I'm literally writing this in the middle of a SNOW STORM…On October 29! CRAZY! So after Raw on Monday night…I might get my wish about Stephanie returning…Just not the way I wanted! :( Oh well…This chapter ain't about to help…As we have hit Survivor Series 2000 and HHH's car being tipped over! Here we go!

November 19, 2000

"After that…Hunter and I were officially back together. Hunter went back on the road, I stayed in New York, working out of the offices and helping Marissa with her company. Hunter would come home on the weekends and it felt like we were the crazy newlyweds from after Armageddon. It was amazing." I said with a smile.

"How did the baby trying go?" The doctor asked.

"We kept to the agreement…Knowing it would lead to something amazing. We didn't tell anyone we were trying…I didn't even tell Marissa."

"Did Stone Cold come after you like Hunter feared he would?"

"He did once. Austin came to the WWF offices on a weekend Hunter was home. I somehow convinced him that Hunter and I weren't talking…I'm still amazed. Hunter and I were so much in love that it was written all over my face. Things were finally coming together…I had Hunter back…We were trying for a baby…Life was good."

"Until…"

I sat there and got really quiet. "…Until Survivor Series."

"What do you remember about the day of Survivor Series?" The doctor asked . Like when we talked about my miscarriage…Hunter and I's reuniting was an all-day thing. For three hours…I talked…And talked…And talked. Reliving all those memories was hard…But I knew it would be worth it.

I laid down on the couch, trying to relax myself. Hunter and I getting back together was one emotion…That fact that he was almost killed just as we were getting all our dreams was another. I put my hand under head to support it. "As small as it is…The thing I remember the most is three words…"

"Come with me!"

That was the words I awoke to the morning of Survivor Series. Hunter was home that whole week before, recovering from a back injury; only leaving the house to do an interview for Smackdown. We had agreed on me coming back the Raw before our one year wedding anniversary …Apparently eight days was too long. Not that I needed much convincing…Hunter and I were "Hunter and I." again…I couldn't ask for anything more. But as much as I was loving our reconciliation…I couldn't help but feel that it was too good to be true…Like something was gonna ruin it. I would find out that night something would.

Before I knew it, we were at the Ice Palace Arena. Hunter and I wanted my presence to be a secret. We both knew how crazy Stone Cold was and what he would do if word got out someone recognized me. This meant sneaking me into our locker room with our luggage, not even stopping at the hotel before the PPV.

As Hunter got ready for his match, I sat on the couch, going over the paperwork I brought with me. I began to work on some spreadsheets, tapping my heels to the music on the TV. I had reason to be happy. Hunter was facing Stone Cold in the main event, finishing him off like he should've a year earlier. I was going to be so proud to watch the end of Austin's return and to see the prove of what I knew; like it or not…Hunter was now the number one man. Most people considered Hunter's actions barbaric and sadistic…I considered them passionate. In fact, Hunter's passion was just one of the many things that I loved about him; though the list had gotten longer every day since we got married.

As the TV went to the next song, I lifted my hand and began twiddling a piece of hair from my pony tail. My mind was definitely not on contract extensions or estimating PPV revenues…It was devoted solely on the man standing in the room with me.

Between the music and my dreaming, I didn't notice Hunter move over next to me, putting his leg onto the coffee table…That was until he began to tease me. "There's my Girl…Twiddling her hair when she thinks nobody's watching!" Hunter quipped as he pulled up his knee pads.

I smiled back softly as I leaned up towards Hunter, who met me in the middle of our distance, kissing me passionately. "You are very distracting, Mr. Helmsley!" I quipped back. Hunter laughed as he finished up, sitting next to me on the couch. I got up and sat down into Hunter's lap, straddling his thighs. I wrapped my arms around his neck, while Hunter rested his hands on my hips, "You do know I have to get these done...Right?"

Hunter began running his hands up the back of my blouse. "I'm not stopping you!"

"Yes you are…I see you and my brain goes to jello! Why did I think I could do all my work when you look like this? I just hope our baby doesn't get sidetracked this easily…They'll never get into Boston University!"

Hunter grinned at the mere mention of a baby. "You're so sure I got one past the goalie, huh?"

"I personally thought last night was very successful…As was this morning! I don't know if you know this, but…I do love playing the Game!" I said innocently, but seductively.

