05.
"Here." Trish leaned over the hospital bed. "I brought you flowers." She placed a vase of yellow colored flowers on the nightstand.
"It's what I always wanted," Chris laughed. He looked over at the flowers. "I like yellow," He added quickly. "Sun flowers?"
"Daisies."
"Top choice." He gave her the thumbs up.
She rolled her eyes. "Hey, give me credit. I am not a guy. Thus, I don't know what they like." He shrugged. "Okay, I'll be nice." He leaned back on the pillow. It was bandaged, so he still didn't feel anything when he lay down.
It was extremely awkward, them staring at each other. He smiled at her without her noticing. She was sitting on a chair, wearing another trenchcoat. It was black. Her legs were crossed, and she was looking at her lap, picking lint off her pants.
"So…" Benoit trailed off.
"So…" She repeated.
"Were you in the ambulance with me?"
"Yeah."
"I didn't see you."
"You were unconscious."
"Figures."
She smiled at him. He smiled at her. And they both stared at their laps. The nurse poked her head into the room. She looked at the two adults, staring at each other and not saying a word. She laughed.
"Talkative, aren't we?" She smiled. "I'd hate to break up this gabfest, Mr. Benoit and company, but the doctor wants you in physical therapy now." Chris sighed. "Okay." He turned to Trish. "Come visit me later, will you?"
She smiled and nodded. She kissed him on the cheek. "I will." She leaned into his ear. "I'll stand by you," She whispered. And she left.
*
"Son of a bitch." Hunter clicked off the TV. "This is sick." Stephanie filed her nails, not really caring what happened. "Relax, Hunter. I thought you didn't care if Trish came back or not, or whatever she did with her pathetic life."
Hunter glared at her. "For your information, I DO like Trish. And I do care." He paused. "I like her chest, too." Stephanie rolled her eyes.
"Why don't you go over to the hospital and finish the job?" Stephanie suggested. "I am sick of staying cooped up in this damn hotel."
"Won't they think it odd if I have a sledgehammer with me in the fucking hospital?" Hunter asked, annoyed at his wife's stupidity.
"Oh yeah." She shrugged.
He rolled his eyes. "Don't you worry, Steph. I have a plan. And I won't even have to touch Benoit."
*
Trish arrived in her own hotel room she had checked herself into earlier that night. She threw her belongings onto the chair and clicked on her TV. She forgot that Smackdown was on. She looked at her stomach. She was getting hungry, too.
"I'll call room service," She decided. Just as she was about to pick up the phone, it rang. It was a shrill ring. She jumped. "Hello?" She asked cautiously.
"Hi, Trish." It was Hunter.
Trish flinched. She felt her blood freeze from his voice. She had an odd feeling that she knew this man. She wanted to hang up, but curiosity get the better of her, and she held onto the phone tightly.
"W-Who is this?"
"Consider it a voice from your past."
"Hunter?"
"Shit. My cover's blown."
"What the fuck do you want? Don't ever call me."
"Shut up, don't get your saline in a twist. Hear me out, okay? Listen." Hunter reached for his sledgehammer. "Listening?"
Trish nodded, but realized he couldn't see it. So she stumbled on her words. "Y-Y-Yeah. Now what is this all about?"
"Listen." He said again. "Now, I am not near Benoit right now, but I found an interesting piece of news. He's still alive. So…Here's what I want you do."
"Why would I want to do anything for you, you sick fuck?" Trish asked, her voice rising.
"You will if you want to see Benoit alive again, you will."
She paused. She did know what Hunter was capable of. Killing was in his league. And he would go after Benoit again, she was sure of it.
"W-What do you want me to do?" Trish asked. She almost tripped over a chair. She would so anything. If it saved Benoit from the wrath of Hunter…
Hunter sneered. He had Trish on the palm of his hand, right where he wanted her. "Come back to me."
"Never." Trish screamed.
"Fine then. Benoit dies. Tonight."
