that led to the exam area of the emergency room.
"Did you ask a nurse?" Jean asked.
"Yes, she said she'd check two hours ago" Andrew explained. He sat down.
"I'm sure she's fine. What happened on the job?" Jean asked.
"She was hit in the head with a steel chair." he replied.
"What does she do?" Jean asked, obviously surprised.
"She wrestles" he replied. Jean looked at him.
"Oh, the WWE?" she asked.
"Yes, you're familiar with the company?" he asked, surprised.
"To a degree." she replied. He checked his watch again.
"Drew, Here, Lance told me to drop off your luggage!" Trish Stratagias said. He took the two duffel bags. "This was found in the woman's locker room," she said, handing him a small wrapped package.
"See you soon!" Drew exclaimed. He examined the small wrapped package. He decided to open it. He uncovered a homemade CD. "Drew, I can't think of a better song to express my feelings for you. I love you with all my heart. Stacy" he read. He took his CD player out of his duffel bag and popped the CD in.
He began to cry as he realized it was "Angel of Mine" by Monica.
"What's wrong?" Jean asked.
"Our friend just brought a present from Stacy to me. Have you ever heard of the song "Angel of Mine"?" he asked.
"By Monica? Yes" jean replied.
"That is the only song that Stacy could find that describes her feelings of me. I hope she's alright," he said. Jean handed him a tissue. He wiped his eyes.
"Mr. Martin?" a nurse asked. Drew got up. "Stacy is awake now. You can go back and see her. Apparently, the doctor has some news that he felt both of you should hear" the nurse explained.
"Well, Jean, it was nice meeting you. I hope we can meet again under better circumstances next time" Andrew said. She smiled.
"No problem, best of luck to Stacy" she said. He turned to follow the nurse.
"Ms Keibler has a major concussion, so, she will be here for
Observation. Apparently, the doctor discovered something in one of her test results" the nurse explained.
"Is it serious?" he asked.
"I can't disclose that" the nurse said. Andrew nodded as she led him into a trauma room.
"You must be Andrew Martin. Stacy has been telling me about you" a woman wearing spinach green scrubs said.
"Yes, I am. Is she alright?" he asked.
"Major concussion, but besides that, she's fine. Now, we ran some tests when you first arrived. We found some interesting results," the woman said. Stacy reached out and squeezed his hand. "Ms Keibler, are you aware of the fact that you're pregnant?"
"What?" Stacy asked.
"You're pregnant," the woman said. Stacy turned around at the sound of trays crashing.
Andrew had fainted.
One hour later… Andrew sat up and looked around as he finally came out of his faint.
"Drew, you're finally awake. Dr. Henderson will do an ultrasound but she wanted to wait until you came to." Stacy explained.
"Oh, sorry, I guess I was a little shocked. Are you happy?" he asked.
"Yes, I guess I am. Are you?" she asked.
"Yes, I am. Wow, we're going to have a baby," he uttered. Dr. Henderson walked in.
"I see you've finally come to. Don't worry; I've seen fathers do a lot worse. Just last night, I had a father puke all over my shoes" she said. Stacy looked at Andrew.
"Oh, I see. That's interesting," he said, looking at Stacy.
"Alright, ready to see your baby?" she asked as she picked up the sonogram wand.
"Yes, we are" Andrew replied, sounding much more confident than he actually felt.
"Ok, Stacy, this might be a little cold" Dr. Henderson warned. She squeezed a vast amount of gel on her stomach. She then proceeded to run the wand through the gel. "Right here, do you see this thing that's going rapidly?" She asked, pointing to a portion of the screen.
"Yes, that's the heart, isn't it?" Andrew asked.
"Yes, it is. Congratulations, you are the parents of an extremely healthy 12- week old fetus," she said. Andrew looked over at Stacy. He felt tears forming in his eyes as he noticed her crying over the tiny image on the screen. "As we speak, the baby is 6-7 centimeters long."
"Wow, that's tiny" Andrew commented.
"The baby might seem small now, but in the next 28 weeks, it'll get bigger, and grow major organs. At the moment, it just barely has bone structure, the fingers and toes have just been separated." Dr. Henderson explained. "Stacy, we will keep you here over night. I also expect you not to wrestle tomorrow"
"Ok" she said sheepishly.
"Andrew, you also have a minor concussion from when you fell headfirst into the pulse ox monitor. We'll be keeping you overnight for that as well." Dr. Henderson told him.
"It could have happened to anyone." he said, embarrassed.
Two hours later… Stacy turned over to notice Andrew sleeping.
"Sleep well, Angel of Mine," she whispered, before falling asleep.
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