Hunter grinned at my tone, pulling me deeper into his lap. "In that case…We might just have to play tonight!" Before I could get a chance to respond, Hunter kissed me like so many times before; part pure, part intense. After we pulled apart, Hunter rested his forehead against mine, "Do you have any idea how much I love you?" He whispered.

"You might've mentioned it once or twice…I can't get enough though." I answered with a smile as Hunter and I kissed once more. After we pulled apart the second time, Hunter took my face in his hands, bringing the moment to a standstill. "I'm gonna go talk strategy with the Radicals…My match is next." Hunter said softly as he looked at me, his eyes telling more than the last four words ever could.

I got off of Hunter, watching as he stood up. As soon as he was, I pulled Hunter into my embrace, holding on for the longest time before grudgingly letting him go. As Hunter went for the door, I called out to him. "I love you too…Just thought I'd tell you that."

Hunter smiled at me before opening the door and walking down the hall. I went back to my paperwork, attempting to finish it before Hunter's match started. As the last spreadsheet was finished and put in its folder, I sat back in the couch and wondered how I ever got so lucky. I put my hands on my stomach, knowing that not only did I have Hunter, but I could quite possibly have our child growing inside of me. Life was as close to perfection as I could've ever wanted.

As the match progressed, I felt this rush of nervous energy as I watched the TV. Hunter and Stone Cold continued to go back and forth, taking their fight up the aisle to the entrance ramp before returning to ringside. They used everything on each other: Steel Steps, Announcer's Tables, Ring Bells, Chairs…Even Stone Cold's Beer Cooler was used against Hunter at one point. I wanted the match to be over so badly…Hunter was bleeding from his head profusely. I would've done anything to run out to that ring, but I knew Hunter wanted to end this on his terms…Not mine.

Hunter and Stone Cold eventually made their way to the backstage area, where the Radicals appeared, giving Hunter a chance to recover. As the Refs began to step in, Hunter ran out to the parking lot, climbing into a car. I knew what Hunter was planning…Unfortunately…So did Stone Cold. When Austin didn't follow after Benoit like planned…Hunter sent Benoit after him.

I was sitting there watching the match…Watching Hunter wait for Stone Cold. I stood up and began to pace back and forth…The nervous energy boiling over to pure terror. I knew something bad was gonna happen…I could feel it all over my body...That same "Bad Feeling." Hunter had two months earlier had begun to run through my veins. Shouting from JR confirmed my worst fears…And changed my world forever:

"Austin's driving that forklift…And HHH is in that car!"

I immediately looked back towards the TV. My stomach dropped and the nausea began to form in my throat, bringing on queasiness I hadn't felt since the night Hunter revealed he had Stone Cold run over. I slowly sat down on the coffee table, shaking my head in disbelief at what I was seeing.

Stone Cold had appeared out of nowhere, behind the wheel of a forklift that now had Hunter's car off the ground! Austin began driving the car around, screaming at Hunter the whole time! Meanwhile, as Hunter was begging for Stone Cold to put him down…I was begging for Stone Cold to put Hunter down! But as Austin lifted the car higher and higher, I knew that Hunter's pleas…And mine…Were falling on deaf ears! Without blinking an eye, Stone Cold dumped the car off the forklift, smashing it into the ground before getting out of the forklift with no remorse!

The tears that had been welling up began to fall in sobs. "Oh my God! Hunter! Hunter!" I screamed, realizing the extent of what had just happened. My Husband was dead…Right in front of me. I threw myself off of the coffee table and opened the locker room door, running as fast as I could out of the room down the corridor. I kept seeing Superstars and Divas all run past me as I made my way outside the arena. All the Trainers were on their walkie talkies as I got closer, screaming all the same thing:

"Get those paramedics down here now!"

I finally made my way to the parking area. I could see the car in the distance…But there was no sign of Hunter. All the Radicals were standing there, not knowing what to do. At that moment…I didn't care about my return being revealed. I ran up to Benoit, giving him the biggest slap I could muster at that moment. "What the hell is your problem? He was your responsibility…All he asked was for you to do this one thing…And you couldn't even do that?" I yelled as I began to shake, the anger being too much.

My outburst caused a scene, as everybody turned their heads to see the commotion. Benoit and the rest of the Radicals said nothing, either too shocked about me being there or too angry at themselves to say anything at all. I was desperate for answers as I lifted my hand to wipe the tears falling down my cheek. With all I had left in me, I frantically pushed past the crowd that had begun to gather around me, walking closer and closer to wreckage. That's when a surprising voice kept calling me from behind. I whirled round, reacting to my name. To my shock…It was Commissioner Foley. He nudged past the crowd towards me, catching up and grabbing hold of my shoulder just before I got to the car. As the tears continued to fall down my cheeks, Foley's eyes were concerned as he looked into mine.

