Punk felt great after spending the night at home, he always slept better when he was in his own bed. Now he was up and dressed and picking up breakfast to bring to Liz. He was determined to find out what was bothering her and even more determined to get her to eat. He overheard Doc Sampson and Paul talking about her, OK, maybe overheard was putting it mild, to be honest, he was eavesdropping. They both noticed all the same things that he did, except they were jumping to the wrong conclusion, they thought she was hooked on pain killers from her fall. He knew better, he knew she wouldn't take the pills, in fact he was willing to bet his right arm that she didn't even bother filling the prescription. Of course, he couldn't tell them that because then they would know that he was standing there with his ear up against the door, they were planning on calling Liz in for a drug test.

A few minutes later, he was knocking on the door to Liz's hotel room, she opened the door and moved aside to let him in. He went to hug her, but she ducked away, "Sorry, I'm running late."

"Well, then it's a good thing I am here. I am saving you from having to stop for breakfast, I have for you the most delightful bacon and egg sandwich in all of Chicago and a very large cup of the finest hazelnut coffee to wash it down with." No matter how bummed she was, Punk knew that Liz would never be able to resist bacon, she smiled at him for the first time in weeks and sat down to eat her breakfast with him.

"OK, you are right, that was an awesome breakfast."

"This is the first time I've seen you eat in weeks, Lizzie. Doc thinks you are hooked on pain killers, come on, tell me what's bothering you."

Liz looked at Phil, his pretty green eyes were clouded with concern. She should tell him, but not now, she should have been at the arena by now. "I'm sorry, Phil. Tonight, over dinner, I promise." He pulled her in for a hug, she sighed, she really missed him, she squeezed him back and held on a little longer than she normally would. "Thanks for breakfast."


Turns out that Phil was right, as soon as she got to the arena Paul and Doc pulled her into the trainer's room. They only believed her when she pulled the prescription slip out of her bag, "See, I never even filled it. The only pain killers I took were the ones they gave me when I was too out of it to object." She had to go through the drug test anyway, she was a little hurt, Paul should know her better than that.

Liz focused on work, her crew was perfect, they hardly even needed directions from her anymore. She congratulated them on finishing the set up in record time and told them to take an hour to get something to eat. She made her way over to catering, she wanted to find Phil and thank him for the heads up about Doc, otherwise she wouldn't have thought to put the prescription in her purse. She saw Phil at the same time as Colt Cabana and Lita (no Amy, call her Amy) came in, she watched as Punk and Colt did that man hug thing and then Amy threw herself into his arms and gave him a very enthusiastic hug. Liz felt her stomach drop, she knew they had dated in the past, but she was pretty sure that they were just friends now. Apparently, they were really close friends, judging by that hug. Liz and Phil were friends, they hugged all the time, but not like that. She felt her eyes fill with tears, no, she couldn't cry here, she had to leave before anyone saw her.

Punk looked everywhere for Liz, he wanted his friends to meet her, he knew they would get along famously. When he finally found her, she was working with the camera crew and the sound guys on incorporating a last minute change into the card. He would have waited, but he didn't have time, he was the opening segment and he needed to get into his gear.

As soon as the show was over, Liz left the crew to break down without her, she hurried back to her hotel room before Phil could find her. She was so stupid, she was going to tell him that she liked him as more than just a friend and then there was Amy, hanging all over him in the backstage area all night long. She sent Phil a quick text message saying that her back was bothering her and she wouldn't be able to join them and then she turned her phone off.

Her mind was racing, Phil and Amy broke up, she remembered reading that, but maybe they didn't, I mean, just because its on the internet, it doesn't mean its true. She heard the talent complaining about that a lot, fans posting false information online or pretending to be them. It was creepy and sad at the same time. The only thing Liz could trust was what she saw with her own eyes, Phil and Amy were more than friends, Phil and Liz were simply just friends. She buried her face in her pillow and cried until she fell asleep.


Punk was still looking for Liz, that kid on the set crew said she had gone back to the hotel early, said she didn't feel good. Then he saw her text message, he immediately called her to make sure she was alright, but her phone went straight to voice mail. He didn't know what to do, she had promised to tell him what was bothering her tonight, but then she disappears as soon as the show ends. He went to dinner with Colt and Amy and some of the other guys, but he wasn't even hungry anymore, he kept calling her cell phone, he even called the hotel lobby and asked to be connected to her room, she didn't answer that either. "Come on, Phil, eat something, this is your favorite restaurant!"

He looked up and realized that everyone was staring at him. "Sorry guys, I'm just worried about Liz, she never shuts off her phone."

"Eat something and then stop by her hotel on your way home," Colt said, "she is probably just sleeping, didn't you say her back has been bothering her?"

"Yeah, but, still, she would never leave before the crew is done taking down the set, its not like her."

"Maybe she's jealous of Amy! She wants a little more Punk in her life!" one of his friends laughed.

"We are just friends, dude."

Amy shook her head, "No, what if he's right? What if she saw us together and got the wrong idea?"


Punk was sure that his friends were wrong, Liz thought of him as a friend and he had finally gotten over the heartache cause by that realization. He couldn't start thinking about her like that again. But, he also couldn't go home without knowing she was OK. He was standing outside her hotel room door pounding on it, "Come on Liz, let me in! I know you are in there! Open up! I'm not leaving until you open this door."

Liz was dreaming, she had to be, why else would Phil be pounding on her door at 2 AM? She pulled the pillow over her head until she realized that she wasn't dreaming, she was awake, and Phil was in fact pounding on her door. She jumped up and ran to let him in, something must be wrong, or he would have gone back to his place and would be in bed by now, probably in bed with Amy.

He was still pounding on the door when she pulled it open, she looked terrible, her eyes were all bloodshot and puffy and her hair was all tangled. He had woken her up, but he could tell that she had been crying before she fell asleep. He pushed his way into her room, closed the door behind him and pulled her into his arms.