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purely a work of fiction, and the wrestlers used in the making of it own
themselves.
A/N: Okay so after going over some ideas in my head, no it won't end this chapter, but it will end in the next one I would believe. So this one is not a filler, I mean it's too vital to be a filler, but it will be one that you have never seen me do. I think I can say more through this form of doing it then a normal form really. So the question you all wonder now did Brock die, and if he did will Hayley pay? All of that will be answered and some more stuff opened up in this chapter. So what are you waiting for, start reading it!
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*~Hayley's POV~*
Time, where did you go?
Why did you leave me here alone?
I don't know why I was here, but I knew that I had to be. It should never have gotten this far and sitting here thinking about it, it should never have started to begin with. What we had right now was a big wrestler sitting in a hospital bed with a gunshot wound to his chest. Aside from hitting him right between the eyes, this was the next serious spot, and it seemed that Brock was what the doctors referred to as a bleeder, which means that once it starts it's almost impossible to stop. I knew all about it because my father had been a bleeder.
Sitting here in the hospital room was making me sick. I had Ariel there with me, and Zach and Randy, and we were all waiting on baited breath to find out if Brock was going to live, or if what I had done, taken matters into my own hands, was the thing that would kill him.
Wait, don't go so fast
I'm missing the moments as they pass
"Do you need something to drink Hayley? I'm gonna go down and make a run for Zach and Randy." I heard Ariel ask me.
It seemed like she was a million miles away, so I didn't think I should answer her. She wouldn't have been able to hear me anyway.
"Hayley, where are you right now? I asked you if you wanted something to drink while we wait girl."
Nodding my head, she touched my arm gently and walked away to get the drinks. I took that moment to look over to where Zach and Randy were sitting. I should be with Zach right now and we should be traveling all over the world, not sitting in some dinky hospital in Toronto waiting on the fate of a psycho who had raped me, and if he would live or not.
"It's not your fault Hayley. He's tough, he will live, and he won't pretty charges because if he does, then you can counter sue for the rape. He knows that. This will all be over and we can all go back to our lives." Randy said, coming up beside me and placing his hands on my shoulders for comfort.
Now I've looked in the mirror and the worlds getting clearer
So wait for me this time
I couldn't even look at Zach. I was sure he was feeling just as bad about this whole thing as I was, and how do you talk to someone about the person you shot? There was so much that I should have said to Zach when I had the chance and I didn't do it for my own selfish reasons. The minute all of this stuff had started with Brock and Zach and Randy I should have gone and told someone, someone who could have fixed it. If Brock died on that operating table, I wasn't only going to go away for a really long time, but I knew I was going to die inside. I just wanted the pain to stop, not for someone to end up here.
I'm down I'm down on my knees I'm begging for all your sympathy
But you (I'm just an illusion) you don't seem to care (I wish that I could)
You humble people everywhere (I don't mean to hurt you)
"Randy's right. Look we called Jim, and he's coming down. He knows everything now and he's going to deal with it as soon as we figure out if Brock is going to pull through or not. Hayley, what happened in that room before we got in there?"
I thought about my answer here. For once he had come to me and wanted to hurt me but never got the chance. Maybe if I would have let him hurt me, then none of this would be happening. I wouldn't have to sit here and think up something to say to the man I deeply loved, so that he wouldn't completely hate me for shooting one of the people he worked with.
"Did he try to hurt you again Hayley?" Randy asked me, and I looked down at my shoe.
"Not exactly."
"What does that mean?" Zach asked me, coming closer to me and pulling my head up from its firm spot facing down at the floor.
"He came there to hurt me, he said that much, and I told him to get Ariel out of the room and he could do whatever he wanted with me. He could have raped me again and at that point I didn't care. I didn't want her hurt. Plus with her out in the hallway, help would come before-
"Help would come before what Hayley?" Randy and Zach asked in unison.
Now I've looked in the mirror and the worlds getting clearer
I'll take what you give me. Please know that I'm learning
So wait for me this time
"Before things got as far as they did! Did you actually think I wanted to lure him into my dorm and shoot him? I bought the gun with Zach before I came back here. It was for protection from people like him, and it had never been used. I mean I don't go around killing people on a regular basis. God Randy, all I wanted was a normal life, away from all of this shit, and it seems it's not in the cards huh?"
Zach put his arms around me at that point and Ariel came back with the coffee for Randy, and helping me sit down, we all sat and waited to hear from the doctors, and also waited for Jim to show up so we could tell him everything that happened. It seemed that after my little outburst, no one had anything else to say.
I should've know better
I shouldn't have wasted those days
And afternoons and mornings
I threw them all away
Now this is my time
And I'm gonna make this moment mine
Jim came through the door, followed by Stephanie, Paul and Shane, just as the doctor made his way out of the operating room to talk to us. We had all seen way too much of the insides of the hospital over the last six months, and we were all eager to find out if he was going to live, or if he was going to die, so we could figure out where to go from here.
"So Doc, what can you tell us? Is he going to be alright?"
"Well, Mr. Orton, Mr. Lesnar has lost a severe amount of blood, but we did manage to remove the bullet, so it stopped the flow a little bit, but he is still critical. The next few hours are extremely important in determining if he can fight it and stay strong enough to live."
