Hesitate
Chapter 4
Trauma

The rain started to pour down shortly after the event had ended, making the night sky even darker than normal. Jeff drove slowly through the rain; one hand firmly on the steering wheel, the other gently stroking Katalyna's hair. She was softly whimpering in pain, laying completely flat in the cab of the truck. They both were happier than ever, considering they just got contracts to start under WWE's developmental grounds. Although, Jeff was more concerned about Katy then he had ever been before. He'd never seen her in this much pain before, and it was really starting to scare him.

"Shorty, please let me take you to the hospital..." He begged, barely even in a whisper. She shook her head no. "Jeffy, I...I'll be fine. I can't let anyone see me like this. They'll think the worst...and.." He cut her off - "And what? Huh? Call the cops? Good, Katy. Your dad did this to you. He should be locked up for what he did to you!" He said, nearly yelling now. She started to cry again, and his heart instantly tore a little more. He felt horrible for raising his voice. "Look, baby, I'm sorry. He deserves it and you know it." He repeated, his voice nearly whispering again.

"Jeff, please..." She whispered. "Let's just go home...I'm sure I'll be much better by morning." She insisted, nodding her head. Jeff saw how pale her face was, even in the dark cab. Her face was swollen from her dad hitting her, the rest of her body ached from where he kicked her. The match just made it all worse...

"Jeff, stop..." Katalyna said suddenly, sitting herself up. Jeff instantly pulled over quickly; and before they were at a complete stop she was leaning out the side door. The third time she'd thrown up today. Jeff ran his hand through his hair, and down his face. He didn't know what to do. She only seemed to be getting worse. He reached over to turn the light on in the cab, and then grabbed her hair to hold it back. She turned back around to face him when she was done, eyes wide in panic. Jeff's stomach dropped, and his mouth hung open. Blood dripped down the sides of her mouth, as she went to spit it out. "Okay, maybe I should go to the hospital..." Her voice was weak, cracking at the last word. As soon as the truck door was shut, Jeff pressed the gas pedal to the floor, driving faster then he ever had.

Jeff held her hand, his heart breaking seeing Katalyna hooked up to dozens of wires and machines. It was now nearly five am. They had been there for almost six hours, and nobody knew exactly what was wrong with her. They had run dozens of tests, all coming up negative. They had just done a few more, which they were currently waiting on. Her fragile body lay there motionless, finally sleeping. At first, after seeing her abdomen and all of her bruises, they assumed she could have internal bleeding. Although the tests had come up negative.

Jeff gritted his teeth, thinking about what she had said earlier. "Tell them the truth, Katy. Just do it." He encouraged, as the doctor asked what had happened to her. By all the bruises, only a complete moron wouldn't realize she had been abused. "I, I'm a wrestler." She stated,"I had a really intense match, and I got hurt. That's all." She insisted, avoiding the doctors eyes.

Jeff stared at her in disappointment. How could she not tell him? She was afraid. She was too good of a person. She didn't want her father to go to jail, even though he deserved it. She just wanted to get away, and let everything work itself out without any drama of any kind. That was just the kind of person she was. Not caring about herself, just not wanting to cause any drama for anybody else. Even the one person that hurt her the most.

Her eyes fluttered open, and she instantly smiled seeing Jeff still sitting next to her. "Any news?" She choked out, her voice so horse it was barely a whisper. He shook his head no, before tucking a lose strand of hair behind her ear for her. The doctor knocked quickly, before entering the room. "How are you feeling, Miss. Prescott?" Dr. Andrews asked, reading over her chart while writing a few things on it. "Just a ray of sunshine." Katalyna joked, trying to lighten the mood. Jeff bit down on his tongue when he noticed the doctor didn't even fake a smile at Katy's attempt to be funny. Most doctors would at least try to smile. He knew they were about to hear something they really didn't want to hear.

"Miss. Prescott," The doctor started, but she was cut off. "Katalyna." "Okay, Katalyna... sweetheart, before you got these bruises, how were you feeling the past few weeks?" The doctor randomly asked. Jeff tilted his head in confusion, and then looked over to Katalyna who was trying to think back. "Uh, fine I guess. Why?" "When was your last menstrual cycle?" Katy tried to think, her heart felt like it stopped beating when she realized she couldn't remember how long it had been. Jeff watched Katy's face turn from a flushed red, to pale white, before it was bright red again. His stomach dropped, and his mind went blank. "I...I'm not sure. I don't pay much attention to it because I've always been irregular. But now that you mentioned it... I think it's been about two or three months." She whispered the last sentence breathlessly. Jeff's hand made its way over his mouth, and he let his head drop into his hands. Suddenly, in that one second, their world completely changed.

Jeff sat in silence, his head still in his hands. Katy's breathing started to pick up, until she was nearly hyperventilating. She could hear the heart-rate monitor she was hooked up to, beep incredibly fast behind her, and the room started to spin. "Katalyna," the doctor began, speaking slowly and hesitantly. "The reason you were vomiting most of the day, including when you started vomiting up the blood...is because you were pregnant." She informed them quietly, pausing in between sentences. "I'm so sorry, but, with all the trauma your body went through the past two days, the baby just couldn't survive it. It was much too fragile at only 8 weeks gestation."

