*disclaimer* I do not own any WWF personas you own, nor do I care to, well… maybe I want to, but I won't tell. ; ) Anyways, everyone else I own except Gwendolyn, who owns herself, and probably covets the duck, and Marie owns herself too Oh yeah, the song you see in here is "No one knows" by Queens of the Stone Age, but I'm borrowing it 'cuz it's pretty. So there, don't sue me, but I doubt that'll happen, so go onto the story and go review! : )
Chrissy slowly breathed in and sat down on a nearby chair backstage. She was tired, well, more like exhausted. She didn't feel like moving and her body just hurt from running around and bandaging up wrestlers. That's all she did, or at least that's what it felt like. Taping them up, covering wounds, taping up fake wounds… and on and on… Except for the one conversation with Skittles. That had amused her. He was absolutely nuts, and sweet, not like his brother Matt at all. He had talked about how he love to dye her hair. It made her laugh. She had never given much thought to that. Then he had gone on about how he thought she was Glen's wife and how she was a much better doctor than Lucy was. She loved being better over Lucy in anyone's mind.
Slowly, she shook her head and leaned against the wall, taking a deep breath for a moment. At least now, she could relax for a few moments. Any moments away from Lucy were heaven. The woman was a tyrant. Lucy didn't know the meaning of fun and Chrissy couldn't stand her snotty moods. She wanted to beat the woman to the ground. Maybe that comes from being around these wrestlers, wanting to hurt someone bad. Chrissy thought ironically then smiled to herself. Someday, Chrissy would think of a plan to destroy Lucy, but she had other things to do tonight.
"You don't get to whack me this time."
Startled, Chrissy's arms flew into the air and she smacked someone hard in the arm. She looked over to see Raven and she bit her lip to keep from smiling. "Sorry."
He sighed. "Abusive. How're you Christina?"
She shrugged. "I could be better, but then again, I could be worse. Tired… really."
"Lucy working you to the bone?"
She cringed at the name of her. She hated Lucy beyond reasoning. "Yeah, and since it's the pay-per-view, everyone is running around screaming like mental ward patients. It's driving me even a little bit batty."
He laughed quietly and smiled. "Are you having fun otherwise?"
"I don't know. I wish I could see my brother more and talk to you and Hunter. I guess, I thought it would be a lot more fun, rather than work. Seems even this silly sport is actually hard work."
"Just about." Raven said quietly.
"Anyway, how've you been? You're not on television much."
He shook his head. "Stupid angle they're playing with another wrestling company and then we got destroyed awhile back before you showed up and…" He looked up to see her face. She looked baffled beyond belief. Raven laughed. "Let's just say they don't need me on t.v. just yet, but I'll be back in about two weeks."
"Oh, okay." She slowly nodded. " Sorry, I'm not a real wrestling fan."
"Evident."
She glared at him playfully, then started to giggle. "You're an odd man, Raven."
"So I'm told, I probably just think too much for the likes of these people."
Chrissy shook her head and chuckled. "Maybe. Maybe you're of a higher intelligence, but if you are, why are you wrestling with these imbeciles?"
He laughed, throwing his head back, and sounding almost evil. "You really don't like wrestling."
"You figure that out now if it's some great discovery." She giggled.
Raven smiled at her. No, you're the great discovery."
Chrissy noticed the tone in his voice. He was talking about her in more of a relationship way. Chrissy felt her body go cold, not on purpose, but because she hadn't thought of something like this. Not so soon after John. Even though John's death was more than 5 years ago. She turned away and muttered, "Thanks. Hey… I have to go check in with Lucy again… I'll talk to you sometime…" She muttered, disenchanted and moved away slowly.
Raven sighed and threw his head back into the wall. "Dammit… what the hell did I do now?"
"Hmm… were you just hitting on Dr. Jacobs?"
Raven looked back, surprised to see Jeff. "Where the hell did you come from, Skittles?"
Jeff shrugged, and looked up, as if trying to figure it out. "Well… my mommy once said…"
"NEVER MIND. Skittles just leave me alone. You're annoying me."
