Chapter 11

"Feisty isn't she?" Dwayne mused as Steve began changing into cotton shorts and a muscle top, wondering if he should mention she was Foley's niece.

"You noticed that too?" Steve smirked; thankful the beautiful doctor let him keep some of his dignity on this overnight stay. "She told Taker to get outta here without flinchin'."

"And has a set. Very nice."

Steve groaned, settling himself into the hospital bed, grumbling under his breath. "I'm gonna whoop that jackass until his mamma is screamin' for mercy."

"AFTER you're better."

"Okay gentlemen, visiting hours are over." Geneva announced, walking back in the room holding a cup of water with some aspirin in her hand and handed it to Steve. "It'll help with the headache." She checked on his vitals again, more importantly monitoring the internal bleeding, which seemed to be going away slowly. The guy was lucky, especially being driven through a table.

"Alright, see you in the morning, Austin." Dwayne said, slapping his friend's shoulder as he walked out. "Ma'am." He nodded at Geneva, his eyes telling her he clearly remembered her as he passed by out the door.

Steve popped the aspirin without a word, just watching her. Now that the adrenaline wore off, he was tired as hell and groaned, stretching his long legs. "You look tired, Doc." He commented softly.

"It's part of the job, Steve." She replied nonchalantly, used to it and swept her eyes over his chart again to make sure she didn't miss anything. Jotting down his new vitals, Geneva noticed how drowsy he was and decided to make herself scarce. "I'm going to leave you be in a few more minutes so you can get some sleep." She finished and walked over, lowering the bed a bit to his liking. "If you need anything, just have one of the nurses page me." She informed him, patting his shoulder gently, walking out to go check on her other patients and to get something to drink.

"Yeah, I'll be sure to do that." He muttered when she was gone. Steve flipped off a nurse who poked her head in shortly. "Lady, flash that camera and I'm gonna stick it up your ass." He cautioned, smirking when she hastily backed out. Wondering if he'd have to worry about that all night, he rolled onto his side. If they wanted a picture, it could be of his back.

When Geneva heard about the nurse's unprofessionalism, she closed Steve's door and ordered they ALL stay away. "I don't care WHO he is, he is a PATIENT who needs rest! Do I make myself clear? If you don't listen to the patient's doctor, ME, then you can go talk to Chief Webber."

She then stalked away, growling, not believing how they acted. Geneva didn't care if Steve was the biggest star on the planet, he needed rest and she'd be sure he got it. Lance rounded the corridor, falling into step beside her, having made sure the giant left the hospital grounds.

"Busy night?" He yawned, pulling off a pair of gloves. He had just finished doing an emergency surgery, which was a popped breast implant. "Sorry you got stuck with one of those wrestlers too." He nodded to a nurse who walked by, looking back over his shoulder to check her out before focusing on Geneva again. "Is she new?"

"I don't know, Lance." She stifled another yawn, looking completely dead on her feet and knew she wouldn't get any sleep tonight, not with the nurses flocking to Steve's room. "They won't leave him alone." She said after explaining, shaking her head. "He's not a piece of meat, he's a damn patient and he deserves the same treatment as every other patient that walks through those doors and goes into our care. They need to be more professional." She sipped some coffee he handed her and smiled gratefully. "You're my hero, did I tell you that?"

"Every day since you came here." He teased gently. "The woman I had to tend to is also a wrestler, or something associated with them anyway. She gave me her number." He smirked, and then coughed indignantly. "Not like I would call her or anything, very unprofessional. So the nurses are giving you problems? Want me to come down and straighten them out?"

"No because all you'll do is flirt with them and give them what they want as they bribe you with pussy." Geneva replied evenly, causing Lance's hazel eyes to widen and chuckled, nudging him. "You do what you want, but if ONE nurse is caught in Steve's room, I'm telling the Chief and believe me, Lance, you won't like the Chief cranky, especially since he's currently at home in bed." She then walked away, leaving him with that thought, sipping more of her coffee.

"At least they'd be bugging me and not your patient!" Lance called after her before she disappeared around the corner. Chuckling under his breath, he turned in the other direction and walked off.

Steve groaned, his eyes slowly opening and rolled over. "Two more minutes, damn it." He grunted, pulling a pillow over his head, cursing when he tugged the IV. He checked to make sure he hadn't pulled it out before yawning, glancing at the clock.

Geneva chuckled softly when he did that, shaking her head. "Steve, you have to get up so I can do a quick check on you." Her voice was low and quiet, hating to wake patients up, sighing when he growled at her. "Mr. Williams, we can do this the easy way or the hard way, take your pick." Her tone was firm as Geneva stood there with arms folded in front of her chest.

