Chapter 4 - Totally Not an Accident

Punk was working with some of the new call ups in the ring when he heard her scream. He turned around and felt his heart stop, Liz was on a ladder and she was about to fall. He called for someone to get Doc Sampson and ran to Liz, she screamed again and then everything happened in slow motion. They all froze and watched helplessly as Liz went crashing to the ground.

Everyone ran towards Liz in a panic, but no one noticed the one person running in the opposite direction...

She was dead, there was no doubt about it, Liz knew she was dead. A bright, white light, they weren't kidding you really do see a light when you are dying. Was she supposed to go towards the light? Or away from it? Then she heard voices, they were all calling her name, they sound really upset, well at least people are upset over the fact that she was dead. Wait, maybe she isn't dead... Liz forced her eyes open, she saw Punk hovering over her, then she heard Paul and Punk was gone "Hey... come back!" she thought. Punk's face was replaced by Doc Sampson's, he was telling her not to move her head, yeah, no problems there buddy. They were loading her onto the back board, "No!" she gasped, "Please, I am fine, really, I don't want to go to the hospital."

Just then Stephanie appeared out of nowhere, "Lizzie! I am riding with her, come on people, let's get her to the hospital!"

"No, Steph, please." She begged her friend not to let them take her to the hospital, bad things happened in hospitals.

"Lizzie, we have no choice, you need X-rays and an MRI. You could have a spinal injury."

It's not like she could have fought them, she was strapped to the board and loaded on a stretcher. Doc pushed everyone away and got Liz loaded into the ambulance. Everyone was so loud and they were pushing her so fast, Liz's mind was spinning. She closed her eyes and hoped it would all be over soon.

Punk was a mess, his hands were shaking and he kept seeing the fear in Liz's face as they loaded her onto the stretcher. Everyone else was shaken up too, even Jackass Ted. They were all questioning why Liz would go up on a ladder by herself. Sam was actually crying, he should have stayed behind, he should have helped Liz, he could have reached that cable easily.

Paul was by the stage area with the local cops. Shit was going down, there was no way this was an accident, the floor was flat, there was nothing wrong with the ladder, someone was after Liz. And his wife was alone at the hospital with her. He sent his head of security over to the hospital while he watched as they dusted the ladder for fingerprints.

All WWE employees went through a background check before they were hired and that included fingerprints. He called Vince and told him to get all their personnel records sent over to the police station. He hated the idea that one of his people was responsible for this, but he knew security wouldn't let random people wander around the arena before the show started.

Liz was finally alone in her hotel room, she managed to convince Stephanie and Paul that she was fine and just needed to rest. It felt like she was in the hospital for a week, but it was only a few hours. She was one lucky woman and she knew it. There was something about the whole incident, something important, but she couldn't remember what it was. It was driving her crazy. Her brain was all foggy, they must have given her some kind of pain killer in the ER. Dammit!

Punk tore through the hotel looking for anyone who would have an update on Liz. Where was Doc? Paul? Security? He couldn't find anyone. He saw that kid from the set crew nursing a cup of hot chocolate in the lobby. What the hell was his name again? "Yo! Kid!"

Sam looked up and was scared shitless to see CM Punk coming towards him, "You hear anything about Liz? Where is she?"

Punk felt bad that he scared the kid, but at least now he knew that Liz was ok and was in her hotel room. He knocked on her door and hoped that she was still awake. "Coming! Just a minute, I'm kinda slow right now!"

She opened the door and he was stunned, how could someone who just fell off a ladder and spent five hours in the emergency room look so hot? She was wearing pink and lime green plaid pajama pants and a white tank top. Oh, god she wasn't wearing a bra, don't be creepy, stop staring at her chest! She stepped aside to let him in and turned to hobble back to the bed. Her back was already turning purple, it's amazing she was even able to walk.

"Liz! I can't believe they let you leave so soon. How do you feel?" He wanted to punch himself in the throat, that was a stupid question, she obviously felt like shit.

Liz rolled her eyes at him, what was he even doing here? "I feel like I fell off a ladder, dumbass." He flinched, that was bitchy, he came to see how she was, she shouldn't be mean, "I'm sorry, that was bitchy."

"No, it's ok, it was a stupid question." He scratched the back of his head, "So, um, do you need anything? Something to eat? Coffee?"

"Actually, some juice would be nice. They gave me some kind of pain killer and my mouth feels like cotton."

She was laying on her bed sipping her juice and Punk was sitting next to her. "Thanks, I owe you twice now." He shook his head, "Nope. This one doesn't count, only an asshole would say no to you right now." And only an asshole would be staring at her chest, he could see the outline of her nipples and he was dying to see how hard he could make them.

Liz finished her juice and looked at Punk, "That wasn't an accident you know," she said "I saw something right before I fell and I can't remember what it was. I just know it was important."

He wasn't surprised, the cops wouldn't be hanging around that long for a simple accident. "Tell me everything you do remember and maybe we can figure it out together."

Over an hour passed and Liz was having a hard time keeping her eyes open, they went over everything they both remembered seeing and nothing was jogging her memory. "You should really get some sleep, can I get you anything else?"

"No thanks, Punk, you've been so much help tonight." She looked so cute when she was sleepy.

"Alright then, goodnight Liz. Oh and by the way, you can call me Phil."

Liz gave him a sleepy little grin, "OK Phil! Sweet dreams!"

He would have sweet dreams, sweet dreams of her gorgeous breasts in that tank top. He should probably take a cold shower before going to bed.