Jeff shrugged and ran away, probably running to bother someone else. How Raven felt so much pity for that person. Raven sat there for a moment, thinking, then sighed. He had messed up tonight, but didn't plan on doing it again.
***
Chrissy felt the pager buzz on her belt and she moved outside, with the other medics. Tonight was the night when paged, you were supposed to immediately go out and help the person in the ring. She hadn't been out just yet, since nothing had been extremely harmful, but as soon as she stepped out, Chrissy felt a cold shiver go down her spine.
She saw her brother lying in the ring, motionless. Hunter stood above him, still in character, yelling at him, screaming obscenities. She ran ahead of the medical crew and slid into the ring quickly. She bent down next to Glen, searching around on his wrist for a pulse. Then, she was pulled up against Hunter, by her hair. What are you doing?" She screeched.
He started to whisper quietly. "Make sure Glen is okay, he was complaining ribs… now just act along with me for a moment." He started to curse at her then threw her back down, and stalked out of the ring.
She looked up at him in fear for a moment, then crawled over to Glen. He wasn't moving, and his breathing was shallow. He probably was saving his strength; at least she hoped he was. "It'll be okay Glen, I'll get you out of here… I'll make sure your okay." She felt his pulse, steady and slow. She was worried, and wanted him to go to the hospital. She looked towards the EMT's who were slowly moving him out of the ring. "He could have a concussion, I don't know, so be very careful with him."
"We will." One of them responded as they slowly set him on the stretcher.
Chrissy heard the silence around her and noticed the fans had quieted down. She blinked off the few tears in her eyes. She hated the fact that someone got hurt, but it hit her in her gut more that it was her brother. She nervously slid out of the ring and followed them EMT's to the back.
In the back, Mark, Gwen, and Hunter were waiting nervously.
"Jesus Christ, Chrissy, what's wrong with him?" Mark asked.
She sighed and watched them load him into the ambulance. "His ribs are probably broken and I think he got a concussion. What the hell were you two doing out there?"
"He told me to hit him with the sledgehammer."
Chrissy felt wobbly, then, she fainted.
Hunter grabbed her before she hit the floor and slowly set her down on a nearby chair. "Mark, go get me some water or something."
"Did she fall asleep on the job?" Lucy voice screeched through the moment like nails on a chalkboard.
"She fainted." Mark said, his voice on edge.
Gwen glared at Lucy and held the duck close to her chest. "Stupid bitch… Glen'll be okay, won't he, duckie?" She whispered quietly and went to go jump in the ambulance to ride with Glen before it left.
Lucy grabbed a bottle of water and splashed it on Chrissy's face, then walked away. "We still have work, the night is not over, you know."
Mark clenched his hands tightly. "Why the hell is that stingy bitch still employed here?"
"Vince likes to fuck her, that's all that I know." Chrissy said, as she spit the water out of her mouth. She looked over at Hunter, apologetically, and said, "Sorry for fainting. Sledgehammers and my brother don't make me very… happy." She looked around, and saw that the ambulance and Gwen were gone. "Did she go to the hospital with him?"
"Yeah, her and Elmer."
Chrissy tried to force the tears from her eyes. She didn't want to cry, not in front of Mark or Hunter. "I have to- I don't know." She ran away from both of them.
"Girl's a mess." Mark observed quietly and went out for the last match of the night.
***
Chrissy had finished her job, for the night, without angering Lucy too much. Raven, Hunter, and Mark all had stopped by to see if she was okay. She said she was, but she knew she looked awful. Her mascara was running on her face and her eyes were puffy and red. She grabbed her purse from the chair. Her bag was already in Glen's rental car. She pulled the keys from her purse.
"Are you sure you should be driving?" Hunter asked quietly as he appeared from nowhere.
She jumped back, and clutched at her chest. "Do NOT scare me. I'm a mess, and I probably shouldn't be driving. Why, do you want to?"
