I bet you guys thought I forgot about this one... but I didn't! I wanted to finish up True Love. I'll probably be posting a new story soon... just gotta tweak it a little. So keep an eye out for it, mmkay?
Lilian sighed from her bed for what seemed like the hundredth time that night. She watched as the doctor examined the x-rays for her wrist closely, frowning as he scratched his chin. Finally, he turned to the small blonde, smiling sympathetically.
"Ms. Garcia, I'm sorry but your wrist is broken," he said. "Right here," Dr. Morris added, circling something on the x-ray. Lilian didn't really see what the doctor was talking about, but she took his word for it… after all the throbbing in her wrist was making it hard to concentrate on anything…
However, Lilian still nodded in agreement as he pointed at the bone. She had, after all, felt and heard the bones in her wrist snap when Rob had stepped on her hand. "I need to set your wrist before we can put a cast on it, though," Dr. Morris stated, making a note in her chart. "My assistant is going to get some things then I'll be back in, okay?" Lilian nodded again, watching as the doctor left the small room.
"You don't have to stay here, you know," Lilian said softly, not even bothering to turn her head to the man leaning on the door frame.
Randy smiled at Lilian, pushing himself away from the door so he could be closer to the little blonde before saying, "Maybe I want to stay here."
Lilian chuckled, tracing the pattern of her skirt quietly, keeping her eyes downcast. "This can't be fun for you. You can go… I'll figure this all out. I'll be fine."
"Hey," Randy whispered, moving so he was sitting in the chair next to her bed. He sat down, placing a finger under her chin and lifting her face up so she was actually looking at him. "It's not fun for you either. Not to mention the fact that I will worry about you all night, wondering if you've made it back to the hotel safe and sound, or if you've passed out in the parking garage or something," Randy pointed out, taking her tiny right hand in one of his. "So I'm not going anywhere."
Lilian smiled, somewhat relieved that Randy was ignoring her pleas. She really didn't want to be alone, but felt like she should be putting up a strong front. She felt a shiver run through her body as Randy reached his other hand up and stroked the side of her face with his hand, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear before resting his hand on her cheek.
"You're pretty," Randy finally said quietly, breaking the comfortable silence that had fallen over the two of them.
Lilian laughed briefly, wondering if he was joking. "I have a broken wrist, a concussion, and bruises on my side and back. I don't even want to know what my hair and makeup look like, and I'm pretty sure this outfit is wrinkled and hideous right now. And you're telling me I'm pretty? Randy Orton, you really know how to win a girl over when she feels and looks like shit."
Randy smiled at her briefly, stroking her cheek with the pad of his thumb. "Maybe I'm telling the truth," he murmured.
The two sat there quietly, not moving until the medical assistant came into the room, whistling cheerfully. "So, have you ever broken a bone before?" he asked as he set up the necessary supplies, oblivious to the fact he had just interrupted a personal moment.
Lilian sighed as Randy sat back, smiling at her encouragingly, still holding her uninjured hand. "No," she finally replied, leaning her head back.
Lita sighed, closing her eyes as the doctor worked on closing up the wound at the base of her neck. She was very lucky… the cut wasn't as deep as she originally thought, but still it was deep enough to require a few stitches to close up the wound. Lita tried to move her shoulder a little bit, feeling the stiffness settling there thanks to the Angle Slam she had taken earlier.
"You hangin' in there, Red?"
She jumped slightly at his voice, as she almost forgot that John had been standing quietly in the doorway.
"Yeah, I'm fine," Lita said. "My shoulder's a little stiff, but I'll live. I'm more worried about Lilian and Edge and Mick."
"I can understand that," John replied, moving to sit in the chairs. "I'm sure they are going to be okay, though. If you want, I can make a few calls."
Lita sighed, shaking her head as the doctor finished his stitches. "I couldn't do that to you, John. You've already done enough."
"I didn't do enough, Lita," John said softly.
"What do you mean?" Lita asked, confusion evident in her tone.
"You're sittin' here, gettin' stitches. Obviously, I didn't get out there in time," John blurted out.
Lita merely stared back at the young superstar, frowning at his words as she pointed to the back of her head. "John… it… this is not your fault."
