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When I awoke, Vince's face was looming over mine, only inches away. Concern filled his brow and he jumped back when I opened my eyes. Recovering from the shock, he said, "Hey, Amy. How you feeling?"
I tried to sit up, eager to see what was going on and what had happened, but a massive headache struck me down again. I fell back to the bed in protest, wishing the throbbing in my temples would vanish.
"Don't sit up too fast," warned a voice from the corner of the room. I turned my head sideways and saw Dr. Kostav, one of the WWF company doctors. He smiled at me. "You fainted out there, Amy, and we're keeping you here until you regain a bit of strength, which shouldn't take more than an hour."
His words caused me to glance around, for the first time realizing that I was in the back room of the arena. I lay my head back down carefully, not wanting to trigger another headache. "Where are Rob and Matt?" I managed to mutter. Vince leaned in closer.
"What was that, hon?"
"Where are Rob and Matt?" I said, just a bit louder. He sat back in the chair beside the folding bed that I lay on and sighed. I didn't like the look in his eyes.
"Well, Matt's in with the company therapist who is trying to calm him down," he started. "And Rob…well Rob took off, driving at rapid speeds. I got Shane, who was here tonight for a visit, to go after him and Shane told me he would call me from his cell phone when he talks to Rob." Almost as if Vince's words had sparked something in Shane's head, the phone rang. Vince picked up his cell and held it in front of his face, squinting at the screen. "It's hard to see with the lights so damn low in here," he muttered. "It's Shane."
He answered the incessant ringing and went off into the back part of the room to talk. I strained my ears to hear what was being said. The doctor continued to do some minor testing on me while waiting for Vince to enter the room. Once he did, I sat up in impatience. "Well?"
Vince smiled. "Good news. Shane convinced Rob to come back here and talk to you about the baby situation."
Oh my God! The baby! I had completely forgotten! "Doctor, how is the baby?" I gasped, feeling absolutely horrible for overlooking that fact. He smiled.
"You're baby is fine," he said and I breathed a sigh of relief. "But you will need to rest for the next few weeks, just to get your strength back."
I nodded and lay down once again. My baby was okay. Matt was getting more help that he needed. And Rob was coming to talk to me. I drifted off to a dreamless sleep while waiting for my true love to come talk to me.
It seemed like I had only slept for ten minutes, but when I awoke, it was morning. Rob sat in the same seat where Vince had been sitting the night before. The doctor was asleep in a chair on the opposite side of the room and Vince was nowhere to be found. Rob had my hand clasped in his and had his head down on our entwined hands. I tried not to move to awaken him, but my stirrings caused him to raise up his head and look at me.
Relief filled his face. His eyes looked tired; dark circles underlined them, telling me that he hadn't had much sleep. His eyes were bloodshot as he struggled to keep them open. "Hey," he whispered.
"Oh Rob!" I began sobbing as I threw my arms around him and held him close, never wanting to let go again. "I'm so sorry for not telling you! I wanted to tell you on the drive to the arena, but I just couldn't bring myself to do it. You were so distracted! Please don't be mad at me! Please raise this baby with me as its father."
Rob pulled me away from him, the smile not leaving his face. "Whoa, you have got to relax, Amy," he said in his gentle voice. "Let's take it one day at a time."
I agreed, leaning in again for another hug. It felt so good to be back in his arms. "Can we go now, Rob? I'm tired of being at the arena. I want to go somewhere with a comfortable bed."
He nodded, turning around to wake Dr. Kostav. I began to get ready to leave, happy that I could finally leave and start my life over with the one that I loved. Still, a panging guilty feeling continued to stab me repeatedly in the heart. Matt. How would I deal with him? He would most likely want custody, or joint custody, considering that this was his child, too. I decided that I would talk to him in a few days, after he had time to calm down from his outburst.
Three days later, after spending those glorious days in bed, being catered to by good-hearted Rob, I felt it was time to go see Matt. It wasn't something I was looking forward to doing, but I felt that I owed it to him. I just hoped he would be sane about it.
"Maybe I should go with you," Rob said as I prepared to leave the hotel room. I shook my head. This was something I had to do on my own. If Rob came with me it would just make matters worse. Matt seemed fine when it was just him and I. That would be best.
Matt and Jeff were staying a few miles down the road, at another inn. We were in the same state, nearly the same city, as the last show. The drive didn't take me that long and a feeling of trepidation fell into the pit of my stomach as I approached the front door. Just before I asked the counter clerk where Matt and Jeff Hardy were staying, Vince appeared behind me.
"Amy! How are you feeling? Doing better?"
It was nice to have such a caring boss. I smiled at him. "Much, thank you. I just came here to talk to Matt. Do you know where he is?"
Vince's expression didn't change much, which lightened my heart a little. I felt better knowing that, with his good judgement, Matt was probably in better shape. From Vince's expression, I assumed that everything was near back to normal.
"Yeah, he's on the second floor, room two twenty-six," Vince said, pointing me in the right direction. "Take that elevator there up to the second floor. Then turn right as soon as you get out. It's the fourth door on the left side, I believe." He smiled at me, his hand still on my shoulder. "It's good to see you back to your normal colour and restored health, Amy. Linda and I have always considered you as a daughter to us."
Brushing the tears out of my eyes, I made my way to Matt's room, via Vince's directions. Matt answered the door. At first I thought he was going to slam the door in my face, but he proved me wrong. Instead, he held his head high and offered me a seat inside.
The room was in utter chaos. Clothes were strewn about the room in a fanatical fashion. I stepped over suitcases and clothing galore, searching for the bed to sit on. Once I found it, I offered the seat beside me to Matt, who stood silently in the doorway and glared at me. He shook his head ever so slightly. I sighed. This was it. The big moment. What would his response be now?
