Chapter 28
3 months passed since Geneva left the WWF.
She'd realized that after all the drama, she just wanted Seattle. That was the true love of her life and where she belonged. Geneva wanted to forget about Mark Calaway, forget about Steve Austin, forget about everything to do with the WWF besides her amazing Uncle Mick.
When she came home and cried to Lance and Callie, Geneva spilled everything to them about her history with Taker, which went back to 1997. Lance was livid and nearly called Vince McMahon, threatening to sue on behalf of Geneva for emotional turmoil, but she stopped him. She didn't want to start anymore trouble with that company and wanted to move on with her life. Lance agreed reluctantly and stayed with Geneva for the first month she was back in Seattle.
Of course, she worked so much that she hardly slept. Richard had resumed her internship it the medical center, especially after hearing from Lance what happened. The woman was lucky to get 2 hours of sleep in a 48 hour shift, and she loved it. Geneva sighed as she walked into the medical center later that afternoon, another emergency in the pit, and went to change into her light blue scrubs. She had a light gray long sleeved shirt under the scrubs and white tennis shoes, her hair tucked in a scrub cap.
"What've we got?" Geneva demanded, rushing into the pit, seeing Lance was already with a burn patient and was instructed to tend to a 3 year old little girl named Susan. "Okay sweetheart, I need you to be very still until Doctor Baines gets here to examine you alright?"
Doctor Derek Baines was one of the best neurologists in the country. She smiled at the brave little girl and checked her pupils and vitals, knowing she had some spinal issues. That was for Derek to decide though. Geneva started working on the girl's cut on her forehead, thinking there must've been a hell of an accident because the pit was packed.
"Keep her busy." Callie whispered to Lance, having only just arrived. "A few of the ER TV's are on that wrestling show and her name was mentioned."
"You're kidding me?" Lance almost halted in his work.
"No. How many other Geneva's do you know that worked there, who happen to be a doctor?" Callie retorted and darted off to help where she could.
"So how old are you sweetheart?" Geneva asked the little girl, trying to keep her mind on what was going on while she cleaned the huge gash on the girl's forehead, getting the needle ready.
"5." She answered in a whimper.
"5? Wow that's a big age to be!" Geneva winked, causing the little girl to smile. "Now, I want you to be very still for me Susan, alright? Hold my hand if you have to." She ordered, giving the little girl her free hand while injecting the numbing solution in her forehead. "Wow that was very brave!" She exclaimed, patting her shoulder. "We're going to do some stitches now, okay?"
"Okay." The little girl whispered, looking even more terrified of the needle then she had of the shot. "Is this going to hurt?"
"It'll feel like a little pinch."
"Turn that off, now!" Lance hissed when he passed a nurse, pointing to the television. "Put on the damn news."
Looking affronted, she did.
Not that Geneva's name was being mentioned anymore. It had just been an announcement that on the following RAW some information regarding her would be revealed. The WWF would also be in Seattle that night, so both and Lance and Callie would have to make sure Geneva didn't find out.
"HOLY CRAP, MOM IT'S THE WWF!" A boy cried in front of the whole pit.
"Shit." Lance cursed, knowing Geneva heard that.
Geneva stopped mid-stitch when she heard that, ocean blue eyes widening and swallowed hard just as Doctor Baines walked over to examine the little girl. Geneva quickly got her composure under control, focusing on the stitches and finished before taking the little girl down for a CT and MRI scan. The WWF was coming to Seattle? Geneva would make sure to steer clear in case any certain bald headed wrestlers or acid green eyed men came her way. Going about doing her job, Geneva couldn't worry about the WWF right now and kept the little girl calm while the scans went through.
Taker was a changed man. He was quiet and withdrawn, doing his job and messing up anyone who was stupid enough to step in his path. He was tempted to murder Steve Austin with his bare hands, but managed to keep himself in line, barely. Of course, Vince threatening to fire him helped too. He couldn't lose his job, it was the only thing keeping him sane.
When Foley came to him questioning what happened, Taker finally came clean about everything, keeping his head lowered. He honestly respected Foley and knew he screwed up with his niece, accepting a hard right to the mouth. Once Taker could talk again, he proceeded to confess to Foley how he really felt about Geneva, letting the man see all the pain and anguish in his eyes.
