Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters because the last time I checked, I was NOT Vince McMahon!!!

A/N: Well, lovely school.....NOT!!! Argh!!! Homework sucks, and I've been trying to update all week. Hope you like this chapter!!!!

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7:00-8:00PM

**7:00** Chris and Stephanie climbed out of the helicopter and followed Wendy into the building.

"I would normally ask you for an interview, but I think that you both have been through enough today. Maybe we can schedule it for another day?" Wendy asked as they stepped inside the building.

"Sure," Chris said as he wrapped an arm around Stephanie. Wendy nodded.

"Okay, well, I'll take you down to the main floor and point you in the direction of the hospital. You MIGHT want to go get your head looked at." She said, pointing at Chris.

"Thank you. Look, I'm sorry I can't do more, but if you call this number and tell the person who answers that I gave the number to you, you'll get front row seats and a backstage pass for any show that you want." Stephanie said, scribbling a number on a random piece of paper that she had found. Chris then handed it to Wendy.

"Thank you, and don't forget to come back so that I can get an interview in!!!" Wendy said after pointing them in the right direction.

"She liked you." Stephanie commented coldly. Chris sighed, and looked at the setting sun through the buildings.

"Steph, hon, I hate to break it to you, but I am sure that there are a lot of women out there who like me." Chris said, trying to reassure her as they walked to the hospital. "Besides, I only have eyes for you." Steph smiled.

"Good, let's keep it that way," she said, laughing.

**7:06** Rebecca sat in an interrogation room with a cop across the table from her. After they had pulled her over, she had refused to say a word. This cop was also trying to get her to say something, but she was no longer listening to anything that these people had to say.

She wondered how Hunter was doing. She thought that he had been acting a little suspicious the last time that she had talked to him. She supposed that he was in shock from hearing about him being a father. She couldn't wait until this guy shut up. She needed her phone call. She needed to get things in order for tonight. She wondered how Bischoff's plan was coming along. She'd better get what she was promised.

**7:11** After seeing the blood come out from Mark's stall, Jay had turned back to rummaging in his bag. He thought that he might be beginning to understand what Chris had been talking about. True, Chris hadn't said much on the situation, but Jay thought that he at least knew the reason why Chris hadn't wanted him to tell anyone that he had talked to him. Jay had the stinking suspicion that something else was going on in the WWE that no one else knew about. Except for maybe Chris and Stephanie. Jay grabbed his stuff and walked down the hall in the direction of Torrie's room.

**7:14** Eric Bischoff and Linda McMahon both left the VIP room looking slightly disheveled. Eric wiped the sweat off of his forehead.

"I think I know why Vince married you now." Eric commented. Linda merely smirked.

"Well, you'd better get lost. If I know my son as well as I think that I do, he wouldn't like it one bit if he found out what we were doing." Linda said. Eric nodded.

"Ok, then I'll see you later, right?"

"Of course." Linda said with a smirk.

**7:17** Chris sighed. He had been arguing with the receptionist at the front desk for about five minutes and he could already see that he was getting nowhere.

"Look, I don't need medical attention, all I need is to use a phone!!"

"But sir, you should really get your head looked at." The receptionist insisted. Chris looked at Stephanie and she shrugged.

"All right, how long will it take?"

"Only a few minutes, the doctor will be out shortly." The receptionist promised. Chris nodded and walked over to one of the chairs in the waiting room. Stephanie was right behind him.

"All I wanted to know was where the stinking phone was." Chris muttered to Stephanie.

"Why didn't you want them to look at your head?" she asked. Chris looked around the room for a moment, and spotted the pay phone.

"Because they'll say I need stitches and I don't want them." Chris said, then stood up again. "I'm going to go call Jay, will you be ok here by yourself?" Stephanie looked over and saw the phone.

"I'll be okay until you get back, even though my head feels kind of woozy." Chris' face showed immediate concern, but he didn't push her on the issue.

"All right, I'll be right back, don't go anywhere on me okay?" Chris asked her teasingly.

"Scout's honor." Stephanie said, then Chris made his way over to the phone. He fished out some change while cursing at the receptionist in his mind. He dialed the number, and Jay picked up.

"Yeah?"

"Jay, it's Chris again. I'm in Stamford now, in a hospital that is about a block away. They're going to take a look at my head then I should be right over."

"Look Chris, I'll come over there, it'll take longer than you think anyhow." Chris sighed and ignored the screams of the people in the lobby. Apparently someone was being brought in from a car wreck or something. He plugged his other ear with his finger and continued to face away from the lobby.

"Fine, but bring me some extra clothes, ok? And ask Torrie if Steph can borrow some of her clothes." Chris said, turning around to look at Stephanie, only to find about three doctors surrounding her as she was having a seizure. Chris felt shock and fear seize him as he watched them put her up on a stretcher. He was barely paying attention to Jay anymore, which was evident because he over looked what Jay said, and merely cut him off.

"Chris, I almost forgot to tell you that Bischoff made an announcement-"

"Gotta go." Chris said hurriedly and hung up as he ran to follow the doctors who were rushing Stephanie to the ER. A doctor caught him in the hallway and told him that he couldn't go in there. He ran to the window, and peered in. The doctor that had kept him from entering the ER was string at him quite intently.

