Shame on me, it's been way too long since my last update and I'm very sad, but with the holidays comes longer work days, shopping, decorating, wrapping, parties...yeah the ridiculous list goes on! However, I attended the Live Smackdown Tuesday, also got treated to the Raw taping for Christmas Eve (some good stuff on there :D) and told myself I HAD to update before the end of the week, so here I am :) Upside is I have a 4 day weekend thanks to the holidays coming up, so I'm hoping I'll get some quality writing time in and I'll be able to post a Christmas update...fingers crossed!

This chapter we find out what's up with Sara and just how bad her injury is...thanks for all the reviews/favorites/adds...Enjoy!


Standing on the top rope Punk's words replayed in my head; I wasn't ready for this. I hadn't practiced enough, but this match was counting on my performance; I had to throw this moonsault. In mid-flip I lost track of where I was and knew instantly I was in trouble. I ignored the pain trying to get through the rest of the match, but knew I was blowing it when Kaitlyn was sent in early, the EMTs coming down the ramp as the show went to commercial. My arm felt like it was detached from my body as I held it close to my chest trying to get up.

The trip from the ring to the trainer's room was a blur, but I tried my best to stay calm. I knew freaking out would make everything worse, but the pain in my right arm was excruciating. I reluctantly let Dr. Tom examine my injury afraid of what the damage was.

"Well it's definitely out of place. We need to get you to the hospital and have everything checked out, make sure there aren't any tears or breaks on top of the dislocation." I let out a sigh. I hated hospitals, granted I didn't know anyone who did like them, but good news never came from a hospital visit.

"Alright, but can Randy take me? I really don't want to ride in the ambulance, especially seeing this was my fault. I wasn't ready for that finisher, but I went against what I've been told and what my own head was saying and just did it."

"Well hopefully now you've learned your lesson. If you're not one hundred percent comfortable with moves, then don't do them. It's better to improvise and risk being told about it, then to end up in the condition you're in now. You'll probably be out at least two weeks."

"Two weeks? I'll miss the TLC pay per view!"

"That's true kid, but you need the time off to rest up; if you come back before recommended it won't do you any good." I let out another sigh feeling like crying for the first time feeling everything I'd worked for slipping away. Dr. Tom could see I was getting emotional and left me alone to find Randy. I sat alone on the exam table, once again holding my arm to my chest, hot tears beginning to slide down my cheeks, when the sound of someone clearing their throat interrupted my self pity. I quickly wiped the tears away before scoffing seeing none other then CM Punk before me.

"Did you come to say I told you so?" His lips fell into the signature smirk and I felt a little flutter in my stomach, but ignored it. There's no way I had feelings for him; he'd been an ass for the duration that we worked together and ever since our storyline had ended he'd ignored me like the plague. Clearly he was only standing in front of me now to rub in my face that I wasn't as good as I thought I was.

"You would think that, but I actually wanted to see if you were okay, that was a nasty landing. You probably won't believe this, but for the first time I was hoping I was wrong about that moonsault; I didn't like being right." I looked at him unsure if I was hearing him correctly; was Phil Brooks being genuine, or just trying to get me to play into his mind game?

"Well I'm out for at least two weeks, so no pay per view for me."

"Makes two of us…as much as I'm ready to get back in the game, I got word from the front office today that I'm sitting this one out. They want me to be one hundred percent for the Rumble, I'm not happy about it though."

"I'm not happy either, but Dr. Tom knows what he's talking about. It doesn't help that when I screw up, I screw up big; suffered at least a dislocation, possibly more, I'll know more after a trip to the hospital."

"Hospital? Ahh…I hate that place, there's never good news coming from a hospital." I smiled a little as Punk sat next to me.

"Funny, I was thinking the exact thing. I should've never thrown that moonsault; I knew the minute I hit the top rope I wasn't ready for it. Your voice was in my head and my own body was telling me no, but I didn't listen."

"It happens…some times you need an injury to knock you down; remind you you're not immortal. If I would've pushed you a little more then you would have perfected your finisher and none of this would have happened. I'm sorry I let you down Sara…"

"Don't apologize, this isn't your fault. When you were training me I wasn't exactly the best at taking your criticism. I kind of convinced myself that I knew everything, that I didn't need your help, and clearly that was wrong. If anyone should be apologizing, it should be me. I was kind of a pain in the ass…"

"Kind of?" Punk let out a laugh and I reluctantly joined in.

"Okay I was a major pain in the ass, but you weren't much better." Punk was quiet for a minute and I regretted bringing it up. "I'm sorry Phil, I didn't mean..."

"No you have every right to feel that way. I owe you a really big apology Sara because I was a jerk, but there was a reason for it..." I didn't understand what he was saying and searching his hazel eyes didn't help. The answer was right on the tip of his tongue, but before he could say it, we were interrupted.

"Sara are you..." I jumped slightly looking towards the door and finding Randy staring in our direction; he looked betrayed and based on the closeness between Punk and I, it wasn't hard to see what was bothering him. "What the hell is going on in here? What the fuck are you doing in here Punk? Don't you think you caused enough turmoil in Sara's life?" Punk slid off the table as Randy moved closer, thinking quickly I jumped between the two of them.

"Randy we need to go..." His steel blue eyes looked past me; I turned to look at Punk and noticed a similar glare being shot back at Randy. If I didn't move fast things were going to escalate and with all of us injured, that was the last thing anyone needed. "Randy!" I raised my voice finally gathering his attention getting him to glance in my direction. "Please let's just go...I need to get to the hospital and have things checked out; this isn't what you think it was."

"Then what is it exactly?" His full focus was on me and I noticed his clenched jaw, something he tended to do when he was angry.

"We'll discuss this later, please let's just go..." I watched as Randy sent one last warning glare in Punk's direction before taking my uninjured arm and pulling towards the door. Even though I knew I shouldn't, I couldn't resist taking one last glance at Punk. The tiny little flutter I'd felt earlier grew into a ball of fire in my stomach when I saw that smirk planted on his lips and I couldn't help but wonder what was happening to me.