David and everybody else ran over as Darelle was sprawled on the floor, out cold. "Darelle! Darelle! Oh my god! She's out cold!" shouted David as he checked her over. The frail girl didn't seem to be moving. David picked her up and placed her onto an empty bench. Trish, Rey and Torrie crowded around as the others watched from afar. Trish grabbed her water bottle and poured some of it onto her hand. She then splashed it in Darelle's face. She started to awaken but, was still fazed. David shook her as she opened her eyes.

"David?" She asked, meekly.

"Yes, Darelle. It's me, David. You fell off the top rope when you tried the West Coast Pop. Are you feeling alright?" He questioned in a comforting tone.

"I don't know. My back really hurts." She complained. He sat her up and held her.

"Awww. It'll be fine, Darelle. No more training for you. Right now, you need to recover."

"But, what about my match against Nidia?" asked Darelle.

"I'll fight her for you." Trish chimed in.

"You will?" Trish Stratus nodded, knowing that Darelle needed help. "Thanks Trish." Darelle smiled, weakly.

"No problem. Anything for my friend."

"Then, can you do my laundry?" asked Darelle, jokingly.

"Alright, ALMOST anything!" laughed Trish, along with the others.

The day went on, with David watching Darelle carefully. Darelle made sure not to work herself too hard because she knew that she was being watched by David, who was like a hawk. His eyes followed her everywhere and when she went to the bathroom, he got Lita to follow her. Lita reported that she was just washing her face and that she didn't hear or see anything suspicious. David was really worried. He knew that Darelle wasn't healthy but, he didn't know what was wrong with her.

Later that night, Darelle had forgotten to unlock her hotel room door. She had eaten a salami sandwich but, didn't want to keep it in. She walked to her bathroom. Meanwhile, David was walking down her hall, in search for her room. He knocked but she didn't hear it. Darelle had the bathroom door closed as David walked in because the door was unlocked. David heard gagging and opened the door slightly. To his horror, he saw Darelle leaned over the toilet with two of her fingers down her throat. She was barfing out the contents of her stomach. After she finished, she flushed the toilet and went to wash her hand and her mouth. When she looked in the mirror, David was standing by the doorway in shock. She saw him and turned around. "Darelle." He began to speak but, she began to cry and leaned her back against the wall.

"David! Don't say anything! I can explain!" She cried, between tears. "You probably think I'm more disgusting than before! But, the thing is.I couldn't stand myself. I felt so fat and ugly. Your father told me that you might've liked me and I was disgusted with myself." David sat down beside her and held her tightly.

"Darelle, please.I like you the way you are. You don't have to change for me. Please, stop barfing. I want you to be healthy. You're beautiful, ok? And my father was right.I do like you. I like you a lot but, this thing has got to stop. I don't want you throwing up because of me." David confessed.

"David, it just didn't seem right. I mean, all the other girls are so pretty and skinny. I felt so out of place."

"You don't need to feel out of place. You should know that you're beautiful."

"You really think I'm beautiful?"

"Yes." And with that, he kissed her.

For that moment, Darelle was free from all her insecurities. After that kiss, Darelle Hafsteen's life has changed FOREVER.

THE END

Author's Note: I KNOW! CRAPPY ENDING BUT, I GOT BORED WITH THIS STORY!