A/N: Benoit is still fighting it... -tisks- Silly man. A certain friend (and not Stephanie's "Aunt Flow") makes an appearance (through the telephone) and he and his new friend will be explained at a later date, so don't worry, you won't be as confused as Benoit is. ^^ That's about it, I still own no one... Rock on!
Chapter 6
It had been hours since they had gotten to the hospital, and so far, no one else had come. Most of the wrestlers were probably snug in their hotel beds, or nursing their own wounds to busy to think about Stephanie. And there were no McMahons present either. No phone calls, no visits, no nothing.

Edge figured that the McMahons were back to 'not talking to each other' again, or maybe just didn't care. But, that would be kinda cold. But, then again, that is how Vince raised his children to be... Cold. Edge had heard from Billy Kidman, that Shane was slowly becoming semi-human again. When Kidman hurt his leg, whether it was his knee or leg, Edge couldn't remember, Shane O'Mac personally told him to take as long as he could off. He had seemed concerned. Of course Shane also believed that the Alliance was going to live forever, and so it wouldn't hurt if one of their brightest stars was only temporally hurt. And Stephanie. ...She had changed so much.

The shrill piercing noise of the phone awoke them out of their thoughts.

"H'llo?" Edge, the closest to the phone asked. As the caller seemed to talk, Edge got angrier and angrier looking, "Listen, she wouldn't want to hear from your sorry ass anyway."

"Who is it, Edge?" Benoit asked inquisitively.

Edge covered the phone's mouthpiece, and it seemed like the person on the other end was still talking. Loudly. "Jericho."

Kurt snorted and rolled his eyes. Benoit sighed and nodded. "Let me talk to him, I can deal with him."

Edge gave to the phone to him, and then rolled his own eyes, "Good luck."

Benoit put the phone to his ear and heard Jericho still ranting about something, "Jerky? Would you please shut the hell up?"

"Benyoit? What are you doing there!? Did Edgeward jump off that nice cliff like I instructed him too?"

"You wish. No, Edge, myself and...Kurt... we drove to the hospital."

"Kurt?!" Jericho asked incredibly.

"Yeah," Benoit said, looking at the man whom they were currently talking about, cleaning his nails and muttering something about American pride.

"Kurt? As in Angle?! And you haven't killed him yet, Roboto?"

Benoit rolled his eyes, even though he knew Jericho couldn't see him, "Yeah, well, I'm used to annoying people. Ten or more years of you trained me."

"Shut up. Just shut up. You know I hate you so damn--" he was cut off by a very feminine giggle.

Benoit started laughing. "Who is that? I didn't that they made blowup dolls that could talk!"

"If they did, you'd buy one," Jericho muttered. "So, at least one of you would be talkative. If you really, really must know..." Jericho lowered his voice, "Stacy Kielber."

"WHAT!" Benoit yelled, and then look around and realized that he was, thankfully, left alone with Stephanie. If he knew Edge's appetite for coffee like he did, they must have went out to get some ugly hospital coffee.

"Shut up, man. Just shut up.... To make a long story short, it involved that ever delightful scum of a man Hunter Helmsly, Stacy, and his so-called 'gigantic' sledge hammer. The one in his pants.."

"And you in your wet Speedo!" Stacys voice called out in the background.

Benoit laughed again, "You are defiantly telling me about this later, Jerky."

Jericho stuttered for a second, and Benoit could just picture him turning red, and rubbing his neck like he did when he got flustered. The few times that ever happened. "Yeah... Anyway my current situation with Stacy aside, how is Stephanie? Edgeward wouldn't tell me."

"I'm so sure you asked him nicely."

"I did!" Jericho whined into the phone.

"She's... She's stable. I don't know man. They won't tell us, and we're currently pretending to be family."

Jericho snorted, "Yeah... You guys -really- look like McMahon's."

"They think Kurt is Shane." Benoit paused as he waited for Jericho to stop laughing.

Once he did, Jericho asked; "Ah, that's great! ...But, in all seriousness, Benoit-buddy, how is she doing?"

"She's seemingly doing fine. Right now, I guess she's just resting. The doctors say that nothing is broken--"

"Even though it looked like it on national television."

"And in real-life too."

"Well, I've tied up the phone lines long enough. I'm glad to hear she's doing good. I should go, try not to kill Kirk, and give my regards to Stephanie."

"And Broadway!!!" Stacy yelled in the background, and she and Jericho started humming.

"Bye, freak."

"Bye, Roboto."
Benoit smiled as he silently hung up the phone. He didn't know if Stephanie realized how blessed she was to have such good friends of the, newly formed pair of Jericho and Stacy. Because, if he remembered from WCW correctly, Stacy's quirkiness would be perfect for Jericho.

-Now that I think about it.- Benoit thought. -I don't even know why I'm here. I didn't really consider Stephanie a friend, let alone someone I could feel so strongly for. Yet, here I am.

When I saw her, laid out on the gurney... I... I just wanted to hold her and tell her everything would be better. I don't think I've ever felt that before. For friend, or an enemy. Not even for Jericho, the only one I could call both at the same time.

This all seems wrong to me. I was raised as a blue-collar worker. Nothing too flashy... That's how I was brought up.... But, then.... Why do I feel something tugging at me when I look at her? I shouldn't feel anything. Besides the fact that people call me a machine for a reason, but she's my boss... And I'm her worker... And that's it.... -