Steve arched an eyebrow, more then tempted to enquire about the hard way just because he was curious. However, he sighed and let her do what she needed. "What time is it, honey?" He asked, his voice low and gruff with sleep.

"5:30." She answered softly, checking his heart and took her flashlight, checking his pupils, which weren't dilated anymore. "Good, everything looks fine. Your concussion is gone and your internal bleeding has stopped. You can be discharged once you've had a few more hours of sleep." She informed him with a smile and turned to walk out of the room, needing to do rounds with the other interns.

"You wanna come grab a few hours with me, Doc?" He asked, his tone mostly teasing, though there was just a bare hint of sincerity. "You still look dead on your feet, been up all night?" Steve made himself comfortable on the bed, stretching his long muscular legs out in front of him and his arms over his head, his tank stretching across his built chest.

"Yeah, but I'm used to it. Go to sleep." Geneva ordered gently, winking and walked out of his room.

Ignoring his first comment, she knew that was crossing lines into forbidden territory, especially with him being a wrestler and working for the WWF. Geneva found Steve incredibly attractive, especially with his icy blue eyes and bald head. Who would've thought she would ever think in a million years a bald man would be attractive?

Geneva was more for the long hair look, obviously, but Steve had something about him that caused her insides to melt. That's why she'd broken a few rules by not forcing him to wear one of the hospital gowns. Of course, she did it after all of his testing and scans were completed. She walked up to her interns and nodded at them silently, going to do her morning rounds with their resident, Dr. Gaines.

"His friend is in there." The nurse at the desk said when Geneva made it back a few hours later. "They're waiting on you to sign release papers."

"Why didn't you page me sooner?"

Steve had grabbed a quick shower in the tiny bathroom in his room and was feeling better in tight fitting blue jean shorts and a black t-shirt, a ball cap on his head.

Dwayne paced the floor, waiting impatiently.

Geneva groaned, wanting to deck the nurse right in the face and jogged down the hallway to Steve's room, walking in. "I had no idea you were ready to be released, Steve. Sorry about that. Damn nurses don't know how to do their job." She was cranky and had every right to be considering she was running on an hour of sleep in 56 hours. She checked him over one more time, nodding when she seen he was good to go. "I want that wound checked out every day by a physician to make sure there's no infection. It also needs to be cleaned twice a day with soap and water. I know you probably already know all of this, but it's my job as your doctor to inform you of everything. You're also not allowed back to do your job for a week." She held up her hand when his eyes narrowed. "Take it up with your boss if you have a dispute, but a laceration like that needs to HEAL properly before you do more damage to it."

"She wanted to page ya, honey, I told her not to bother you." Steve said calmly, once she let him speak and ignored the bit about not going back to work. He'd just keep out of the ring and things would be fine. Scrawling his signature on the dotted line, which stated he understood everything she explained to him, Steve couldn't help feeling a little saddened he had to leave. "Damn Doc, I'm gonna miss you." He grinned, blue eyes crinkling at the corners. "You feel like goin' on vacation?"

"Austin..." Dwayne shook his head, chuckling softly, already knowing what her answer would be and couldn't believe he was hitting on Foley's niece.

"I don't even know what a vacation is." Geneva replied with a chuckle, taking the paperwork and added her signature to it, handing it back to him with a smile. "You definitely were one of my favorite patients, Steve." She smirked when he chuckled, patting him on the shoulder. "Take care of yourself and no more going through tables." She stated with a wink and walked out of the room, sighing heavily, knowing deep down she would miss him more than she let on. "Goodbye Steve." She whispered just as her pager went off, jogging off to the pit.

"Ready to go convince Vince to let you whoop Taker's ass?"

"You know it." Steve replied absentmindedly, more intent on the doctor who had taken care of him. He followed his friend out of the room, planning on talking to Vince alright, but not for the reasons Dwayne surmised.

Well not JUST those reasons.

After another 48 hour shift, in which Geneva slept in an on-call room for two hours, she was finally released and went straight home, needing some sleep desperately. She was dead on her feet as she walked across the street, living in the apartment building across from the medical center, and walked up the steps to her door. Slipping her key in, Geneva walked in, closing it behind her tossing them on the nearby table, kicking her shoes off and checked her answering machine. While they played, Geneva walked into the kitchen, needing something to eat besides hospital food.