When I awoke, Vince's face was looming over mine, only inches away. Concern filled his brow and he jumped back when I opened my eyes. Recovering from the shock, he said, "Hey, Amy. How you feeling?"
I tried to sit up, eager to see what was going on and what had happened, but a massive headache struck me down again. I fell back to the bed in protest, wishing the throbbing in my temples would vanish.
"Don't sit up too fast," warned a voice from the corner of the room. I turned my head sideways and saw Dr. Kostav, one of the WWF company doctors. He smiled at me. "You fainted out there, Amy, and we're keeping you here until you regain a bit of strength, which shouldn't take more than an hour."
His words caused me to glance around, for the first time realizing that I was in the back room of the arena. I lay my head back down carefully, not wanting to trigger another headache. "Where are Rob and Matt?" I managed to mutter. Vince leaned in closer.
"What was that, hon?"
"Where are Rob and Matt?" I said, just a bit louder. He sat back in the chair beside the folding bed that I lay on and sighed. I didn't like the look in his eyes.
"Well, Matt's in with the company therapist who is trying to calm him down," he started. "And Rob…well Rob took off, driving at rapid speeds. I got Shane, who was here tonight for a visit, to go after him and Shane told me he would call me from his cell phone when he talks to Rob." Almost as if Vince's words had sparked something in Shane's head, the phone rang. Vince picked up his cell and held it in front of his face, squinting at the screen. "It's hard to see with the lights so damn low in here," he muttered. "It's Shane."
He answered the incessant ringing and went off into the back part of the room to talk. I strained my ears to hear what was being said. The doctor continued to do some minor testing on me while waiting for Vince to enter the room. Once he did, I sat up in impatience. "Well?"
Vince smiled. "Good news. Shane convinced Rob to come back here and talk to you about the baby situation."
Oh my God! The baby! I had completely forgotten! "Doctor, how is the baby?" I gasped, feeling absolutely horrible for overlooking that fact. He smiled.
"You're baby is fine," he said and I breathed a sigh of relief. "But you will need to rest for the next few weeks, just to get your strength back."
I nodded and lay down once again. My baby was okay. Matt was getting more help that he needed. And Rob was coming to talk to me. I drifted off to a dreamless sleep while waiting for my true love to come talk to me.
It seemed like I had only slept for ten minutes, but when I awoke, it was morning. Rob sat in the same seat where Vince had been sitting the night before. The doctor was asleep in a chair on the opposite side of the room and Vince was nowhere to be found. Rob had my hand clasped in his and had his head down on our entwined hands. I tried not to move to awaken him, but my stirrings caused him to raise up his head and look at me.
Relief filled his face. His eyes looked tired; dark circles underlined them, telling me that he hadn't had much sleep. His eyes were bloodshot as he struggled to keep them open. "Hey," he whispered.
"Oh Rob!" I began sobbing as I threw my arms around him and held him close, never wanting to let go again. "I'm so sorry for not telling you! I wanted to tell you on the drive to the arena, but I just couldn't bring myself to do it. You were so distracted! Please don't be mad at me! Please raise this baby with me as its father."
Rob pulled me away from him, the smile not leaving his face. "Whoa, you have got to relax, Amy," he said in his gentle voice. "Let's take it one day at a time."
I agreed, leaning in again for another hug. It felt so good to be back in his arms. "Can we go now, Rob? I'm tired of being at the arena. I want to go somewhere with a comfortable bed."
He nodded, turning around to wake Dr. Kostav. I began to get ready to leave, happy that I could finally leave and start my life over with the one that I loved. Still, a panging guilty feeling continued to stab me repeatedly in the heart. Matt. How would I deal with him? He would most likely want custody, or joint custody, considering that this was his child, too. I decided that I would talk to him in a few days, after he had time to calm down from his outburst.
Three days later, after spending those glorious days in bed, being catered to by good-hearted Rob, I felt it was time to go see Matt. It wasn't something I was looking forward to doing, but I felt that I owed it to him. I just hoped he would be sane about it.
"Maybe I should go with you," Rob said as I prepared to leave the hotel room. I shook my head. This was something I had to do on my own. If Rob came with me it would just make matters worse. Matt seemed fine when it was just him and I. That would be best.
Matt and Jeff were staying a few miles down the road, at another inn. We were in the same state, nearly the same city, as the last show. The drive didn't take me that long and a feeling of trepidation fell into the pit of my stomach as I approached the front door. Just before I asked the counter clerk where Matt and Jeff Hardy were staying, Vince appeared behind me.
"Amy! How are you feeling? Doing better?"
It was nice to have such a caring boss. I smiled at him. "Much, thank you. I just came here to talk to Matt. Do you know where he is?"
Vince's expression didn't change much, which lightened my heart a little. I felt better knowing that, with his good judgement, Matt was probably in better shape. From Vince's expression, I assumed that everything was near back to normal.
"Yeah, he's on the second floor, room two twenty-six," Vince said, pointing me in the right direction. "Take that elevator there up to the second floor. Then turn right as soon as you get out. It's the fourth door on the left side, I believe." He smiled at me, his hand still on my shoulder. "It's good to see you back to your normal colour and restored health, Amy. Linda and I have always considered you as a daughter to us."
Brushing the tears out of my eyes, I made my way to Matt's room, via Vince's directions. Matt answered the door. At first I thought he was going to slam the door in my face, but he proved me wrong. Instead, he held his head high and offered me a seat inside.
The room was in utter chaos. Clothes were strewn about the room in a fanatical fashion. I stepped over suitcases and clothing galore, searching for the bed to sit on. Once I found it, I offered the seat beside me to Matt, who stood silently in the doorway and glared at me. He shook his head ever so slightly. I sighed. This was it. The big moment. What would his response be now?