Chapter Three
Elena awoke to find herself lying on a bed, in an unfamiliar room. She tried to look around, but it hurt too much to move. She must have stirred a bit, because her rescuer hurried to her bedside. "Take it easy, sweetie. I bet you feel even worse than you look. Don't even try to move," he said. "Where am I?" Elena managed to ask. "You're safe in my hotel room. I don't think you have any serious injuries. You're one of the lucky ones," he answered. "Why did you help me?" she asked. "Why? Because I had to. Because I couldn't stand by and watch an innocent woman suffer. Because I'm not a bastard like Goldberg. Mostly, though, because I've seen Goldberg do this before, and I know what was coming next. He was gonna kill you," Jericho said solemnly. Elena took the news fairly calmly, probably because she was still in shock. She sat a while in silence, staring at the ceiling. Jericho sat at her bedside, staring at her. Elena looked over at him eventually. "Chris Jericho. Wow. I can't believe I'm actually meeting you. I've idolized you for so long - you're my favorite wrestler by far. I would be more excited, but.but.oh God, what am I gonna do?" she cried, bursting into tears. Elena started convulsing again, and wailed softly. Jericho looked a bit confused, not sure what to do. "Oh God, Chris, I'm so cold." she sobbed. That seemed to make up his mind for him. "Oh, my dear, it will be all right. I'll take care of you. Come on, sweetie, let Chris take care of everything. You just rest and get better. It'll be ok. I promise," he comforted. "What if I'm pregnant? I have no money, no husband, no family. I can't raise a child by myself! I'll lose my job, I'll lose my apartment, where will I go, what will I do?" Elena was in hysterics by this point. Jericho couldn't sit by and watch any longer. He crawled into the bed and put his strong arms around her. "Oh, sweetie. I know. I know it hurts. I know you're worried and scared. But I swear to you that I will take care of you. Go ahead and cry, love. It's ok. I'm here," Jericho whispered to her, holding her close. Elena put her arms around him, buried her head in his chest, and cried herself out. When she finally calmed, Jericho smiled softly. "Feel better, darling?" he asked. Elena nodded, not taking her head away from him. He held her like that until she fell asleep.
Elena awoke to find herself lying on a bed, in an unfamiliar room. She tried to look around, but it hurt too much to move. She must have stirred a bit, because her rescuer hurried to her bedside. "Take it easy, sweetie. I bet you feel even worse than you look. Don't even try to move," he said. "Where am I?" Elena managed to ask. "You're safe in my hotel room. I don't think you have any serious injuries. You're one of the lucky ones," he answered. "Why did you help me?" she asked. "Why? Because I had to. Because I couldn't stand by and watch an innocent woman suffer. Because I'm not a bastard like Goldberg. Mostly, though, because I've seen Goldberg do this before, and I know what was coming next. He was gonna kill you," Jericho said solemnly. Elena took the news fairly calmly, probably because she was still in shock. She sat a while in silence, staring at the ceiling. Jericho sat at her bedside, staring at her. Elena looked over at him eventually. "Chris Jericho. Wow. I can't believe I'm actually meeting you. I've idolized you for so long - you're my favorite wrestler by far. I would be more excited, but.but.oh God, what am I gonna do?" she cried, bursting into tears. Elena started convulsing again, and wailed softly. Jericho looked a bit confused, not sure what to do. "Oh God, Chris, I'm so cold." she sobbed. That seemed to make up his mind for him. "Oh, my dear, it will be all right. I'll take care of you. Come on, sweetie, let Chris take care of everything. You just rest and get better. It'll be ok. I promise," he comforted. "What if I'm pregnant? I have no money, no husband, no family. I can't raise a child by myself! I'll lose my job, I'll lose my apartment, where will I go, what will I do?" Elena was in hysterics by this point. Jericho couldn't sit by and watch any longer. He crawled into the bed and put his strong arms around her. "Oh, sweetie. I know. I know it hurts. I know you're worried and scared. But I swear to you that I will take care of you. Go ahead and cry, love. It's ok. I'm here," Jericho whispered to her, holding her close. Elena put her arms around him, buried her head in his chest, and cried herself out. When she finally calmed, Jericho smiled softly. "Feel better, darling?" he asked. Elena nodded, not taking her head away from him. He held her like that until she fell asleep.