"Yeah, I was going to go to see how Glen was."
She threw the keys to him. "Fine, drive."
***
As soon as Chrissy entered the room, she felt a little bit better. She heard Gwen's chatter about the duck and Glen's deep, low rumble of laughter. "Glen?"
He looked up from his hospital bed and smiled. "Hey Chrissy."
She looked over at Gwen, who had a duck head peeking out of her shirt. "Uhm… why is there a duck in your shirt?"
"Well you don't think I could just walk in here with a duck, do you? I had to hide Elmer, so… I put him in my shirt." She stated simply.
Chrissy was confused, for a moment, then she chuckled. "So what happened? Broken ribs? Contusion?"
"Both right, not bad enough to be a concussion. My ribs are going to hurt for awhile, and I'm supposed to try to not do anything extraneous."
Chrissy nodded, and went to go grab his chart. She was going to make sure everything looked in place. "You're lucky your lung wasn't punctured by your ribs." Chrissy finished reading the chair, and put it back in the front of the bed. "You scared me Glen."
"Sorry, Chrissy. It comes with the business. I have to go sell the moves out there, and I told Hunter to do it." Glen explained quietly.
"Glen… you said you wouldn't get hurt."
He corrected her. "I said I would try not to get hurt and need your help, Chrissy."
Chrissy quieted for a moment and looked over at Gwen, who was preoccupied with the duck. She looked back up at Glen, who was looking so apologetic it made Chrissy's heart hurt. "I know, but you're my only true family I've got left besides Mom. I'm worried that you're going to get seriously hurt one day, Glen."
"He won't get hurt, he knows what he's doing." Gwen prompted, interrupting. "This was just an accident. These things don't usually happen, at least not to this extent."
"What about all those wrestlers out with neck injuries? Gwen, I know he's your husband, and you know more about this wrestling than I'll ever know, but I'm a doctor, and I'm damn well entitled to be worried about my patient."
Gwen nodded. "I know that, I'm worried about him too. He's Glen; he comes through everything. Just like the staph infection on his elbow, his broken elbow… he's tough, Chrissy, and this is his job. He's well taken care of."
Chrissy rubbed her face. She was allowed to be worried, but she when she saw him out there, her heart lurched into her throat. "I guess I'm just not used to see my brother hurt." She said quietly and stepped out of the room.
"She's got a lot of pain in her past, Gwen. You gotta' remember how John and Evan died."
Gwen nodded simply then smiled. "I know, but she'll get through if I know Chrissy right or…"
Glen cringed. He knew it was going to be one of Gwen's crazy schemes. "Or what?"
"We'll get her a duckie!"
Glen smiled. Leave it to his wife and her duck to make him smile after breaking his ribs. He just hoped Chrissy was up to getting through the pain she didn't seem to want to leave in the past, where it belonged.
However Gwen didn't mean a real duck, maybe more a companion… someone who was in the wrestling business…
***
We get some rules to follow
That and this
These and those
No one knows
We get these pills to swallow
How they stick
In your throat
Tastes like gold
Oh, what you do to me
No one knows
Chrissy glared at the CD player in the car accusingly. Why did he have to sing about this, right now? Why did it feel like they were taking the words in her head and keeping it in the songs? Why couldn't she take it anymore?
But she knew why.
Chrissy had everything and then it was gone. She never knew anymore. Nothing made sense. John had made her happy, made her want to die. His prescense sometimes made her want to murder. But he had never known. She was perfect for him.
And I realize you're mine
Indeed a fool of mine
And I realize you're mine
Indeed a fool of mine
Ahh
I journey through the desert
Of the mind
With no hope
I found low
I drift along the ocean
Dead lifeboats in the sun
And come undone
But he really wasn't hers. He was never hers. She had lost it all when he had died. Even if he had been hers, he wouldn't have wanted her after a few years, like he had done to her. Chrissy grimaced, a tear slipping down her cheek.
