Sacrificing Morgan
A fic by The Angel
Chapter Nine: Going Back
"Oh my god!" Morgan screamed, trying to swerve her car. The green town car that crashed in the front, swerved onto the sidewalk. Glass flew all over Morgan, and she felt herself get turned when her car tipped over.
She was trapped against the door and the seat, unable to breathe or think. Her arm pierced the door, and she began to get dizzy from losing all of that blood. She could hear faint sirens of the ambulance rushing into scene.
Her eyes slowly closed, and she saw black. She wished whoever crashed into her would die and rot in hell.
Chris Jericho had no idea that Morgan McMahon wished for him to rot in hell and die.
*
Vince strolled around the hospital waiting room like an expectant father. He was, in a way. He was expecting to hear whether his youngest daughter would live or die. Linda sat in a seat, her face the same way it was when she was in the mental hospital storyline.
But she wasn't acting this time. "Vince," She whispered. "What…What if Morgan doesn't make it?" Vince walked over to his wife and hugged her gently. "Morgan is tough. She's going to make it." His reassuring words did not assure his frantic wife.
"Mr. McMahon?" Doctor Limber called. Vince's head snapped up to the doctor. "Is she okay?" He asked quickly. Doctor Limber sighed. "She's alive… But barely. Her arm was nearly cut off above the wrist, making her lose a ton of blood. But we reattached her arm, so she won't have any problems with it."
He flipped over some papers. "Now, Chris Jericho, who was in the other car, only broke a few ribs and his collarbone. He was wearing a seatbelt. You're daughter was not. If she was, she would have only broken a few bones instead of being in a slight coma."
"She's in a coma?" Linda asked, her lip trembling in fear. Doctor Limber shook his head. "No, no. When we brought her in, she was, but she woke up. She's very dizzy. She's sleeping now. But she'll need some physical therapy for that arm, and she bruised her brain slightly, so she might not remember some things."
He turned and walked away. Vince took out his cell phone. He dialed very familiar digits. "Malcolm?" He spoke into the phone.
In Connecticut, Malcolm frowned at the worry in Vince's voice. "Yes, Mr. McMahon?" Vince sighed. "I think you better come down to Nebraska. Morgan has been in a very serious car accident." Malcolm gasped in disbelief. "Oh my god."
*
A Few Days Later
Malcolm entered the hospital. "Er… I am looking for Morgan McMahon's room." The nurse at the desk nodded and called a nurse to escort him.
He entered Morgan's room. Morgan was awake, her eyes all-bloodshot and droopy. "Malcolm," She whispered. He stroked her face. "It's me. Are you okay?" She smiled. "Does it look like I am okay?"
"Is there anything I can do for you?" He asked, turning around to get his bag. When he turned around again, Morgan was on her side. "I am tired." She stated. "Will you stay with me until I fall asleep?" Malcolm nodded. "Of course."
She drifted off to sleep immediately. Malcolm held her hand, watching her breathe slowly as she slept. "Chris…" She murmured. "No, Chris…Oh my god…" Morgan screamed. She was dreaming the effects of the accident.
Malcolm jumped up. "Morgan, wake up!" He shook her gently. She didn't stir. He ran out of the room, looking for a Chris.
He spotted a blonde man with casts on his ribs and on his arm. He eyed him. "Are you Chris?" He asked. Chris nodded. "Yes, I am Chris-" Before he had a chance to finish, Malcolm slammed him up against the wall.
"You mother fucking piece of shit! How could you do this to Morgan?" He clasped his hands around Chris's neck and squeezed. The nurses had to pry Malcolm off of him. "You mother fucking asshole!" Malcolm screamed. Chris coughed for air.
*
Morgan sat up in the hospital bed. Malcolm entered again. "You're up…" He said, taking a seat next to her. Morgan nodded. "I love you." She said. He smiled. "I love you too." He kissed her gently. "When are you going to come home?"
"Tomorrow." She said. Malcolm grinned. "Great. I want to know if you'd come back to Connecticut with me. For a little while. I already asked your father." Morgan grinned. "That'd be great!" Malcolm kissed her forehead.
Morgan giggled. "You can't do any better than that?" She kissed his lips softly. "I can't wait to go back." She said.
Chris watched from the doorway. Morgan McMahon was not going back to Connecticut. Not if he could help it.