"Stay away from Gen, Taker. You've hurt her enough." Mick had ordered, storming out of his locker room and all Taker could do was comply.
Snorting, Taker watched a recap of the show and shook his head at the announcement bit about Geneva, smirking. He stood bare from the waist down in just grey pajama bottoms in front of the television, a glass of bourbon in his hand. He didn't want to go to Seattle, but didn't have a choice in the matter. 'This ought to be fun.' He thought darkly, draining his glass in one polished swallow.
If he somehow wound up in the hospital, Taker would make sure he steered clear of the University of Washington Medical Center.
Geneva had thrown herself into her internship, taking triple shifts whenever she could, wanting to soak up as much knowledge as possible. She was on call and didn't realize what night it was, Monday, writing out charts and carefully monitoring a kid in hospice. It broke her heart every time one of them came in, but Geneva had to be strong and professional. She'd become somewhat of a robot, devoid of emotion, refusing to get hurt again. She'd only spoken to Lance and Callie, rebuffing anyone else unless it was strictly professional, not even going out for drinks.
"Why is this on?" Lance demanded, stepping into one of the break rooms for a quick cup of coffee, groaning when he seen what they were watching. "Callie, turn it off."
"Wait one damn minute, I'm watching this." She said, her feet tucked underneath her munching a bag of chips, eyes fastened on the screen. "That's that Steve guy."
Geneva walked in at that moment, blinking at what Callie was watching and stopped Lance from turning the TV off. Slowly sinking slowly into a nearby chair to watch, Geneva wondered what was going on. When they mentioned her name, her eyes flew open, trying not to tremble because Steve was talking about her specifically.
"Don't." She whispered, holding her hand up when Lance tried comforting her, wanting to see this for herself and listened.
Stone Cold Steve Austin stood in the ring across from the Undertaker, obviously in the middle of something, a smirk on his face. "Well, since Geneva decided she didn't want anything to do with me or the WWF, I guess it's not going to hurt to let you in on MY secret." He stated, chuckling when Taker arched an eyebrow. "I'M the one who put your ass in the hospital. I'm also the one who paid the writers off to give you your little speech about how you did it, how you wanted to watch me squirm like a worm on a hook."
Now THAT part Taker hadn't known and it showed, surprise registering on his face before straightening to his full height, squaring his massive shoulders.
"I toasted that damn truck of yours, all of it. I played the biggest mind game of all and I played it on YOU, Deadman!"
Geneva's jaw dropped to the floor, tears instantly sliding down her cheeks as she slowly stood up, her entire body shaking. "DON'T TOUCH ME!" She shrieked when Lance went to do it, blinking at the footage and every time she did, more tears fell from her eyes.
Steve had actually filmed the truck exploding in the parking lot, which started the rift between Geneva and Taker. She watched helplessly as they walked hand in hand inside with Steve's malicious voice echoing in the video footage. He proceeded to show the whole world how he did it and Geneva felt ill, covering her mouth with her shaking hand.
Austin didn't get to say anything else once the footage ended because Taker clotheslined him to hell and back. He could hear officials coming, all of them shouting at him to stop, but he didn't. He was punching the man over and over again, not caring that his knuckles were full of Austin's blood.
"How the fuck could you do that to her?" Taker bellowed, snarling when he was jerked away from Steve, fighting to get free and attacked again.
He had known Steve was behind it, but when Taker noticed Steve wasn't going to confess the truth to Geneva, he had given up, not willing to hurt her with it. Not even if she thought he was a psycho who'd purposely injured himself. If she was better off without him, so be it. Now however, things were completely different.
"Lance..."
Geneva didn't even have to say it as he shoved her forward out the door and she ran. She didn't even bother changing out of her scrubs as she ran out of the medical center and across the street to her apartment. Her breathing was ragged as she arrived inside and slammed the door shut, dropping to her knees on the carpet. Screaming out to the silence, Geneva buried her fingers in the chestnut curls, tears streaming down her cheeks.
"H-He...he didn't do it…" She choked out, pushing herself up enough to go to her room, collapsing on her bed and proceeded to sob until she fell into unconsciousness.
