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A/N: OK, onto the next chapter!!
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12:00-1:00PM
**12:00** Stephanie pulled into the hospital's parking garage while the man next to her was holding a gun to her ribcage.
"What are we going to do here?" she asked him.
"We're going to pay your pal, Irvine, a visit." He said simply.
"What are we going to do?" Stephanie asked, her voice getting a little louder as she turned off the car.
"I'll tell you when it's time." He said. The man concealed his gun, and Stephanie kept thinking about where she had seen this man earlier.
**12:03** Shawn was holding onto his cell phone so tight that his knuckles were starting to turn white. He could hear the paramedics in the background at his house, trying to revive his son. Kevin remained silent. Vince was staring at Shawn, trying to figure out what had happened. He was about to ask him when Kevin spoke over the phone again.
"Shawn, I need to tell you about something that I found in the bathroom." Shawn sighed.
"What was it?" he asked. Kevin stepped out of the bathroom and into the hall as the paramedics still tried to revive Cameron.
"I saw a pregnancy test in the trash, man. According to the test, she's pregnant." Kevin said. Shawn couldn't even think about it. He was fearing for his only son's life.
"Shawn! Cameron's OK, he's coughing and breathing on his own again!!" Kevin yelled over the phone. Shawn let out a huge sigh of relief.
"Kev, can you bring him up to Connecticut, when they are finished with him there? I don't think that we should keep him in Texas." Shawn said. Kevin nodded on the other end.
"Sure, I'll see what I can do, and if there are any problems, I'll call you." Kevin said, then hung up. Shawn hung up and leaned back in the chair. At the rate this day was going, he figured he'd be lucky to go through the whole day without having a heart attack. He told Vince the shortened version of what had happened, then said he needed a bit of fresh air.
**12:09** Stephanie and the mystery man sat in the hospital waiting room. They were waiting to hear news about Chris. Stephanie still hadn't made up her mind if this man wanted to hurt or help Chris. She could swear that she had been with Chris when she saw this man last. True, he had technically kidnapped her, but she was beginning to believe that was just to scare her into doing what he wanted.
Only time would tell.
**12:13** Bischoff shoved open the double doors that led to the entrance lobby of the arena. He had just found out from one of his contacts that Trish was dead.
And he, quite frankly, was pissed.
Mark Calloway was the first person he saw on his way to his office.
"Mark, I need you to do something for me." Bischoff told him. Taker stopped walking and glanced at him for a minute.
"What?"
"Well, here's the deal, you do this for me, and I automatically bestow the title to you and give you a raise." He said. Taker narrowed his eyes.
"What do I have to do?"
**12:17** Vince rubbed his temples. Today was shaping up to be the worst and longest day of his entire life. He'd just gotten off the phone with Shane and Linda. He told them to be on their toes because he thought that someone might be trying to hurt them. He didn't go into detail because there was too much detail to go into. Shawn was out for a walk, getting some fresh air, and after hearing what had almost happened, Vince decided to let him have some alone time.
Vince prayed that Stephanie and Chris were both okay.
**12:20** At that moment, Vince's office phone rang. He picked it up.
"H-Hello?" he stuttered in a small voice.
"Mr. McMahon?" a man on the other end asked.
"Yes, this is him, to whom am I speaking to?"
"I'm Greg Louis with the Northwest Regional Hospital paramedics. I have unfortunate news about some of your performers." He said. Vince closed his eyes and braced himself for the worst.
"What is it?" he asked wearily.
"A Ms. Trish Stratus was killed in a car wreck about an hour ago." Vince felt his stomach lurch, but he let out a sigh of relief that it wasn't Stephanie or Chris.
"That's horrible." Vince said sincerely.
"We also have reports that a Mr. Chris Irvine was injured and a Ms. Stephanie McMahon-your daughter I would presume- were both reportedly taken to the nearest hospital." Vince suddenly found it hard to swallow.
"Were they both alive?" he managed to ask.
"Yes. Ms. McMahon had no apparent injuries other than a few bumps and bruises. Mr. Irvine sustained a concussion and was unconscious the last I heard."