John shook his head miserably. "Like you're one to talk. You're sittin' here blamin' yourself about what happened to Lilian when she probably could have saved herself."
Lita glared at him, gritting her teeth. "That was low, Cena. You have no business bringing her into this-"
"What?" John shrugged. "Lilian could have left the ring to save herself-"
"-but she didn't." Lita cut him off. "Lilian paid for that because she didn't want me to get hurt."
"Well, you did."
"So what, this is Lilian's fault?" Lita asked incredulously. "She got hurt worse than me!"
"I'm sure that Lilian will be fine-"
"-and I won't know that until I see her, now will I-"
"-but just a little shook up-"
"-thanks to me." Before John could interrupt her again, she shook her head. "Everyone is probably blaming me. They actually like Lilian, but me? No one cares about me. They all are gonna blame me for Lilian getting hurt."
"No," John answered, exasperated with the way this conversation was going. "It's not your fault, Lita."
"And it's not your fault either," Lita replied, placing a hand at the back of her head. "At least you helped. There are plenty of guys in the locker room who didn't move when they saw them attacking Lil and I."
"I didn't move fast enough…"
"And I should have forced Lilian to leave."
The two sat in silence before John spoke up, chuckling softly. "This is stupid."
"Yeah, it is," Lita replied, allowing the silence to reign over the room for several moments.
"So we're at agreement here?" John finally spoke up. Seeing the confused look on the injured redhead's face he elaborated, "It's not my fault, or your fault, or Lilian's fault. If it's anyone's fault, it's those bastards from ECW."
"Just a few more minutes before your cast is finished, Ms. Garcia," the medical assistant told Lilian, noticing the fact she looked pale and tired.
"How's your head?" Randy asked quietly, giving her hand a slight squeeze.
"It hurts," Lilian admitted. "I just want to go to sleep."
"Just hang on a few minutes, okay? Once Dr. Morris is done, we'll get out of here and you can slip into some nice pajamas or whatever and go to bed."
Lilian nodded, regretting the action immediately as she watched as the doctor work on her cast carefully. Finally, he finished, allowing the plaster to set for a few moments before looking up at Lilian. "You're all set. Let me get your release papers set, and you're free to go," Dr. Morris said, patting Lilian's arm gently.
"Thank you," Lilian replied, shifting slightly so she could look back at Randy. She smiled briefly at him, bringing her eyes down to the floor.
"What's wrong, Lilian?" Randy asked, his tone concerned at the sudden change in her demeanor. "Is it your head?"
"Hmm?" she asked, looking back at him. "Oh… I just… I don't know, Randy. I mean, I'm worried about Lita. And I'm trying to understand why Rob broke my wrist. I mean, I considered him a friend, Randy. Why would he hurt me like that?"
Randy looked at Lilian, feeling horrible for the little blonde as he tried to figure out what to say. The normally confident ring announcer actually looked like a little girl as she cradled her broken wrist to her chest, her eyes downcast once again, something that he never thought he would see out of the blonde. "I don't know, Lilian," Randy finally replied. "I wish I could answer, but I can't. But sometimes people do stupid things to the ones that they love."
Lilian brought her tear filled gaze up to Randy's, her green eyes displaying her hurt. "Rob doesn't love me," she whispered ruefully. "If he did, he wouldn't have done this to me… he would have let me… and Lita, go. He would have fought for us… not allowed us to get… mauled, like animals." She hesitated, dropping her gaze again. "And you shouldn't have to be my babysitter. Just go. I'm sure you have better things to do… so I'll figure something out."
"I told you, Lilian. I'm not leaving you here."
"I'm sorry… I'm just in pain and am feeling sorry for myself. You probably think I am the biggest baby in the world right now. I'm just… scared, I guess."
"Scared of what?"
"That Rob and everyone is going to try to finish what they started. That… I'm gonna get hurt again."
Randy chuckled, placing a large hand on her uninjured hand once again. "You're gonna be okay, Lilian," he soothed. "Rob isn't going to hurt you again."
"How… how can you be sure?"
Randy pulled her hand to his lips, kissing it gently before whispering, "Trust me. I'm not gonna let him."
End Part 3