Katalyna's eyes swelled with tears, as her breathing slowed down each second until she was back at a normal pace, and then it slowed even more until she felt like she couldn't breathe. Like someone had just buried her alive, with hundreds of pounds on her chest. She slowly brought her hand up to her mouth, trying to take deep breaths to no avail. She tried to comprehend what was happening, but she was confused. All she could feel was pain. The emotional pain she was feeling completely swept over her, covering the physical pain she was in just a few moments before. Jeff was frozen in shock, trying to wrap his head around it. Katalyna had been pregnant. Neither of them had even known, until it was too late. He snapped out of his thoughts when he heard Katy sobbing. Quickly he stood up, wrapping his arms around her. He cradled her head against his shoulder as she sobbed. The doctor slowly backed out of the room, closing the door behind her to give them some privacy.

She sobbed loudly, tears drenching Jeff's shirt. He couldn't accept what was going on. It was like his world just took a huge turn. He felt like someone had just punched him in the stomach. The room got blurry as the tears swelled up in his eyes, he tucked his head into Katy's hair. He lightly kissed her head as she continued sobbing.

"Come on, Katy. What's the matter with you? We did everything to get these contracts, now you don't even want to go?" Jordyn asked angrily, as she packed up her room. Katalyna sat on Jordyn's bed; not moving, or even speaking. "What the fuck has even gotten into you? You haven't brushed your hair, or worn anything but sweats in almost a week! It's starting to freak me out." Skye added in, as she walked back into the room with more boxes for Jordyn. It was now Sunday, six days after the show; their plane left for Florida in five short hours. Katy had been out of the hospital since Tuesday morning; the only thing, nobody but Jeff even knew she had even been there. Katy stared off into space, barely even blinking. She swallowed the lump in her throat, before speaking for the first time in an hour. "I just...can't...go." She spoke slowly, and softly. Skye rolled her eyes, before plopping down on the bed and opening up a magazine.

Jordyn sighed, and sat down next to her. Quite frankly, she was getting scared by how Katy was acting. "Jeff's still going, right?" She asked. Katalyna nodded, still staring off into space. "Then what's the problem? Did you guys get into a fight or something?" Jordyn asked, placing a hand on Katy's back. "I doubt it, I don't think they've even fought once since I met them." Skye pointed out, answering Jordyn's question. "What? They never fight! It's not normal." She continued, now picking at her fingernails. "Look, guys...please. I just, can't. You'll understand later." Katalyna said softly.

"Why can't we understand now?" Jordyn asked, even more concerned now than she was a minute ago. "Just...please. You guys go. I need to be here. Call me when you're all settled, okay?" She said, faking half a smile to them. She gave them each a small hug before leaving the room.

It only took her five minutes to get from Jordyn's house to Jeff's. Her hands were buried in the pockets of her large sweatshirt, music blaring in her earphones. She hadn't changed out of her sweatshirt since she left the hospital, and always had her earphones in to block out reality. She slowly walked up the stairs of her new house. She wouldn't ever be able to go back to her dad's after last week. Jeff didn't even turn around when he heard her enter the room, he just kept focus on packing. She gently lay down on the bed, pulling the blanket up past her shoulders. They both barely spoke to anybody but each other, both overwhelmed with emotion. Depression had taken over them, especially Katy. "Baby, please re-think this..." He whispered from the opposite side of the room. She closed her eyes, not wanting to talk anymore. "After everything you put yourself through to get this, you can't just give it up." He said, without even looking at her. His words were emotionless, just like he had been all week. He nearly sounded like a robot every time he spoke.

"I tried, I failed. Like I do at everything. I'll just stay in a cocoon the rest of my fucking life." The words came out more harsh then she had meant, but the part of her that didn't care out-weighed the part that did. "Katy...shut up." Jeff said, finally some emotion in his voice. He turned around and stood up. "Shut. The. Fuck. UP." His voice was louder than she had ever heard it before, and it scared her. If it was any other day, or week, she'd probably be crying right now; but her eyes were so dry, every tear they produced, got sucked right back up. It's like she had no more tears left to cry. "Get over your self pitty. You aren't the only fucking one who lost something...someone..." He said, tears welling up in his eyes. He marched out of the room, slamming the door behind him. Katalyna was speechless, feeling herself fall deeper into the black hole she had already been in.

Two hours had passed, and Jeff hadn't come back. Katalyna sat motionless staring out the window since he had left, waiting for any signs of life. The most she had seen was Claude working in the garden, and Matt packing up the car. She silently said a prayer to herself that Jeff came back soon. All of his stuff was still here, but the flight to Florida left in less than an hour. Taking a deep breath, she swept the hood of her sweatshirt off of her head, and ran her fingers through her hair. What Jeff had said to her, even if it wasn't that big, really got to her. It was just what she needed. Something in her mind clicked, and suddenly she was standing up throwing all of her things into any free suitcase and backpack she could find.

She had been so preoccupied packing, she hadn't even heard Jeff's truck pull up. He entered the room, back to the robot state he had been in all week. She turned around, and took a deep breath. "Jeff, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said what I said...and you were right. WE lost the baby, not just me." She looked into his green eyes, but he was still showing no emotion. He simply nodded, and went to grab his stuff. "Jeff...I'm not giving up." She said simply, still watching him. "Good. I'm glad to hear that." He simply replied before he carried a few bags down to the car.

Disclaimer: I DO NOT own WWE, Jeff Hardy, Matt Hardy, Chris Jericho, Shannon Moore, Ted DiBiase Jr, or any other wrestlers, names, wrestling moves, talent, or anything else you may see in this story. The only thing's I own are my OC's.