Chris stared in horror as they put Stephanie in restraints to keep her from injuring herself or anyone else as they stuck a syringe in her. She kept shaking steadily until she came to an abrupt halt. Chris looked over at what he guessed what her heart monitor and saw a flat line. He felt his whole body go numb. His knees gave out and he stumbled into a chair below the window. He buried his head in his hands.

"God, please, please......don't take her away from me again, please.....God, don't do this to me again...." Chris prayed. He couldn't look in the room. He didn't think that he would like what he would see. He closed his eyes. "Why? Why her? Why not me, God??? Huh?? Why can't you do this to me??" his mind screamed. "I hate you...I fucking hate you God....You always do this....you won't let me have her back this time, will you?? Answer me you miserable-" He cut his thoughts off as a hand touched his shoulder.

"We're ready to take a look at you head now, follow me." Chris bit his bottom lip and stood up. He didn't want to look at Stephanie while he walked past, but he couldn't help it. What he thought was her heart monitor was still flat lining, and they had begun to try and shock her back to life. Chris blinked back his tears and followed the doctor. He hoped that God had heard him. If Stephanie didn't make it out of this alive, he was definitely going to hate God forever. If she lived.....he would give a second chance.

**7:34** Jay rummaged through his bag for a t-shirt and some jeans that he thought would fit Chris. Next to him, Torrie was going through the same process, only she was looking for something Stephanie could wear, obviously.

Jay wondered if Chris had heard what the last thing he had said was. He doubted if he had. Eric Bischoff had made it quite clear that no one was to be late, or they would suffer the consequences. No one really felt like finding out, either.

**7:36** Linda was walking down the hallway to the entrance to the arena. As she was walking past the boiler room, she thought that she had heard a faint knock. Knowing that the door locked from the outside, someone could easily get locked in, unless they had a key. She, of course, had a key, so she walked in.

"Hello?" she called out. The door slammed behind her, and she whirled around. Her eyes first grew wide with shock, then turned to anger.

"Hello." A man said, walking into the light so that Linda could see his face.

**7:40** The doctor was putting the finishing touches on Chris' bandaged head as Jay and Torrie walked in.

"Hey, man, how're you doing?" Jay asked. The doctor left at that point and Chris sighed heavily.

"Not good." Chris admitted. He felt like breaking down and crying right that moment, but he wouldn't ever live it down after this day. He paused, "Stephanie started having a seizure when I was on the phone with you. They rushed her to the ER and she flat lined....after that I-I don't know....I stopped watching....." Chris told them. Jay gave Chris a long look. It was easy to tell that whatever Chris had gone through that day, it was starting to take its toll on him.

"Well, like I started to say on the phone when you cut me off, Bischoff-" Chris cut him off again and his head snapped up.

"What about Bischoff?" Chris demanded. Jay and Torrie both were getting ready to answer when Chris asked another question. "Bischoff works for the WWE now?" Jay nodded.

"He's the new GM of RAW." He told Chris. Chris almost literally saw pieces of a puzzle fall into place. He felt his heart sink.

"Oh this day just keeps getting better and better..." Chris muttered to himself.

"Bischoff said that anyone who was late was going to pay the consequences. I don't know about you, but I don't want to see what those consequences are." Chris nodded.

"I think that I've already had a taste of his consequences." Chris muttered.

"What?"

"Never mind."

"Here, go get cleaned up," Jay said, handing him the bag of clothes, "And then we'll go check on Stephanie." Chris nodded and trudged into the bathroom.

**7:46** Linda walked out of the boiler room and shook her head.

"Stupid moron can't get anything right." She muttered.

"What are you talking about, mom?" Shane asked, coming up to Linda.

"Oh, nothing, just mumbling to myself."

**7:51** Chris emerged from the bathroom with Jay's clothes on.

"Ah, they fit you perfectly." Jay joked, trying to get Chris to cheer up.

"Let's go find Stephanie." He said. They all walked back to the ER, which they found to be completely empty. Chris began to lose all feeling. Jay walked up to one of the passing nurses.

"Excuse me, but could you tell me where the woman that was here-Stephanie McMahon, where she was taken to?" he asked. She nodded.

"Yes, they moved her to room 103, they were able to revive her not long after she flat lined. She stopped seizing pretty quickly after she came back."

"Thank you." Jay said quickly before taking off after Chris with Torrie. Chris burst through the door and Steph looked up at him. He bolted over to her bed as Jay and Torrie came to the door. Chris began to kiss her forehead.

"Go, I thought that I'd never see you again." He managed to get out between kisses. He felt relief wash over him and he hugged her tightly to him. He felt like if he let her go, then she would float away.

**7:59** Jay and Torrie knew that they were all going to be late, but it didn't matter anymore.

"There's something I need to tell you that I should have told you a long time ago Chris, I can't hide it from you any longer." Chris stopped hugging her, but held both of her hands in his.

"What?" he asked her. She opened her mouth to answer him, then closed it again. She couldn't tell him, not here, not now. She didn't know when she would tell him, but until then, she was going to have to hide it again. She found a suitable replacement for what she was going to say, though. She sighed.

**8:00** "I love you." She said.