PART 52
OUTSIDE BRITNEY'S ROOM
Vince and Stephanie stood outside the door of the room where Britney was. They were going to be the first ones to go in and see her. On the way, it had been decided that Stephanie and Vince would go in first, Jay and Chris next, and finally Adam could go in alone. Jay wasn't too fond of the idea of Adam going in there by himself, but Adam personally requested that he do so. He didn't want anyone else in there when he told Britney about the baby.
"Alright Steph… you ready?" Vince asked, putting his arm around his daughter's shoulder. Stephanie took a deep, shaky breath… this was going to be harder for her than seeing Shane was. She hesitated a moment, and then nodded, allowing him to push the door open, knocking quietly as he did so.
"Hey sweetheart," Vince said when he saw Britney look up at him from her bed. Moving over to her, he sat down on the edge of her bed. "How are you feeling?" Britney shifted, wincing a little at the discomfort.
"Okay… I'm not really in that much pain, but my head is killing me," she noted. She wished she knew *why* her head was killing her, but for the life of her she just couldn't remember. She looked past Vince and saw Stephanie behind her. Her cousin had tears pouring out of her brown eyes. Britney gave her a confused and concerned look. "What's wrong Steph?"
If you only knew everything that's wrong right now, Steph thought. Bringing her hands up to her face, the brunette did her best to wipe the tears away from her eyes. Britney didn't know anything… she didn't know about Shane, she didn't know about her baby, she didn't know how crazy Adam was going. Steph felt horrible knowing all that she did and not being able to tell her anything. Before she went in, Jay made her promise not to say anything, that Adam would take care of that. Sighing loudly, Stephanie thought of an answer.
"I… I was just scared that we were going to lose you, that's all," she said halfheartedly. It was totally the truth, but she wasn't really lying either, so she felt a little better about it. Britney didn't believe her, but she accepted her answer anyway. She had a million questions anyway.
"Oh. Well, how did you guys find me? And who found me? And where was I for that matter?" she asked. She knew she was with Brock, and she vaguely remembered a few parts of what happened, like that she had absolutely no idea where she was.
"Well, Adam, Chris, and Shane found you… I think Brock just told them where you were, cocky bastard," Vince said, scowling as he mentioned Brock's name. "You were at Paul's house." Stephanie scowled as well at the mention of Levesque's name. That bastard probably gave Brock the key and everything. Britney nodded, trying to think of what happened while she was with Brock. She couldn't remember anything.
"Oh," was all she said. Stephanie let go of her father's hand, sitting in front of him on the bed.
"We really should go. It's late and we're not even supposed to be up here, and I'm sure the rest of the guys want to see you, and I'm sure you need to rest. I'll be back later on today," she said, leaning down and hugging her. Britney hugged her back as best as she could, wincing as she felt another sharp pain in her head. Stephanie stood and Vince slid down, leaning down to kiss Britney on the forehead.
"Get better quick honey… I want all of us to get out of this place as soon as possible," he said, smiling at her as they left the room. Britney sighed, resting back on her pillow. She heard someone clear their throat, and looked up to see Jay and Chris standing in the doorway.
"Hi kid," Chris said softly, coming over to her and sitting where Stephanie had sat moments ago. He looked at her tentatively for a moment, like he was thinking about what he was going to do or say next. Suddenly he pulled her up to him, wrapping his arms around her gently but firmly. "Don't ever scare me like that again."
"I'll try," she said, feeling choked up for the first time when she locked eyes with him. She could see the beginnings of tears forming in his crystal blue eyes. My God, how close to dying was I? She took his hand in hers, sending him a questioning look. "Chris, did something really bad happen to me?"
Chris was a little confused at her question. "What do you mean?"
"I mean what I said Chris… Steph was crying and you look like your about to… even Vince looked upset. What's wrong with me?" she asked. Jay, who was still standing in the doorway, closed the door and walked over and sat on the opposite side of Britney.
"It's just that it's been a stressful night. Between you and Shane, we were scared, and…"
"What about Shane?" Britney interrupted. She hadn't heard anything about anything happening to Shane. Jay cringed… she didn't know. Damn it Reso, learn to keep your mouth shut.
"He, uh… he was shot. When they went to the house you were at… Brock shot him," Jay answered quietly. When he saw her eyes widen in shock, he quickly finished. "But he's okay… in fact, he's already out of surgery and in a room. We saw him already. Trust me Brit, he's okay." His reassurance didn't do much to make her feel better. Shane had gotten shot trying to save her. Sure he was okay, but he shouldn't have even been shot in the first place.
"This is all my fault," Britney cried, fighting back the tears. Both Chris and Jay shook their heads.
"No it isn't, and don't let me hear you say that again," Chris warned her, cupping her face in his hands. "The only person at fault here is the son of a bitch that did this to you guys." Jay nodded firmly, reminding himself to talk to Chris later about hunting Brock down and killing him before the cops got to him. Chris sighed as he looked down at his injured friend. She looked so small in that bed. Wincing, he noticed for the first time that she had stitches running across the top of her head. Gently running his index finger underneath of them, he eyed her with concern.
"Shit… are you in pain?" he asked. There had to be twenty of them at least. Britney nodded, frowning as she suddenly remembered how her head had been injured.
"He hit me with a lamp," she said, to herself really. She looked down, trying to recall why he did it. All she could remember was him getting furious and picking the lamp up and swinging it at her.
