Disclaimer: I own nothing but Lisa, got it? Spank you.
A/N: Thank you a million times over to Lizzie Borden who is pretty much the only living being (besides me) who is reading this. She reviews at least. Not to dis you other peeps out there who might be reading this. If you are reading this and you haven't reviewed at least 5 times, then what are you doing? REVIEW!!!!!! DAMN YOU PEOPLE!! REVIEW!!!!!!!
** Lizzie Borden runs up to Eric.
"What the hell did you do that to Chris for?" She screams at Eric. Eric slightly backs away. Like the old saying goes, hell hath no rage like a woman.
"I felt like it. Do you want to join him?"
"I don't think so bitch." Lizzie says, pulling out a submachine gun and a shotgun. Jerichosbabe2007 walks up behind Lizzie, holding Uzi's and Magnums. Eric and his gang look like they are about to shit their pants.
"Uh....we're real sorry..." They said rather quickly. Lizzie and JB2007 looked skeptical.
"What do you say? Blow em sky high?" JB2007 asks.
"You know it." Lizzie answers, firing her guns. Eric and his gang are turned to a bloody pulp. JB2007 and Lizzie slap hands in a high-five.
"Yeah!!!" They yell in unison.
"Shit." JB2007 says immediately afterwards.
"What?"
"I need those guys for a while yet. I'll have to re-create them. We can kill them again later. That cool?"
"I guess.." Lizzie reluctantly agrees.
**P.S. If anyone else would like to be in these silly little things, review the story and I'll put you in!!
**Real story now**
"Lisa! Lisa, wake up!" Amy nudged her new-found friend. Lisa's eyes slowly opened.
"Wha...did they find out anything new?" she asked groggily, obviously still sleepy.
"Yeah, he's worse. He slipped into a coma, and they don't know if he's even going to make it through tonight." Amy said slowly and sadly. Lisa's eyes snapped open and she sat up straight at the end of the message.
"Shit." She muttered. Jeff walked up then, holding a cup of coffee in his hand.
"Lisa, they want to talk to you about something up there." He said, gesturing to the elevator. Lisa stood up.
"O.K. I'll be back as soon as I can, hopefully I'll bring some good news with me." She said, and then started walking to the elevator. She found herself thinking about the stupidest things to keep from crying. "Why is the freaking intensive care unit on the top floor?" she thought. "If there would be an earthquake, they'd probably be the first to go." She then punched the button for the top floor. She then stood back and listened to the stupid elevator music they had playing. She shook her head. "That's music?" she asked herself.
Finally the little bell sounded to tell her that she had reached her destination. The doors opened, and she walked out. She walked down the hallway a little bit until she came to the room in which she had been told was Chris's. Three doctors were having a "quiet argument", if there is such a thing. One of the doctors noticed Lisa, and he walked over to her, moving her away from the window before she could get a glimpse of Chris.
"You must be Lisa Irvine." The doctor said politely. He didn't reach to shake her hand (that would just be stupid!). "I'm Dr. Jules."
"Hello." Lisa said as politely as she could under the circumstances.
Dr. Jules then explained to Lisa that he thought it would be best if she would try to spend as much time as she could in the room with Chris. Talking to him, singing, it didn't matter. Just so long as someone familiar was with him. They didn't know if he had any kind of brain damage, but they didn't want to risk the chance of him becoming terrified after waking, then suffering memory loss.
"I'll be in there 24/7, you can count on it. Do you mind if his friends come in too?" she asked. Dr. Jules shook his head.
"It doesn't matter to me, just so long as someone is with him." He said. Then he walked back to the other 2 doctors. Lisa walked over to the door, and she opened it ever so quietly. She quickly turned to close it after walking in. When she turned around to face Chris, she was shocked by what she saw.
Wires and tubes were attached to him at every place imaginable. A machine was breathing for him. Yet another sucked the saliva out of his mouth to keep him from choking on his own spit. There were machines recording his brain waves, his heart and his blood pressure. Lisa put a hand over her mouth and bit her tongue to keep from bursting out in tears. She quickly pulled a chair to Chris's beside where she would sit to keep her vigil. She alone in the room with Chris, thinking about how horrible he looked. Thinking about he looked like a washed up has-been , not like the larger- than-life king of the world, cocky SOB Chris Jericho.
But then again, Chris Irvine and Chris Jericho were 2 entirely different people.
Lisa couldn't help but think that only a personas good as her brother would take a bullet for a complete stranger. She loved and hated him for that. It always got him hurt in the end, but yet he continued to do it. She knew in the way that Chris had looked at Amy that he loved her. He had that look in his eyes. Lisa hoped that Amy would be good for her brother.
"Hurry back, bro. Hurry back." She whispered to him before Jeff and Amy walked in.