"Which hospital are they located at?" Vince said, standing up from his chair.
**12:26** "At Northwest Regional Hospital, in the city of New Milford. It's about 2 hours away from Stamford." Vince scribbled down the name on a piece of paper and stuck it in his pocket.
"I'll be there in half an hour." Vince told the man, then hung up.
**12:29** Taker walked out of the main office with a check in his hand. He walked down the hallway a little bit, nodding to those who said hello to him. Soon, he came up on the door he was looking for. He pulled the key out of his pocket and stepped inside the Boiler Room. All he had to do now was wait until Bischoff gave him further instructions.
**12:36** Stephanie sat next to Chris' bed in the hospital and wished that she could restart the day. She wished that Chris and her had never separated after the wreck. She wished that she would've known before hand what kind of impact that would have had on him. She watched warily as Hunter and her mystery man conversed outside in the hallway. Both men would occasionally glance over at her from time to time.
**12:41** Stephanie took hold of Chris' lifeless hand and squeezed it. She wished that he would wake up soon. The doctor said that he should. Should, of course, was the key word there.
She took his hand in both of hers and tried to massage some warmth back into it. Hunter glared at her through the glass of the window. Stephanie began to wonder about the mystery man again. The more she thought about it, the more she thought that she had seen him in a picture somewhere.
**12:53** Hunter glanced at her again. She was probably daydreaming-if he knew Steph as well as he thought he did. He rolled his eyes at her and entered the room. Things were back on track once again.
**12:55** Vince marched into the hospital and right up to the receptionist's desk.
"I need to know which room Chris Irvine is staying in." He said urgently. "I'm his uncle." He added. The woman nodded sympathetically and got him the number.
**12:59** Chris was slowly beginning to open his eyes. His head hurt like hell. Hunter smirked and sat down. The odds were rolling his way once more. Chris blinked a few times to clear his vision while he stared at the mystery man as if he were a ghost. Chris tried to say something, but no one could hear him. Hunter and Steph leaned in closer to him to hear what he was trying to say.
**1:00** "D-Dad?" he choked out in disbelief.
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12:00-1:00PM
**12:00** Stephanie pulled into the hospital's parking garage while the man next to her was holding a gun to her ribcage.
"What are we going to do here?" she asked him.
"We're going to pay your pal, Irvine, a visit." He said simply.
"What are we going to do?" Stephanie asked, her voice getting a little louder as she turned off the car.
"I'll tell you when it's time." He said. The man concealed his gun, and Stephanie kept thinking about where she had seen this man earlier.
**12:03** Shawn was holding onto his cell phone so tight that his knuckles were starting to turn white. He could hear the paramedics in the background at his house, trying to revive his son. Kevin remained silent. Vince was staring at Shawn, trying to figure out what had happened. He was about to ask him when Kevin spoke over the phone again.
"Shawn, I need to tell you about something that I found in the bathroom." Shawn sighed.
"What was it?" he asked. Kevin stepped out of the bathroom and into the hall as the paramedics still tried to revive Cameron.
"I saw a pregnancy test in the trash, man. According to the test, she's pregnant." Kevin said. Shawn couldn't even think about it. He was fearing for his only son's life.
"Shawn! Cameron's OK, he's coughing and breathing on his own again!!" Kevin yelled over the phone. Shawn let out a huge sigh of relief.
"Kev, can you bring him up to Connecticut, when they are finished with him there? I don't think that we should keep him in Texas." Shawn said. Kevin nodded on the other end.
"Sure, I'll see what I can do, and if there are any problems, I'll call you." Kevin said, then hung up. Shawn hung up and leaned back in the chair. At the rate this day was going, he figured he'd be lucky to go through the whole day without having a heart attack. He told Vince the shortened version of what had happened, then said he needed a bit of fresh air.
**12:09** Stephanie and the mystery man sat in the hospital waiting room. They were waiting to hear news about Chris. Stephanie still hadn't made up her mind if this man wanted to hurt or help Chris. She could swear that she had been with Chris when she saw this man last. True, he had technically kidnapped her, but she was beginning to believe that was just to scare her into doing what he wanted.