A noise came from her couch and Lance peeked over the top of it, grinning lopsidedly. "Hey. Hope you don't mind that I crashed here. Callie was being a pain in my ass."

The woman he saw on and off for the past two years. He yawned, leaving Geneva a message for her though he didn't know if she got it. Lance rolled off the couch, scratching his stomach through his grey t-shirt, wondering what kind of food Geneva was making.

"It's fine." Geneva yawned loudly as she walked over, plopping on the couch beside her best friend, and leaned her head against his shoulder. "And that's not surprising." She added with a smirk, referring to his comment about Callie, even though she liked her.

The woman kept Lance in line, something even Geneva couldn't do. She sat there and listened to the messages, until a man's voice sounded over her machine, causing her head to whip up, eyes narrowing. What the hell? She recognized the name instantly and stood from the couch, walking over to replay the message without preamble.

"Miss Foley, this is Gerry Briscoe with the World Wrestling Federation. I'm calling you with an offer to join our medical team…" The message trailed off into a job description, the wages and benefits and a number for her to call back.

Lance stared at her in shock. "That guy must really, REALLY like you." He finally said, blinking.

Geneva's eyes widened when she heard the sum over her answering machine, dropping her cup of coffee on the white carpeting, not believing what she just heard. "Oh my god..." She breathed out, noticing Lance was already on it to clean up the mess she made and slowly walked over to press the repeat button on her answering machine, wanting to listen to it again.

How was this possible? Did Uncle Mick know about this? Geneva slowly turned around, suddenly not tired anymore and stared back at Lance, completely floored. Lance stared down at the white carpeting, knowing that she'd need to steam vacuum it to take the stain out completely. He'd lightened it considerably, but...he wasn't a miracle worker, on carpets anyway.

"Damn, Geneva." He whistled, not believing how much they'd offered her. "You going to call them back and tell them to screw off?" He stared at her intently, wondering if she would leave UWMC.

"That's three times what I'm making at UWMC, Lance..." She trailed off and turned around, staring out the window at the beautiful city, wrapping her arms around herself.

Geneva didn't know what to do. That money could do so many things; she could get an actual house instead of a condo. She could go on a vacation to Australia like she always wanted, not to mention she loved to travel. There were a lot of pros to this offer and Geneva was seriously considering taking it.

Then her thoughts shifted to Taker, immediately feeling the dull ache in her stomach expand. Two years. It'd been two years since she last saw him and…he was completely different. Geneva barely recognized him when she saw him in Steve's doorway, wondering what happened. He literally looked like the Devil with his long black beard, his goatee shaven off and an eyebrow ring in his right eyebrow. He wasn't the same Taker she left two years ago, that much Geneva was certain.

Lance could see her actually contemplating this move and stilled himself. Yes, it would suck to not have his best friend around, but at the same time, if this is what made her happy, then he wasn't going to stand in her way. He loved her like a little sister, though most people thought they'd had sexual relations when she first started at UWMC.

"You do what makes you happy, Geneva." He said softly, walking over to stand next to her. "Hell, you could even retire early if you wanted too. That's a pretty sum they're offering you."

"I know." She whispered, still in disbelief, and wondered if Uncle Mick had anything to do with it. Geneva looked up into Lance's hazel eyes, tears welling up in them, knowing what she had to do. "I love Seattle and I love USMC. But this offer could be my ticket to being set for life, Lance. I have to do this. I have to see what it involves before shutting it down."

Truth be told, Geneva didn't care much for being a surgeon anymore, not with everything she had to endure the past two years. They treated the interns like pieces of trash, which was normal, but Geneva had been abused because of the rumors floating around regarding her and Lance. She ignored them for the most part, refusing to be baited and sniffled when he wiped her tears away. Wrapping her arms around his neck, Geneva buried her face in his neck, her heart breaking at the thought of leaving him and Seattle though.

"It's not like you can't come back and visit, Geneva." Lance soothed, knowing he'd have to talk her into going, even though she'd made her decision. "This is a good deal for you. You just call them back and schedule an appointment, go talk and find out the big picture. Then you can take it from there."

"You always know the right thing to say." Geneva suddenly felt completely drained, no longer hungry. "Before I make any rash decisions, I'm going to sleep on it. You can stay here as long as you want, that's why I got a two bedroom."

She winked before hugging him again tightly and walked down the hallway to her bedroom, not believing what the last 48 hours involved. Geneva peeled her clothes off and slipped under the comforter, sleep almost instantly taking over her body. The last image in her mind as she let the darkness consume her body was of Undertaker and his emerald green eyes.