A/N: Thank you a million times over to Lizzie Borden who is pretty much the only living being (besides me) who is reading this. She reviews at least. Not to dis you other peeps out there who might be reading this. If you are reading this and you haven't reviewed at least 5 times, then what are you doing? REVIEW!!!!!! DAMN YOU PEOPLE!! REVIEW!!!!!!!
** Lizzie Borden runs up to Eric.
"What the hell did you do that to Chris for?" She screams at Eric. Eric slightly backs away. Like the old saying goes, hell hath no rage like a woman.
"I felt like it. Do you want to join him?"
"I don't think so bitch." Lizzie says, pulling out a submachine gun and a shotgun. Jerichosbabe2007 walks up behind Lizzie, holding Uzi's and Magnums. Eric and his gang look like they are about to shit their pants.
"Uh....we're real sorry..." They said rather quickly. Lizzie and JB2007 looked skeptical.
"What do you say? Blow em sky high?" JB2007 asks.
"You know it." Lizzie answers, firing her guns. Eric and his gang are turned to a bloody pulp. JB2007 and Lizzie slap hands in a high-five.
"Yeah!!!" They yell in unison.
"Shit." JB2007 says immediately afterwards.
"What?"
"I need those guys for a while yet. I'll have to re-create them. We can kill them again later. That cool?"
"I guess.." Lizzie reluctantly agrees.
**P.S. If anyone else would like to be in these silly little things, review the story and I'll put you in!!
**Real story now**
"Lisa! Lisa, wake up!" Amy nudged her new-found friend. Lisa's eyes slowly opened.
"Wha...did they find out anything new?" she asked groggily, obviously still sleepy.
"Yeah, he's worse. He slipped into a coma, and they don't know if he's even going to make it through tonight." Amy said slowly and sadly. Lisa's eyes snapped open and she sat up straight at the end of the message.
"Shit." She muttered. Jeff walked up then, holding a cup of coffee in his hand.
"Lisa, they want to talk to you about something up there." He said, gesturing to the elevator. Lisa stood up.
"O.K. I'll be back as soon as I can, hopefully I'll bring some good news with me." She said, and then started walking to the elevator. She found herself thinking about the stupidest things to keep from crying. "Why is the freaking intensive care unit on the top floor?" she thought. "If there would be an earthquake, they'd probably be the first to go." She then punched the button for the top floor. She then stood back and listened to the stupid elevator music they had playing. She shook her head. "That's music?" she asked herself.
Finally the little bell sounded to tell her that she had reached her destination. The doors opened, and she walked out. She walked down the hallway a little bit until she came to the room in which she had been told was Chris's. Three doctors were having a "quiet argument", if there is such a thing. One of the doctors noticed Lisa, and he walked over to her, moving her away from the window before she could get a glimpse of Chris.
"You must be Lisa Irvine." The doctor said politely. He didn't reach to shake her hand (that would just be stupid!). "I'm Dr. Jules."
"Hello." Lisa said as politely as she could under the circumstances.
Dr. Jules then explained to Lisa that he thought it would be best if she would try to spend as much time as she could in the room with Chris. Talking to him, singing, it didn't matter. Just so long as someone familiar was with him. They didn't know if he had any kind of brain damage, but they didn't want to risk the chance of him becoming terrified after waking, then suffering memory loss.
"I'll be in there 24/7, you can count on it. Do you mind if his friends come in too?" she asked. Dr. Jules shook his head.
"It doesn't matter to me, just so long as someone is with him." He said. Then he walked back to the other 2 doctors. Lisa walked over to the door, and she opened it ever so quietly. She quickly turned to close it after walking in. When she turned around to face Chris, she was shocked by what she saw.
Wires and tubes were attached to him at every place imaginable. A machine was breathing for him. Yet another sucked the saliva out of his mouth to keep him from choking on his own spit. There were machines recording his brain waves, his heart and his blood pressure. Lisa put a hand over her mouth and bit her tongue to keep from bursting out in tears. She quickly pulled a chair to Chris's beside where she would sit to keep her vigil. She alone in the room with Chris, thinking about how horrible he looked. Thinking about he looked like a washed up has-been , not like the larger- than-life king of the world, cocky SOB Chris Jericho.
But then again, Chris Irvine and Chris Jericho were 2 entirely different people.
Lisa couldn't help but think that only a personas good as her brother would take a bullet for a complete stranger. She loved and hated him for that. It always got him hurt in the end, but yet he continued to do it. She knew in the way that Chris had looked at Amy that he loved her. He had that look in his eyes. Lisa hoped that Amy would be good for her brother.
"Hurry back, bro. Hurry back." She whispered to him before Jeff and Amy walked in.