Taker had gotten loose again, sending Steve straight to the University of Washington Medical Center. When the cops came to arrest him, he was laughing his ass off while they cuffed him. "Let's go boys, I could use a fucking break anyway!" He bellowed, sounding happy to be going to jail.
"Taker, you owe me BIG time for this."
Shane shook his head, walking with the big man out of the police station, having posted his bail. The city of Seattle had a certain scent to it, so Shane decided he was going to ride on the ferry boat, leaving Taker standing there as he got in the limo and left. The Deadman could handle it from here.
Cracking his knuckles, Taker headed in the direction of Geneva's job, wanting to finish the job he started with Austin.
Lance was waiting with Callie when Steve Austin was brought in, smiling grimly. "I've got this one." He stated in a dangerously calm tone.
The EMT blinked, knowing Doctor Bryant was an ENT, but didn't argue it.
Callie smirked the entire time as Lance sewed this Austin guy up, who hurt her best friend, without any pain killers. Lance wanted him to feel the same pain Geneva was going through at the moment. The best thing was: Austin didn't know Lance and Callie knew Geneva.
"Damn son, don't you have anything to kill the pain?" Steve growled, trying to hold still, but it was hard considering he was being stitched up without any relief.
"We're out." Lance informed him flatly. "Had a bad accident last night that took our emergency supplies, sorry." He didn't sound sorry at all. "Aren't you that wrestler?"
"Yeah, I'm not in the mood to do autographs right now."
"Maybe when I'm done you will be."
"I wonder if that stuff on TV is really fake. What do you think Doctor Bryant?" Callie asked, glaring down at the wrestler, trying to keep this professional without gouging his eyes out. This bastard was the sole reason why her and Mark Calaway weren't together and, if looks could kill, Steve Austin would've turned into a code blue on the gurney and die.
"I think it is."
"Hell son, you think I got this from a fake show? No chance." Steve grunted, wondering just what this bitch's problem was. "Did I offend you, sweetheart?" He asked, his tone nonchalant. "DAMN, DOC!"
"Needle slipped."
"Not at all sir, here let me help you with your injured leg." She then snapped it up, breaking even more bones in his crushed leg than there were, wincing. "Ooo it looks like you're going to need surgery." Her dark eyes practically lit up malevolently as they twinkled with malicious intentions. "You know, I think he's going to need reconstructive facial surgery too. Look how many times he's been bashed in the skull." She set his arm as well, none too gently.
"What the hell?!"
"Mind if I join in?"
"GET HIM THE HELL OUTTA HERE! OW! DAMN IT!"
Taker smirked wickedly, green eyes dancing as he stepped into the room. "Boy, you picked the WRONG city to be making announcements in. Especially considering this is Geneva's hospital and her friends." He looked at the ENT pointedly.
"Big man, mind holding him down while Callie does her thing? He's squirming too much for just me to handle."
"Thank you so much, Undertaker." Callie smirked up at him, knowing exactly who he was. The big man had shown up and held Lance hostage in his office just so this big giant could talk to Geneva. Callie had to hear about it for the rest of the day after it happened, but that grudge was MINOR compared to this one. She set Austin's arm again, breaking another bone in it. "Damn, you're going to need surgery in that arm too. You're just ALL busted up, aren't you Mr. Austin?"
"Not yet he isn't." Taker promised in a growl, breaking Austin's collarbone. "NOW he is."
At which point, Steve blacked out from the pain.
"What a fucking puss." Taker looked at Lance, extending his hand. "Sorry bout before."
"Don't do it again and we'll be fine." Lance shook his hand cautiously. "You should leave so nobody can pin this on you, we'll handle it from here."
Nodding, he slipped out of the room.
Callie excused herself and stopped the big man, walking with him until they got outside. "Look, Geneva will kill me for this, but..." She pulled something out of her pocket and put it in the big man's hand, smiling. "She's in her apartment, room 305 right across the street." She pointed to the building and patted his shoulder. "Go get our Gen back." She then rushed back inside to help Lance with their 'special' patient, hoping Geneva forgave her one day for meddling.
"You did it, didn't you?" Lance asked when she walked back in.
"She deserves to be happy like me and you." She replied simply, glaring maniacally back at Steve as they prepped him for surgery.
