"Well, what are you doing here, Karen?" Barbie asked again, glaring at her cousin.

"There was an accident." The brunette sniffed, making Barbie realize for the first time that there were tears pooled in the other woman's eyes.

"W-who?" Barbie asked, already having an idea of who but refusing to believe it until the name passed through her cousin's lips.

"Your mom." Karen sniffed again.

The blonde stood frozen for a moment letting the words sink in before she spurred into action. She began dashing around the room, throwing things into her purse and suitcase. She barely paid attention to what she was doing, not caring if she looked like a mad woman, just that she got everything packed.

"Come on!" She demanded as she took off down the hall towards the room Stephanie and Vince used as an office, banging on the door when she got to it.

"Ms. Blank, how can I help you?" Vinve asked looking at her in obvious surprise.

"There's a family emergency and I need to go home for a week or so." She rushed out, wanting nothing more than to just leave.

She listened to him tell her that she could due to the fact that she hardly ever took time off and had already filled the segment that they would air. He also told her to call him and let him know when she'd thought she'd be back. She nodded rushed out a thank you before pulling her cousin behind her as she rushed towards the elevator.

Three hours later she was walking down the halls of the hospital that her mother was in, her rush to see her long gone. Now that she was so close to seeing her, she wasn't sure she wanted to. She'd already pictured the older woman's condition many times during the flight and didn't want any of them to turn out to be reality.

"It's not as bad as I'm sure you're thinking." Karen said soothingly as the two walked down the hall.

Barbie didn't say anything in response, instead focusing on taking one step at a time and breathing in and out. Though she knew that it wasn't really her cousin's fault, she blamed Karen. If the brunette hadn't insisted that the two meet at the resturant that they planned to, they wouldn't be in the hospital, visiting her mother.

As they came to the room that the nurse had told them was her mother's Barbie put her hand on the knob and took a deep breath. Letting it out she pushed the door open and swollewed. Karen had been right, it wasn't as bad as she'd though it would be but it wasn't pretty.

"Mom." Barbie breathed, looking at Denise who looked at her with a small smile and sleepy eyes.

As much as the young woman wanted to rush to her mother's side, she found it impossible to move. As she stood frozen she took in her mother's appearance. There were bruises and cuts covering most of the visable skin on her torso and her right let was in a cast. Tears pricked the back of Barbie's eyes and they seemed to spur her into action as she suddenly darted to her mother's side.

"It's okay, Barbie. I'm okay." Her mother soothed as the tears fell from Barbie's eyes.

The sound of his cell phone ringing woke Randy from his sleep. Groaning he sat up and ran his hand down his face, waking himself up slightly. He looked at the screen in confusion, not recognizing the number, for a few seconds before he decided to answer.

"Hi." The familiar voice said on the other end, though it wasn't the voice that he wanted to hear.

"Can I help you?" He asked.

"No need to be grumpy Mr. Orton," The woman giggled, "But yeah, can you give me Barbie's number?"

"You can't be serious, Mickie. Why would she want to talk to you? Better yet, why do you want to talk to her?" He asked, letting his suspicion creep into his voice.

"I'm taking her place on the card for RAW tomorrow since her mom's in the hospital and I was hoping that -" She started to say but Randy quickly cut her off.

"You were hoping what? That you could catch her while she's vulnerable and worm your way back into her life after hurting her the way that you did?" He asked but got no response. "You know she's a lot smarter than she was when you left, a lot tougher too. So no, I won't give you her number." He said harshly before hanging up.

As he stood up he realized what Mickie had said. Barbie's mother was in the hospital and if he knew Barbie as well as he thought, the blonde was right by his side. As he showered he debated with himself about if he should or shouldn't call her. However, he didn't have to come up with an answer as his cell phone started ringing, the sound of Life After You filling the hotel room.

"Hello?" Her voice asked floating through the phone, thich with tears.

"Hey, are you okay?" He asked with a frown as he dug around in his suitcase for a pair of clothes to wear for the day.

"Not really, but I really don't want to talk about it right now."

"Okay," He said slowly pulling on his boxers, "So, when do you want to start 'heel lessons'?" He asked deciding that if she wanted him to know about her mother, she'd tell him about it.

"I'm in Jacksonville and will probably be here for the next few days, my mom was in an accident, anyways, when I get back I'll let you know and we can start."

"Okay, is Denise okay?" He asked.

"She's okay, just a broken leg and lots of cuts and bruises." She sighed, "Ah, speaking of mom she's probably wondering where I am. I have to go, I'll catch you later."

"Alright, tell your mom I hope she feels better. Bye."

"Bye." She sighed before the line went dead.

Randy hung up his phone and smiled lightly. He was plesantly surprised that she'd called him. Even if it was only a very brief conversation atleast they'd had a civil conversation. Which didn't consist of the awkwardness that he'd expected.

Walking around the backstage area at the house show, John wondered where Barbie was. Out of all the other superstars and diva's he'd asked, no one had any idea where the bubbly blonde had gone to. He knew that she was a grown woman and could take care of herself but he was starting to worry.

"Hey, have you seen my best friend?" Eve asked as she walked up to him.

"Uh, our best friend, no not since last night." John shook his head.

"Oh, she is much more than a best friend to you," The Latina smiled before it turned into a frown, "Yeah, when I got back to the room last night all of she and all of her things were gone."

"Well, I'm sure that-ah, one second." He said answering the phone that was vibrating in his pocket, "Hello?...Hey, where are you?...Oh God, is she okay?...Yeah, no I get it, I'd do the same thing...Give her my best...Okay...Yeah, I'll see you when you get back...You too, bye." John smiled though as soon as the call was disconnected he sighed and shook his head.

"Well?" Eve asked looking at him impatiently.

"It was Barbie. She's in Jacksonville, her mom was in an accident so she's staying with her for a little while." He said, giving the cliff notes version.

"Is Denise okay?"

"Yeah, her worst injury is a broken leg and you know Barbie." He smiled.

"Yeah, oh, you have a match to get ready for. I'll catch you later." She smiled before walking away, him following her lead.

As he got ready for his match, his mind drifted to Barbie, which wasn't something that was unusual. He couldn't help but wonder how it was that she was doing with the situation. She'd explained what was going on with her mother but she hadn't said a word about herself.

That was typical Barbara Blank for you though, she didn't usually put her feelings out there unless she wanted you to know them. Unless you were as close to her as he and Eve were, she'd make you believe that happiness was her only emotion. Which, of course, wasn't the case, just like she'd seen all possible range of John's emotions, he'd seen hers.

As he walked out of the locker room, he made himself focus on the in-ring segment and match that he was about to put on for the WWE universe.