"I know honey, he broke it too. I saw the pieces of it on the floor," Chris commented, thinking of when he'd ran up to the room. Jay's eyes widened… he hit her with a lamp? Scowling, all he could think of is how his list of reasons to kill Brock Lesnar was growing rapidly. Jay frowned at how morose the room had turned. He tried to think of something to lighten the mood, but at the moment, there was nothing he could really think of.
"So, does it hurt bad?" he finally settled on, even though he knew it was a dumb question.
"Well," Britney said, "it's okay. Sometimes it hurts really bad, like I'll get a sharp pain, but for the most part it's like a dull…" She trailed off when she looked up and noticed that the door was open and someone was standing in it. She locked eyes with the man in the door, seeing him for the first time in what felt like forever.
"Adam…"
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Adam stood in the doorway, almost gasping as he saw Britney for the first time. He felt like he hadn't seen her in eternity, when in reality it had been a little over nine hours. He simply stood there for a minute, staring at her from across the room. He winced almost unnoticeably as he saw the stitches on top of her head. He slowly began to move closer to her, watching as Adam and Jay said goodbye, kissed her on the forehead and stood. They walked past him, Jay placing a consoling hand on Adam's shoulder as they locked eyes. Adam knew the look Jay was sending him was a 'good luck' gaze. He nodded at his best friend, walking past him and over to his girlfriend's bed. He sat down next to her, cupping her hand in his face.
"Baby… you're okay," he said, looking at her sadly. She looked incredibly tiny and fragile in that hospital bed, surrounded by the pillows and sheets. Britney looked up at him, unable to tell if what he said was a statement or a question. Placing her hand on top of his, she frowned as she could see the tears filling his eyes. That was the third person she'd seen cry in the last five minutes. Something was up, and she was going to find out what it was.
"Yeah, I'm okay Adam… are you okay?" she asked, concerned. He sent her an odd look, wondering why in hell she would be asking him that question. Then again, he probably looked like hell, so it did make sense. He could feel the tears filling his eyes each time he tried to blink them back. He knew he couldn't lie to her.
"I, uh… no," he said, unable to bring himself to say yes. He let go of her face, looking at the wall. As he studied the wall, she studied his face, wondering what in hell was going on.
"W-well… why aren't you okay?" she asked fearfully. Wiping his eyes, Adam shook his head.
"Brit, do you remember what happened before you got knocked out?" he asked. He really didn't want to know what Lesnar did to her, but then again, part of him did. He wanted her to get her story out before he told her the bad news. Thinking hard, Britney was beginning to remember more and more of what happened.
"I, um… he yelled a lot, and he tied me to the bed so I wouldn't get away," she recalled. Then, it hit her… she remembered the rest of the event. She squeezed her eyes shut as she saw Brock hovering over her, unbuttoning her pants, pulling his off. Adam watched her as she shook her head, as if she was trying to rid herself of a vision.
"What is it? Baby, what else happened?" Adam asked, fear flooding his handsome features. When Britney opened her eyes, he could see that they had filled with tears. He put his arm around her shoulder as she tried to continue.
"I'm so sorry Adam… he… we had sex. I wanted to fight him… but I couldn't move my arms… I just… I just let him do it… I'm sorry," she said, looking away from him. Adam couldn't believe it. Not only had he shot Shane, killed two police officers, beat the hell of his girlfriend, killed his baby… he made Britney have sex with him too?
"W-what?" he asked, his mouth going completely dry. "Oh my God." He never even thought it could happen… not to Britney. Telling her about the baby was becoming a harder and harder task by the minute. He decided that he had to do it… he couldn't play around any longer.
"Brit, I uh… I have to tell you something," he said cautiously. Britney looked back at him. She wondered why he hadn't said anything more about what she'd just told him, but she didn't argue.
"What is it?" she asked, looking at him expectantly. She frowned as she watched a tear slide down his cheek. Oh God… this wasn't going to be good.
"Um… it's about… it's about the baby," he said, closing his eyes. He couldn't bear to look at her when he told her this. "The baby… it's gone Brit." As soon as he finished his sentence, the tears sprang from his eyes. That was the first time he'd actually said it out loud, and it hurt worse than he'd ever imagined. It made him realize yet again that he was no longer a father. My baby is dead. Britney wasn't sure she heard what he said at first, but then his words sunk like a ton of bricks.
"What? What do you mean gone? Like, dead?" she asked, putting a hand over her mouth in shock. Brock killed her baby… he actually hated the poor, innocent baby enough to kill it. Adam nodded, waiting for her reaction. She hadn't really passed the shock phase yet. Then, he watched the tears gradually fill his eyes, not bothering to try and control his own anymore.
"I'm so sorry honey," he said, pulling her closer to him.
He wished that holding her would make the pain go away like it always had, but for some reason, he didn't think it was going to work this time. She leaned into his embrace, wrapping her arms around his neck as she burst into sobs. He held her tightly as she shook against him, sobbing loudly. He wanted to tell her to be quiet, that she might wake the other patients, but he couldn't. He felt horrible, worse than he had all day. For the first time in their entire relationship, he couldn't comfort her. He couldn't make it go away, because nothing that he did would bring the baby back. He moved his legs up onto the bed, laying down next to her as he did the only thing he could do… he cried with her.
That was probably my saddest chapter yet. So what do you think????? Review please!