Pleasently caving in
I come undone
And I realize you're mine
Indeed a fool of mine
And I realize you're mine
Indeed a fool and mine
Ahhh
Heaven smiles above me
What a gift there below
But no one knows
A gift that you give to me
No one knows
A gift that you give to me…no one knows… No one would ever know what he had done to her, at least if she had any say on the matter. Leave it to me to pick the worst song to listen to coming here. Chrissy sighed, locked the door, and went to go find the stairs.
Chrissy made her way up to the hotel counter, checked in and grabbed her key. She looked towards the elevator, decided against it, and went for the stairs. She needed the exercise. Pushing open the stair door, she heard someone say something and she sighed. She knew it was going to be Raven, she just knew it.
"Ouch."
She looked down to see Jeff sitting on the floor, rubbing his head. She felt bad, seeing him kind of like a little forlorn rabbit. "Oh, I'm sorry, did I hit you? Damn, I'm a klutz."
He shrugged. "My fault, I walked into it."
She pushed back a few pieces of her loose hair and eyed him for a second. "What are you doing in here anyway?"
Jeff shrugged. "I got lost looking for my room."
Chrissy shook her head. "C'mon, I'll find it for you.
***
As soon as Jeff was safely in his room, Chrissy walked away. She felt sorry for the boy, but she had a feeling he wasn't as flighty as he came on to be. She just had to figure out why he came off that way. She walked down the hall, and opened her door.
"Hey, Chrissy!"
Surprised, she saw Mark sitting on the couch with his third wife, Marie. "Hi… what are you doing in my room?"
"Oh, we're rooming together. Don't you remember?" Marie said plainly and smiled at her, then turned back to watch the t.v.
"I thought I was… Glen…" She trailed off slowly. "Oh, never mind. So when did you get in here, Marie?"
"Right after the show. Mark picked me up at the airport. I'm coming along for awhile." Marie grinned.
Chrissy nodded. "Keep it down, I'm going to bed and I'm tired."
"No problem. Hey, is Glen okay?" Mark asked, stepping up from the couch.
She put her purse down on the coffee table before answering then looked up at Mark. "Yeah… he's got a contusion and some broken ribs. A little bit of bruising on his eye too, but he'll be fine. Gwen right there with him, with the duck." She laughed a little. "He'll be okay."
"Good, now go get a good night's rest." Mark said.
"I'll try." Chrissy yawned. She went into the bathroom, changed into her nightshirt, got ready for bed, then fell asleep as soon as her head hit the pillow.
***
Ring.
Ring!
RING!!!!!!
Chrissy screamed as she awoke and crawled from her bed to get to her phone on the coffee table. She laid on the floor, exhausted, and turned on the phone. "Hi Basia." She muttered and curled up on the ground. At least the carpet was comfy.
"Mon amie, you don't sound happy."
"You wake me up at the crack of dawn, Basi."
Basia laughed. "C'est vrai, c'est vrai…"
Chrissy cringed. Kurt Angle. It's true, it's true. "I'm going to hurt you Basi." She said quietly.
"Oh you know I kid, really." Basia laughed,"but what else am I supposed to do? My kids would kill me."
"Wonder why I haven't yet."
"Because I'm your friend, mebbe… now, the real reason I called."
Chrissy laughed, then said sarcastically, "You don't like talking to me in the morning?"
"You must be crazy, girl; you're the devil. I wanted to see how Glen was doing. I was watching last night."
"He's got a contusion and some broken ribs, and soon a black eye. He'll be fine though. Nothing too serious." Chrissy explained.
"Good, good. Now… Chrissy, my kids, they want to see you, come down here sometime? We'll have a good time, just like old times, then you can spend some time with your dogs."
Chrissy sighed. "I'll try, Basi, I promise I will."
"Good, you do that." Basi laughed for a moment, then all there was was a dial tone.
Chrissy stared at the phone for a second, in awe, and laid on the floor. This was going to be a long day…
TBC….
(a/n: YOU MUST REVIEW OR I WILL NOT FINISH POSTING! MWAHAHA - SAPHRIN)