Sweet Misery
By the Angel
"Test!" Stephanie hissed you. "Didn't I make it perfectly clear that I wanted Chris Jericho to win the match?" Test shrugged. "I did what I had to do. Why did you want him to win anyway? You HATE him!"
Stephanie frowned. "Don't believe everything you hear." She walked away, leaving Test confused and puzzled. Stephanie walked to the ring, where Jericho still lay. He was perfectly fine, he was content that he had lost, but he couldn't help the feeling that that's not what Steph wanted…
As Jericho rolled over onto his stomach, he saw Stephanie run down again. What the hell is she doing? He thought. Stephanie entered the ring, hoisting Chris up. "Why did you lose?" She demanded quietly. Chris slipped from under his feet and Steph yanked him back up.
"Isn't that what you wanted?" Chris asked. The effect of the Big Boot had taken the toll on him already. He was beginning to get dizzy. "NO!" Stephanie exclaimed, walking him backstage. She sat Chris down in a chair. "Then what did you want?"
Stephanie frowned. "I wanted you to win." Chris's head shot up, making him nauseous. "What? Why?" He demanded. Stephanie shrugged. "Change of heart, I guess." She kissed Chris on the cheek. "Come on, we're going back to my room."
"What about Hunter?" Chris asked, clutching his ribs. Stephanie took his arm. "He's in the hospital." Chris bit his lip. "Oh…Is he okay?" Stephanie shrugged. "God knows what's going on with my husband…But we need to take care of you now. You have a nasty gash below your eye."
Chris cocked his head and gently touched the wound. He grimaced in pain. "It stings." Stephanie nodded. "You need ice and a bandage for that, and then you need some pills for your head." Chris frowned. "You sure know a lot about medicine."
"Yeah, well, I took first aid in camp when I was fourteen." Stephanie said. Chris nodded. "Ah." Stephanie clutched his hand. "Come on, Chris. You can't keep up with me?" She joked, walking faster.
You don't even want to know, Chris slyly thought as he walked faster himself.
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"Oh, god, Steph." Chris moaned. He leaned over the toilet with his head practically touching the water. "If you were dizzy, why the hell did you eat the cold pizza, dick head?" Stephanie rubbed her eyes and patted Chris on the back. "I don't really feel like wiping up vomit tonight, so aim for the toilet."
Chris's stomach gurgled. He vomited freely some more. Stephanie wrinkled up her nose. "God damn it, Chris, you are SUCH a baby." Chris shakingly wiped his mouth. "I was always told to act your shoe size and not your age." He smirked.
Stephanie rolled her eyes. "Well, you have a big feet." She retorted. Chris coughed. "Not as big as…Oh, never mind." Stephanie snorted. "Come on, into bed you go." Chris looked at her quizzingly. "Bed? As in this bed?" Stephanie nodded. "Yeah… There are two beds here, and I don't want you staying alone."
"Are you sure?" He asked.
"Positive." She said. "Now lay down." She pushed him.
"Ow." He cried.
"Sorry, sorry…" Stephanie retorted.
They both giggled. Chris leaned in and kissed Stephanie.