"Stephanie… I don't think it's a good idea for you to go over there! Seeing Hunter like this is not gonna do you any good!"

By this point, I had enough. It was Foley's fault the match was no-DQ to begin with…He knew what kind of man Stone Cold was…And he changed the match anyway. Between that and all of the Superstars and Divas standing around acting like they cared…Foley acting like he cared…I couldn't take it anymore. I violently pushed Mick off of me and turned back around…But not before getting his face, speaking loud enough for only us to hear:

"If Hunter dies…His bloods not just on Austin's hands…It's on yours!"

I rushed over to the car, noticing the security guards that were looking for Stone Cold. Austin was the last thing on my mind as I barged my way through the crowd that had gathered around Hunter, the firefighters and EMT's having arrived by that point; using the "Jaws of Life." to get him out. My heart broke as people moved away to let me through. I fell to my knees next to Hunter…Reaching for him…Wanting to hold him. That was when I saw the blood…The cuts and gashes…And they weren't just from the match.

I let out a loud sob as I pushed back Hunter's hair from his face, taking it in my hands. Hunter's dark eyes were dangerous… One look into them and you were hooked…I knew that the hard way. But, in that moment, instead of seeing vibrancy and life…I saw nothing. Hunter's eyes were shut…With no sign of ever opening again.

"Hunter…Come on baby…Just hold on!" I begged. I began to caress Hunter's cheek with my thumb; my fingers meeting blood on top of his skin. Seeing that made me snap frantically, "Damn it, Hunter! Just hold on! You're a fighter…You're "The Game."!"

I began to cry hysterically, scared to let him go. I didn't notice the second round of paramedics come down to take care of Hunter…I didn't notice anything except my pain. God, I loved Hunter so much... And after everything we had gone through that year…After all the plans we had made…I couldn't face my life alone; Hunter was wrong in New York…I wouldn't have made it without him. Hunter was my world…Hunter was my heart…He had to wake up!

I continued to beg Hunter to hold on as a paramedic began to hover around me. I knew they were running out of time and had to get Hunter to the hospital as soon as possible…All that was left was for me to let them take him. I took my hands off of Hunter's face as I tried to sniffle back any tears that wanted to fall. My voice was barely a whisper when I finally spoke. "I can't…What if he doesn't come back? You don't understand …It's "Us Against the World."…There's no "Us." without Hunter!"

The Paramedic shook his head sadly. "Mrs. Helmsley…The longer we keep him here...His chances go down. We need to take him now…Okay?"

I eventually agreed with tears in my eyes, getting up from my position next to Hunter as the EMT's began to get him on a stretcher. I brushed off my hands on my jeans, noticing stickiness as I did so. That's when I looked down at my hands at the blood…Hunter's blood. The tears that I had been holding back just a few moments before began to fall once more as the Paramedics secured Hunter's neck.

"Are you coming with us, Mrs. Helmsley?" The Paramedics asked as they looked at me. I nodded with all I had, sobbing as I did so. The EMT's agreed as they rushed Hunter away from the wreckage and into a waiting ambulance. I sat next to Hunter and grabbed his hand once more as the ambulance took off…Hoping it wasn't too late.

There are some things you can do in five minutes: Write an email...Put makeup on…Tell someone you love them; it also takes five minutes to get from the Ice Palace Arena to Tampa General Hospital. Five minutes…Three hundred seconds…Would determine if my Husband lived or died. An hour later, the waiting room was empty as I waited for any news about Hunter. Commissioner Foley stopped by during that time, somehow managing to have Hunter and I's stuff in hand. I didn't ask how he got them and frankly didn't care at that moment. After our bags were in my possession, I forcefully asked Mick to leave, to which he agreed.

Despite my interrogation of at least three nurses and a receptionist, there wasn't anything they could tell me about the extent of Hunter's injuries. The feeling of dread consumed the room and even though the doctors hadn't voiced their concerns with me, deep down I knew how lucky Hunter was to still be breathing…At least I believed he was.

