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A/N: Yay, I'm glad everyone likes it so far. Thank you for the reviews. ^__^ I'm not exactly sure where I'm going with this yet, but oh well. It'll work out over time. Enjoy!

He awoke with a start, sweat dripping down his back and face. The dream played like a broken record every night while he was out traveling with the WWE. And every night and morning, he called to make sure everything was alright. This had been going on for two weeks now. Jeff didn't feel right. He wanted to make the nightmare stop, but that involved going back there. To see why these dreams were happening.

The call came about a month before this. It was from the hospital where Coral was getting her treatment. Her doctor, Dr. Jesse Leamer, said she was finally allowed to have visitors once a week and asked if he wanted to come see her. Startled by the call, Jeff couldn't think of why Coral would want to see Jeff. He was half of the reason she was in that place after all. Sure, he still thought about her (pre-dreams) and wondered how she was doing. But she also tried to break him and Beth up, kill his best friend, and injured his brother. As much as he wanted to, he couldn't forget that.

Forgetting that meant Coral's stay in the hospital was useless. Visiting her could lead right back to what put her there in the first place: a breakdown. But then there was his own selfish wonder. If he finally gave in to the doctor's suggestion, would the dreams stop? Could he finally go on his job without worrying he'd come home to disaster?

With a sigh, he crawled out of bed and saw that his travel buddy, Shane Helms, was in the shower. Shane, who had been not present for the majority of Coral's stay only heard about the horror secondhand. He was also the only one who knew about Jeff's dreams and problems.

Shane had said he should visit Coral, which surprised him. You'd think the safety issues that could erupt from said visit would plague him to say no. But maybe Shane had been right. He'd said, "Well maybe seeing you would help her more. From what you've said, she liked you… if only a little too much. I'd think without anyone who happened to mean something to her, she'd never get well."

The bathroom door opened, exposing Shane in a towel. One look at Jeff's frazzled state told him one thing. "It happened again?" he asked, walking over to his bed. From there he dung around in his suitcase, pulling out a t-shirt and a pair of jeans.

"Yep," Jeff murmured, staring back at his face in the mirror. It looked like he didn't even sleep at all. There were dark, purple circles under his eyes and the rest of his face was puffy. Thank God at the show tonight he'd have the face paint on. That would be all he would need, the aftermath of no sleep leading some internet personality to think he was using drugs again. "I don't know what it fucking means, man."

Shane looked up from putting on his clothes. "I told you, I don't think it's an omen. I think it means you should go visit her."

Jeff rolled his eyes. "And what if this leads to the dream coming true…?"

Shane countered Jeff's eye roll with one of his own. "You're thinking negatively. The doctors can work wonders at those hospitals. My cousin, when I was young was admitted to one for being bi-polar too. Three months there and she was a new person."

"You've never met Coral," Jeff couldn't help but reply. "She's… crazy."

"Calling someone crazy is what makes them crazier in the first place," Shane sighed. "By going there you're going to help her, man. I'm telling you."

Jeff sighed. "I know, I keep thinking that. But the dreams and the possibility of the opposite happening is what keeps me from going."

"So here is what you do." Shane sat down backwards onto a stair and looked Jeff head on. "You visit her once. See what happens. If it doesn't go the way you want it to, tell her you're very busy with the WWE for the next few weeks and when she asks to see you again, say you don't know how long it will be. So then you wait a few more months. And go back, the same deal if she doesn't seem any better…"

"I don't know, Shane."

"Just try it. Would you rather sleep without the nightmare, or wonder if going to see her could stop it once and for all and let you sleep again?" Shane stood up, grabbing his gym bag with a look of knowing of his face. He then pulled his keys from the dresser to his right. "I'll see you tonight at the taping. Just think about it."

Aha, I tricked y'all! It was just a dream. Where to next? Oh knows! *giggles*