After several days off, Stephanie finally returned to work and the first thing she did was attend a Raw show. Everyone welcomed her back from superstars to crew members. She did not tell anyone about her reason of absence but merely said she was feeling under the weather and was given strict orders to stay home to rest and recuperate. Of course, everyone believed her story and everyone also knew not to question Stephanie McMahon. Whatever she says, you do it or agree and continue with whatever you were doing before.

With about an hour left before the show was over, Stephanie and Paul were sitting on the leather couches in their office when Paul had an idea.

"Hey. Do you wanna call it a night and head out now?"

"What?" she asked with a puzzled look. "What do you mean 'what'? Things always change around here. You're exhausted. I'm exhausted. Let's just call it a night, grab some dinner and head back to the hotel. I'll let Vince know and he won't mind. He will just run things for the final hour." Paul explained.

Her reaction was not one Paul expected. Rather than embracing the idea, she looked away and sighed as though she was annoyed with him. She shook her head and looked back at him.

"I'm guessing you don't want to go?" he asked when he saw the look on her face. "Are you fucking kidding me? Really? What is the matter with you? You think I'm going to just get up and walk out of here? When have I ever done that?" she lashed out. Paul backed away for a moment and couldn't believe what he was hearing from her. "Steph, calm down. It was just a suggestion." He replied back. "Just because I run this place doesn't mean you can too. I make the calls, I make the rules. Not you! Got it!? And no, we aren't leaving! You feel tired? Well too fucking bad! You can go back without me! I have a responsibility here! This is MY company! NOT yours! When you create your own wrestling company you can go ahead and leave whenever you want but until then, you follow MY rules! I'm staying here until the show is over! I don't care if I have to be here till fucking 4AM, I'm not leaving! If you're that tired then you shouldn't have come here then!" she screamed.

Paul sat there looking angry but also wise enough not to open his mouth to add more fuel to the fire. Instead, he got up and walked out, slamming the door behind him. Stephanie sighed and got up to go after him.

"Paul wait." She called out. Paul ignored her and continued to walk down the corridor as Stephanie trailed behind him. When she caught up to him, she grabbed him by the arm and apologized. Paul pulled her into an empty room and closed the door behind him.

"What the hell was that?"

"Look, I'm sorry. I don't know why I did that. Something just came over me and the initial reaction I got was anger." She explained. Paul was unsure whether or not to believe her. He locked his fingers on top of his head and sighed. "You need to chill out, Steph. It was merely a suggestion. If you wanna stay, fine, we will stay. You didn't have to get so nasty with me." He replied. "Paul, I already said I'm sorry. What more do you want from me?" she insisted. Paul dropped his hands and hugged his wife. "Nothing. Just don't go crazy like that again. Geez, I was expecting your head to start spinning like from The Exorcist." He joked. Stephanie slapped his arm and laughed. "You're lucky that didn't happen. Come on, let's go back." She said and opened the door.

Her phone rang. When she saw who it was from, she rushed to her room with Paul and locked the door so they could not be disturbed. She wondered why he'd call at such a late hour.

"Hello?"

"Stephanie. Hi, it's Dr. Myers, how are you?"

"I'm fine but a little worried now that you called me at this hour. I'm assuming you received the results?" she asked nervously. "Yes. I need to see you first thing in the morning in my office. Will you be able to do that?" he asked. She turned around to face Paul who also looked concerned. "Yes. We're on our way now. I will see you then." She answered and hung up.

Paul waited but Stephanie said nothing. "Well?" he asked. "We need to go. Now." She answered. She grabbed her bag and Paul followed behind her. "You go in the car, I'll go tell Vince that we're outta here." He instructed as they walked rapidly down the halls. They went their separate ways and he went to search for Vince who was by the controls not too far from the parking lot. Moments later, he met Stephanie and the two flew to Connecticut on their private plane.

What was a 2 hour flight to Connecticut seemed like a lifetime for the both of them. Both nervous, Stephanie especially, and scared, Paul had to be there for his wife. He noticed she showed no other emotion. He was not sure if she was trying to hide her true feelings or if she was just trying not to think about the worst possible news. The only thing he could do was sit beside her and hold her the entire time as she looked out the window. Throughout the entire flight she never spoke a word.

All night the two of them were up. When they arrived home, rather than sleeping, they stayed up all night. At 7AM they arrived at the hospital looking weary. The doctor sat them both down with a large yellow envelope containing the x rays, MRI, and CT scans.

"I've received the results and after looking through them several times and double checking to make sure your results were not mixed up with any other patient's, I'm afraid I have to tell you that you have a brain tumor." He said with somber.

Paul and Stephanie sat and showed no emotion. How could they? What could their first reaction be? Shock? Sadness? Anger? How does one cope with news like this? Stephanie thought for a moment before finally saying her first words about the news. "So what do we do?"

"Unfortunately the location of the tumor is between your frontal and parietal lobe, between the top and front part of your skull. Is that where you've been feeling your headaches?" he asked. Stephanie nodded with her lips pursed. "Along with that, you may have experienced memory loss, fine motor difficulties, muscle tremors, your understanding may have been off a bit. You could have experienced sudden feelings of anger or sadness or excitement for no apparent reason –"

"I get it, Doctor. I've experienced it all. What do I do next?" she asked hoping to get her answer. The doctor sighed with disappointment and looked down. "I'm sorry. This form of tumor is not curable. The location is very dangerous to operate on. Surgeons could damage either of the lobes or any nerve connected to the lobes or even a gyrus. The only option you have is chemotherapy but that won't guarantee the tumor will shrink or disappear."

"So you're saying either way this tumor is going to remain in me forever."

The doctor nodded with great sadness without ever making eye contact with her. Stephanie looked to her left to Paul who was fighting back tears. She smiled at him and shook her head. She looked at the doctor again.

"So what do you suggest?"

"There's a hospice not too far from here, in Greenwich in fact, that is excellent. I can't make the decision for your but –"

"I'll go." She answered. "Steph." Paul said. "No. It's okay. If it's deemed as excellent then why not? If they have all the best medical technology, then why not?" she told Paul. "Babe, are you sure about this?" he asked her softly. She sighed and nodded. She looked at the doctor and told him to call the hospice and send her files over there. He agreed to do so right away.

Stephanie stood up and Paul stood up after. The stood pushed his chair back and got up to walk over to her.

"I'm so sorry, Ms. McMahon."

Stephanie smiled. "Hey, I work in a company where everything you do, you have to fight for. This is just another obstacle for me and I'll win. I always do."

She turned around and began to walk out of his office. Paul thanked the doctor and shook his hand.

"I'll forward you the information within the next hour or so. Afterwards the hospice will contact you as to when she can officially move in."

"Doctor, are you 100% positive those are her results in that envelope?" Paul asked. "I wish I was wrong." He replied. Paul walked away and met Stephanie who was already sitting in the car waiting for him. Without a word, he turned on the car and drove home.