I was quiet and in a state of shock as I played with my diamond ring…The ring Hunter gave me the morning of Wrestlemania seven months prior. I felt like a scared little girl, wanting to wake up from this nightmare that I found myself stuck in. My thoughts were put on hold as the doctor finally walked in through the. I instantly stood up and watched the doctor uneasily as he slowly approached me, giving me a nod of acknowledgment as we met face to face. My heart began beating through my chest as I waited for whatever the doctor had to say.

"Your Husband is being taken to the intensive care unit. Unfortunately, that doesn't mean he's out of the woods. In fact…Your Husband's condition is still very grave." I sniffled back tears as the doctor continued, "Mrs. Helmsley, from what I've been told, the vehicle your Husband was in was dropped from forty feet in the air…Frankly I'm surprised I'm not telling you he's dead! He has suffered multiple contusions, not to mention deep lacerations and wounds from the glass. However, it's his brain I'm most concerned about. Your Husband has a massive concussion, which has brought on extreme swelling. I need that to go down…And now! The best option is for your Husband to remain in a coma, which can be accomplished with medication…I will also have him hooked up to a ventilator. If this goes as I think it will…The swelling in your Husband's brain will reduce and I can get him breathing on his own. After that…I'll take your Husband off the medication."

I stood there silently before snapping out of it, pulling myself together to ask the question that needed to be asked. "What are the chances that my…That Hunter…Will be okay…That he'll make a full recovery?"

"Honestly, Mrs. Helmsley, there's no right answer to that question. Until your Husband wakes up…There's no way to tell what kind of damage has been done to his brain. Same thing goes for removing the ventilator…It all depends on how quickly the swelling goes down."

"…Can I see Hunter…Please?" The doctor nodded, giving me a considerate smile, "Thank you." I said softly.

"He's being moved now…A nurse will come get you once he's settled. I'm sorry it's not better news, but… If your Husband's condition changes…I will let you know as soon as possible." The doctor responded back before walking towards the corridor. I sat back down in my seat, looking at the clock which read "11:30pm…November 19, 2000." A sad smile fell across my face, thinking about the next day. It would be Monday…It would be Raw…It was supposed to be the night of my return. Instead…I was in a Tampa hospital with my Husband's life hanging by a thread.

A few moments, one of the nurses that I had talked to earlier came through the swinging glass doors. "Mrs. Helmsley…Your Husband's settled in…You can go see him now." I stood up from my seat, giving her an apologetic smile for earlier, before taking her directions to Hunter's room.

I took a deep breath as I made it to the right door, pressing my hands on the hard wood. I pushed it open and walked in to Hunter's room, listening to the door creak as it shut behind me. I gasped and my heart broke as I saw Hunter, his body a sea of machines and wires. I moved closer to the bed, tears welling up in my eyes. Hunter was always strong for me…Was always pulling me through…It was time I returned the favor.

I pulled a chair, sitting down by Hunter's side. As I reached for his hand, I could feel warmth…Hunter was still there…Was still alive. Despite the ventilator, Hunter didn't look like he was in pain…It wasn't until I saw his forehead that I remembered the reason why Hunter was lying there. His face was covered with bruises and stiches from his wounds. A huge row laid just above his right eyebrow where Stone Cold hit him. The machines hummed around me as I shifted in my chair, leaning forward so Hunter could hear me.

"They say if you talk to a person when…When they're like this…They can hear you; it makes them want to wake up. So…That's what I'm gonna do…I'm gonna sit here and I'm gonna to talk to you until you wake up! I need you, Hunter…I can't do this without you and I don't want to!" I said as tears welled up in her eyes. I grabbed Hunter's hand tighter with everything I had, "What if I'm pregnant, Hunter? I can't raise a baby by myself …Knowing they're the last piece of you I have…I can't!"

Tears were now falling freely as I stared at Hunter sadly, cupping his face with my hand. I wasn't gonna lose Hunter like this…Not when everything was falling into place. "Damn it…Why is this happening to us…Why now?" I yelled as I began to cry, "We had everything…You were finishing off Stone Cold…I was coming back to be by your side…We were trying for a baby! Now… I don't even know if you're gonna wake up!"

I stopped speaking, letting my sobbing speak for me. I wasn't gonna let Hunter go…Not without a fight…Not ever. We had been to hell and back and I needed him…I loved him…All I had to do was make him come back to me.

So I'm not gonna have the therapist around for the next couple of chapters, this is all about Stephanie bringing Hunter back. But first, she addresses the crowd on Raw (If you guys don't know what I'm talking about…Go to YouTube and look up "Raw 11-20-00."…It'll explain everything!)!