Her cell phone rang, waking her out of a dead sleep. She fumbled for the phone and answered it.
"Hello?" she asked.
"Hi, is this Patricia Helms?"
"This is she. May I ask whose calling?"
"My name is John Chavez; I'm with the North Carolina State Police. I regret to inform you that your husband, Gregory Helms was in a car accident,"
"Oh my god, is he alright?"
"I can't give that information over the phone, but he's at Raleigh General."
"Thank you, Sir," she said, hanging up. She struggled to her feet and sighed. She had to figure out a way to get to Raleigh with injuring herself. She was 37 weeks pregnant and in a prime spot in her pregnancy for labor. In addition, there was the fact she could not fit behind the wheel any longer.
Against her better judgment, she picked up her phone and dialed Shane's best friend, despite the fact it was 2:30 in the morning.
"Hello?" she heard Jeff's wife, Nidia say. Trish felt horrible, for the woman only sounded half-awake.
"Hi, Nidia, this is Trish, could you wake Jeff up?"
"He's up already with Rhiannon," she said, referring to their two-month-old daughter.
"Can I talk to him?" she asked.
"Sure,"
"Trish, what's wrong?" Jeff asked, coming to the phone.
"Shane was in a car accident and I need a ride to Raleigh. I'd drive myself except I'm too big to fit behind the wheel"
"Be right over" he said, hanging up. Trish struggled to her feet and went over to a dresser. She pulled out a plain white t-shirt and a pair of black stretch pants. She quickly threw them on, paying no attention to the active baby, within.
When she paid no attention to her unborn child, you could pretty much guarantee something was wrong. Ever since the baby had started moving, Trish would do something to acknowledge the fact her child was moving. In fact, it wasn't uncommon to walk in and find her talking to her belly.
"Sweetie, calm down" she thought with a quick pat to the belly.
Twenty minutes later… Trish sighed as she looked at Jeff. She knew she owed him a great favor for leaving his family at two in the morning to help her.
"What hospital?" he asked.
"Raleigh General, I just hope he's alright," she told him. He looked at her.
"Anytime, Shane's my best friend. I was snowed in when The WWE was in Baltimore. Nidia went into labor. Who helped her? Shane" Jeff said. Trish sighed. She knew he was right.
"Jeff, what if he's dead? I don't know if I can raise Greg by myself." Trish said.
"Greg? I thought you were having a girl," he said.
"I am; her name will be Gregoria Simone. If we ever have a boy, his name will be Patrick Aidan," she told him.
"Trish, Shane is a fighter. There is no way a car accident will kill Shane Helms," he said. Trish sighed, hoping he was right.
One hour later… Trish sighed as they pulled up to the hospital. She made a mental note, never to drive with Jeff again. What was normally a two-hour trip turned into an hour with Jeff basically ignoring the speed limit.
"Come on, Jeffro" she said, using the nickname he couldn't stand.
"Trish, if you weren't pregnant, I'd leave you on the curb," he said. She sighed, feeling a sharp kick from the baby.
"Jeff, I am so nervous," she said. He looked at her.
"Trish, if anything happens to Shane, I will help you through it all. Shane did a great favor to me, and I can never repay him," Jeff said. She rushed into the hospital.
"Excuse me, my husband was brought in, following a car accident" she told a desk clerk.
The woman, whose nametag read Miranda, looked at her.
"Your husband's name?" she asked.
"Gregory Helms" Trish replied. Miranda typed it into a computer. Her eyes widened as she read the screen. Her eyes fell upon Trish's belly and sighed.
"Dr. Mason, Mr. Helms' wife is here," she said. Trish immediately noticed a look in Miranda's eyes that she couldn't quite understand.
"Mrs. Helms, as the police informed you, your husband was brought in, following a car accident. A drunk driver struck him. I am going to be honest, Mrs. Helms, it does not look good. He has head trauma, a broken arm, numerous cuts and abrasions. In my medical opinion, he's never going to wake up. He's intubated, which means…"
"I know what intubated means!" she exclaimed.
"There's a good chance he may never come off the ventilator. Even if he did, I would think he would need extensive therapy to regain the use of basic motor skills. He would never be the same," Dr. Mason told her. Trish looked at her.
"None of that matters. Percentage wise, what's his chance for recovery?" she asked.
"At the moment, I'd say 40% that he'd come out of the coma with full motor skills. We don't know if he'd be able to walk, we don't know if he'd be impotent, all you can do now is pray," Dr. Mason said.
"Whether he's impotent doesn't matter to me, what I know is if he were to beat this, would he remember me?" she asked.
"We really don't know. Any more questions?" Dr. Mason asked.
"Yes, are you qualified in Obstetrics?" Trish asked.
"Yes, are you in labor?" she asked.
"Yes, my water just broke" Trish informed her.
One hour later… Trish sighed as she looked at her new daughter. Gregoria Simone Helms had been born after a labor of thirty minutes. She weighed 6 pounds, 5ounces and was the spitting image of her father.
"Trish, you aren't going to believe this!" Jeff exclaimed. Trish looked at him.
"Yes?" she asked.
"He opened his eyes!" he exclaimed. "Dr. Mason's going to pull him off the ventilator."
"What?" She asked interested.
"Dr. Mason doesn't know for sure but it looks like he's going to be fine," Jeff said.
"Let me go see him," she said. Jeff looked at her.
"We'll have to drop Greg in the nursery," he told her.
"Yes, Jeff" Trish replied.
Two hours later… Trish marveled over her husband, who was doing fine. She could not believe that this was the same man who little over three hours ago had been given such a grim diagnosis.
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