Only time would tell.
**12:13** Bischoff shoved open the double doors that led to the entrance lobby of the arena. He had just found out from one of his contacts that Trish was dead.
And he, quite frankly, was pissed.
Mark Calloway was the first person he saw on his way to his office.
"Mark, I need you to do something for me." Bischoff told him. Taker stopped walking and glanced at him for a minute.
"What?"
"Well, here's the deal, you do this for me, and I automatically bestow the title to you and give you a raise." He said. Taker narrowed his eyes.
"What do I have to do?"
**12:17** Vince rubbed his temples. Today was shaping up to be the worst and longest day of his entire life. He'd just gotten off the phone with Shane and Linda. He told them to be on their toes because he thought that someone might be trying to hurt them. He didn't go into detail because there was too much detail to go into. Shawn was out for a walk, getting some fresh air, and after hearing what had almost happened, Vince decided to let him have some alone time.
Vince prayed that Stephanie and Chris were both okay.
**12:20** At that moment, Vince's office phone rang. He picked it up.
"H-Hello?" he stuttered in a small voice.
"Mr. McMahon?" a man on the other end asked.
"Yes, this is him, to whom am I speaking to?"
"I'm Greg Louis with the Northwest Regional Hospital paramedics. I have unfortunate news about some of your performers." He said. Vince closed his eyes and braced himself for the worst.
"What is it?" he asked wearily.
"A Ms. Trish Stratus was killed in a car wreck about an hour ago." Vince felt his stomach lurch, but he let out a sigh of relief that it wasn't Stephanie or Chris.
"That's horrible." Vince said sincerely.
"We also have reports that a Mr. Chris Irvine was injured and a Ms. Stephanie McMahon-your daughter I would presume- were both reportedly taken to the nearest hospital." Vince suddenly found it hard to swallow.
"Were they both alive?" he managed to ask.
"Yes. Ms. McMahon had no apparent injuries other than a few bumps and bruises. Mr. Irvine sustained a concussion and was unconscious the last I heard."
"Which hospital are they located at?" Vince said, standing up from his chair.
**12:26** "At Northwest Regional Hospital, in the city of New Milford. It's about 2 hours away from Stamford." Vince scribbled down the name on a piece of paper and stuck it in his pocket.
"I'll be there in half an hour." Vince told the man, then hung up.
**12:29** Taker walked out of the main office with a check in his hand. He walked down the hallway a little bit, nodding to those who said hello to him. Soon, he came up on the door he was looking for. He pulled the key out of his pocket and stepped inside the Boiler Room. All he had to do now was wait until Bischoff gave him further instructions.
**12:36** Stephanie sat next to Chris' bed in the hospital and wished that she could restart the day. She wished that Chris and her had never separated after the wreck. She wished that she would've known before hand what kind of impact that would have had on him. She watched warily as Hunter and her mystery man conversed outside in the hallway. Both men would occasionally glance over at her from time to time.
**12:41** Stephanie took hold of Chris' lifeless hand and squeezed it. She wished that he would wake up soon. The doctor said that he should. Should, of course, was the key word there.
She took his hand in both of hers and tried to massage some warmth back into it. Hunter glared at her through the glass of the window. Stephanie began to wonder about the mystery man again. The more she thought about it, the more she thought that she had seen him in a picture somewhere.
**12:53** Hunter glanced at her again. She was probably daydreaming-if he knew Steph as well as he thought he did. He rolled his eyes at her and entered the room. Things were back on track once again.
**12:55** Vince marched into the hospital and right up to the receptionist's desk.
"I need to know which room Chris Irvine is staying in." He said urgently. "I'm his uncle." He added. The woman nodded sympathetically and got him the number.
**12:59** Chris was slowly beginning to open his eyes. His head hurt like hell. Hunter smirked and sat down. The odds were rolling his way once more. Chris blinked a few times to clear his vision while he stared at the mystery man as if he were a ghost. Chris tried to say something, but no one could hear him. Hunter and Steph leaned in closer to him to hear what he was trying to say.
**1:00** "D-Dad?" he choked out in disbelief.
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