A/N: I decided, probably against my better judgment to continue this story. The last one-parter I made into a series was "Hugs and Kisses" and we all know what a monstrosity of a fic that turned into. Hope this one can be just as good. :)

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Chris watched as the doctors rushed in to help Stephanie. He stood frozen as they worked frantically on her. This whole thing was like a nightmare. Some horrible nightmare that he was forced to endure. It seemed like it was just some terrible other reality as he watched them try to save Stephanie's life.

"Chris, what exactly are you doing here?" Vince asked.

Chris turned around and faced him, "I heard about Stephanie and I had to come and see her."

"I thought you didn't like her."

Chris sat down heavily on one of the hard hospital chairs, "I love her Vince."

"What?"

Chris ran his hands through his hair, "I'm in love with your daughter, and I have been for the longest time."

"Well, this is quite a surprise," he said, not knowing exactly what to say.

"No it's not," Linda piped in. Chris and Vince both looked at her, shock plainly on their faces.

"Excuse me?" Chris said.

"Chris, I knew you were in love with her. Very deeply I think."

"I was going to tell her today, but then this happened. And now I may never get to tell her," he said sadly, tears starting to reform in his eyes.

Linda moved to sit next to him, and wrapped a comforting arm around him, "Shh, don't think like that. We have to stay positive. All of us."

They waited while the doctors continued to work on Stephanie. The three people sitting outside all had the worst running through their brains. An eternity later one of the doctors came out of the room.

"Are you with Ms. McMahon?"

"Yes, we are," Linda answered, grasping Vince's hand, preparing for the worst.

"We've stabilized her for now." They all breathed a sigh of relief.

"However we don't know if her brain functions are normal. We're running tests later to find out."

"Are you saying she may be brain dead?" Vince asked.

"It is a possibility."

Linda started crying in earnest. Vince wrapped his arms around her and let her cry in his shoulder. Chris stared blankly at the door to Stephanie's room. He didn't know what to do. He felt helpless and the feeling was so foreign to him.

"And if she is?" Chris asked, taking control of his vocal chords.

"Then the only thing keeping her alive would be the machines. If the test do show that she is, it would be in your and her best interest to consider letting her go," he said gently.

Chris nodded mutely, "Vince, I have to go to the arena for the show, but will you please keep me posted?"

"Are you sure you're ok to wrestle. I don't want anyone else hurt tonight."

"I think I need to get my mind off of this. I'll be fine."

"If you're sure?"

"I am."

"Then good luck."

"Thanks," Chris said, walking away.

Vince called out after him, "Chris?"

"Yes?"

"If Stephanie makes it through this, you both have my blessing."

"That's going under the assumption that she would actually return my feelings Vince."

"If she's smart, and I know my daughter is smart, then she would return them."

"I hope so," Chris said, then leaving.

He drove slowly to the arena, just thinking about how this day had made a turn for the worse. And why he was the only one at the hospital with Vince and Linda. Didn't anyone else care that Stephanie was in the hospital let alone maybe her deathbed? What kind of assholes did he work with? He knew some people still harbored ill will towards the youngest McMahon, but still not even checking up on her while she was in the hospital, it was atrocious.

Chris made it to the arena and got out of his car. He walked in and back to his locker. He didn't know what had happened to the flowers that he had gotten for Stephanie. Maybe he'd get her flowers later and put them in her room. It would be a nice contrast to the drab state it was in currently.

Kurt walked into his locker room, "Hey man, how is she?"

"Not good," Chris said quietly.

"Is it really bad?"

"She might be brain dead," he told him, choking on his words.

"Oh my God," Kurt whispered to himself before sitting down next to him.

They sat silently for a few moments, before Chris got up and grabbed his ring attire from his bag. He went into the bathroom and changed into his wrestling tights. He walked back out and grabbed his wrist tape and slowly started putting it on.

"What are you doing?" Kurt asked, finally breaking free of his reverie.

"I'm getting ready for my match."

"Your match, you're not actually going to wrestle are you?" Kurt asked, in disbelief.

"Yeah, I am."

"But Stephanie, and you, and--"

"I need to take my mind off of it for a while," Chris said, finishing up on his wrists.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes, I'm sure."

"Fine. Are you going to the hospital later?"

"Yeah, I'm going as soon as my match is over."

"Would you mind if I came along?"

"No, not at all. I'm sure that Stephanie would appreciate the visitors."

"Good, I'll see you later then."

"Yeah, later," Chris echoed.

He walked out of the room, and to the gorilla. He jogged in place for a moment trying to loosen up. Tonight's match was quite appropriate for the situation. He was fighting none other than Stephanie's ex-husband, HHH. He would not only get to beat the tar out of the man who had broken Stephanie's heart, but he'd get to let out the pent-up anger he had at the situation of his life.

He walked out into the arena in his character. If you looked at him, you would have thought nothing was wrong. But inside he was aching, his heart was aching. These people had no idea that inside he was hurting.

He got to the ring and watched as HHH swaggered down to the ring, the title on his arm. A week before, Jericho would've cared about getting that title, but now, now he had bigger things on his mind. The woman he loved was lying in a hospital bed, and she may already be gone.

HHH entered the ring and they immediately started brawling. Chris put all his focus into his match. He got the upper hand and whipped HHH into the corner. HHH's back bumped against the turnbuckle. Chris started chopping away on his chest. HHH could tell that he was pissed about something.

"What the fuck is your problem?" HHH muttered.

"Shut up asshole."

HHH pushed him off and threw him into the ropes and nailed him with a clothesline. Chris was knocked on his back, and HHH started kicking him. Chris grabbed his legs and knocked HHH down and locked him in the Walls.

"This is for Stephanie," Chris grunted as he locked them in tighter.

HHH was forced to tap, but Chris didn't let go. The referees ran down to the ring and tried to get Chris off. After a few moments, Chris let go. He grabbed his newly won title and stalked backstage. He didn't care that he won the title. All he cared about was getting out of here and back to Stephanie.

He was abruptly turned around and came face-to-face with HHH. Chris narrowed his eyes. He didn't have time for this shit. He turned to walk away again, but once again HHH spun him around.

"What the hell do you want Trips?"

"What the fuck was that out there?"

"That was a match."

"I know what it was, why the hell wouldn't you let go?"

"I've got places to be."

"No you don't, Hunter said, shoving him up against the wall.

"I have to go see someone, leave me the hell alone."

"No, right now, you're seeing me."

"Your ex-wife is in the hospital," Chris blurted out.

HHH froze, "What are you talking about?"

"She was in an accident, she's in a coma."

"No," he whispered.

"Yes, and they don't know if she's ok. I have to be there."

"I'm sorry, go," Hunter said, letting him go. He stood there for a long time.

Chris ran to his locker room to find Kurt already dressed, ready, and waiting inside. He nodded quickly to Kurt and grabbed his things. He walked into the bathroom and took a quick shower and changed. As soon as he walked out the door, Kurt was up and they left. Not a word was spoken as they walked silently to Chris's car. They arrived at the hospital in no time and walked up to Stephanie's floor. Vince and Linda were still there.

"Any word?" Chris asked as he walked up.

"No, not yet," Linda said.

"Have they done the tests."

"Yes, they did them about an hour ago."

"Ok," Chris nodded.

"Hello Linda, Vince," Kurt said.

"Kurt, it's nice that you could come," Linda said.

"Thanks."

The doctor came up to them just then, "We have the test results."

"We're ready to hear them," Vince said.