"Jeff! He's bleeding!"
My voice is at an all time high,
a frantic tone to it; Usually I'm calm and collected but all I can think
about is that Eddie's bleeding... A LOT and it's because of me.
He took the con-chair-to for me, I have NO idea why he did it, but
he did. Matt and Jeff had rescued me from ambush attacks by Christian and
Edge before but Eddie's sacrifice had been nothing like Matt or Jeff had
done. Eddie knew that he was going to be in a lot of pain but he did it
anyways... what he did was selfless,
a selfless act.
In all the years I have worked in
the WWF, I have never witnessed Eddie Guerrero do something that didn't
benefit him, Eddie just isn't a righteous person. He only cares about himself
but lately it's like Eddie has been another person... His first selfless
act had been taking the gore by Rhyno for me, and then him helping Jeff
win a
match, but the most courageous thing
he has ever done, he did tonight.
"Ssh Lita, calm down. The paramedics
are coming now, we just got to remain calm." Jeff's voice echoes in my
ear, his voice is soothing, soft, reassuring.
I nod, turning around, that is when
I see that Eddie has his eyes closed. I kneel down next to his side just
as the medics come running up to check up on him, Eddie's breaths are shallow,
a lot more shallow then they should be, and he's still bleeding from the
head.
This is horrible, in all the injuries
I have seen in my day, this one is the most disturbing. It's not even the
worst I have seen, it's just seeing Eddie on the ground, passed out, makes
my stomach turn. WHY did he do it? Eddie had nothing to gain from
getting in between the two chairs, it didn't help him get any closer to
Matt's European belt, it didn't help him get forgiveness from Dean and
Perry, all it did was cause him more pain.
"--- Are you two going with him to
the hospital?" The medic's voice cuts through my train of thoughts and
parades through my ears.
Was I going to the hospital with
him? HELL YES. He took the con-chair-to for me, the least I can
do is go to the hospital with him. "Yes I am." I say quietly, I turn to
Jeff.
"Go." He says simply; I nod and follow
the medics out, who have put Eddie on a gurney.
The ride to the hospital seemed like
a lifetime, I kneeled in front of the gurney holding Eddie's hand as the
ambulance drove to the hospital. I was holding Eddie Guerrero's hand, the
last thing on the earth I thought I would be doing... and what shocked
me more was the fact that when I was holding his hand, it felt good. I
mean it didn't feel like I was being forced to hold his hand, it felt natural,
his hands weren't rough... they were soft and warm. They say that a person's
hand can symbolize the man they are, I read it in a magazine somewhere,
if it's true... Eddie's hands symbolize that he is a soft and caring man...
well that's not what Chyna says.
Chyna thinks that Eddie is fooling
me, she thinks I am falling into his little trap, like she did at one time.
She has warned me three times already about Eddie, but looking down at
his motionless body, I can't even begin to wonder if everything Chyna told
me is a lie or the truth. He doesn't act like he is trying to scheme me...
he doesn't act like the big bad abuser; he acts like a human being. Maybe
Chyna is right... maybe I'm attached to Eddie Guerrero.
Would it be such a bad thing? Eddie's
not that bad of a guy, he has proven to be sweet, funny and amusing at
times... but there is one little fact that is making me feel guilty...
I AM DATING MATT HARDY. Where do I get off thinking that being attached
to Eddie Guerrero wouldn't be that bad? I LOVE Matt... but what
I can't understand
is... if I love Matt, then why am
I so damn attached to Eddie?