"But there is still a possibility that he may die?" Stephanie asked, and I noticed Paul smack her in the side. It was obviously something that much like me; no one wanted to think about at this point. It would open up a whole new set of problems that no one was prepared to deal with.
"There is a possibility that he may die, yes ma'am. Now the reason I am out here is because we need more blood, since he has been losing his so fast, and he has a rare blood type. Are any of you in this room AB-?"
"No, I'm O+." Randy said, sitting down in the chair and placing his hands in his hair.
Paul and Stephanie announced that they didn't match either, and sat down with Randy and Zach and Ariel followed suit.
"Hey Hayley, do you know your blood type? Jim asked, looking between me and the doctor.
"Yes, doctors take me where you need too, so I can give him the blood. I'm AB-."
(I shouldn't have wasted those days)
I'll take what you give me. Please know that I'm learning
I've looked in the mirror
My world's getting clearer
So wait for me this time
Following the doctor into the room, he took as much blood as he could get from me and went back into the operating room. I knew I was the reason he was lying in there, and he was the reason he was lying in there as well, but I was going to be damned if I had to watch him die.
It was hard for me to admit to everyone that I had the blood type that could save someone's life, let alone Brock Lesnar. The man had attacked me, tried to kill me, and raped me and here I sat, the only person that could save his life. Maybe that fact alone would be enough, and when he lived, we could really put an end to all of the horror of the last few months.
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*~Hayley's POV~*
After a few hours, the doctor came back out to us and I noticed the look on his face. It didn't look at all like the face of a happy doctor who has just saved a patients life.
"It didn't work did it?" I asked, not wanting to wait for him to tell me the truth in doctor terms.
"No, Ms. Peterson, it didn't work. It looked like he was doing well, but his heart couldn't take it anymore, and he passed away."
I couldn't believe this was happening. I had shot this guy, for all the bad things he had done, and then in one last minute I had wanted to save his life so that things could really be normal again. Now I was sitting in the middle of a hospital and the doctor was telling me, and telling Brock's boss, that he was dead. This seemed so surreal that I was sure I was just delusional dreaming.
"Ms. Peterson, I need to speak with you regarding another matter if you don't mind. Do you have a few minutes?"
"Yes Doctor I do."
Following him into his office, I sat down in the chair, and looking into his eyes, I saw something I knew I was going to like.
"We had to test your blood before we used it on Mr. Lesnar, and I'm not sure if you knew this before or not, but there's something you need to be made aware of."
"What is it doctor?"
I was getting scared now. Was I sick and I just never took enough care of myself to notice? I mean it had been a very long time since I had actually had a checkup, and most of my visits to the hospital lately weren't social calls.
"Well Ms. Peterson, you're pregnant."
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A/N: Now, remember that last minute confession in her house before she moved back to Toronto? What happened there? Is it Zach's or by some sick twist of fate could it be the now deceased Brock Lesnar? HAHA Damn, I'm fucked up ;) Okay so anyway, read and review and I will let you know if the next chapter will be the last or not!
A/N: Okay so after going over some ideas in my head, no it won't end this chapter, but it will end in the next one I would believe. So this one is not a filler, I mean it's too vital to be a filler, but it will be one that you have never seen me do. I think I can say more through this form of doing it then a normal form really. So the question you all wonder now did Brock die, and if he did will Hayley pay? All of that will be answered and some more stuff opened up in this chapter. So what are you waiting for, start reading it!
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*~Hayley's POV~*
Time, where did you go?
Why did you leave me here alone?
I don't know why I was here, but I knew that I had to be. It should never have gotten this far and sitting here thinking about it, it should never have started to begin with. What we had right now was a big wrestler sitting in a hospital bed with a gunshot wound to his chest. Aside from hitting him right between the eyes, this was the next serious spot, and it seemed that Brock was what the doctors referred to as a bleeder, which means that once it starts it's almost impossible to stop. I knew all about it because my father had been a bleeder.
Sitting here in the hospital room was making me sick. I had Ariel there with me, and Zach and Randy, and we were all waiting on baited breath to find out if Brock was going to live, or if what I had done, taken matters into my own hands, was the thing that would kill him.
Wait, don't go so fast
I'm missing the moments as they pass
"Do you need something to drink Hayley? I'm gonna go down and make a run for Zach and Randy." I heard Ariel ask me.
It seemed like she was a million miles away, so I didn't think I should answer her. She wouldn't have been able to hear me anyway.
"Hayley, where are you right now? I asked you if you wanted something to drink while we wait girl."
Nodding my head, she touched my arm gently and walked away to get the drinks. I took that moment to look over to where Zach and Randy were sitting. I should be with Zach right now and we should be traveling all over the world, not sitting in some dinky hospital in Toronto waiting on the fate of a psycho who had raped me, and if he would live or not.
"It's not your fault Hayley. He's tough, he will live, and he won't pretty charges because if he does, then you can counter sue for the rape. He knows that. This will all be over and we can all go back to our lives." Randy said, coming up beside me and placing his hands on my shoulders for comfort.
Now I've looked in the mirror and the worlds getting clearer
So wait for me this time
I couldn't even look at Zach. I was sure he was feeling just as bad about this whole thing as I was, and how do you talk to someone about the person you shot? There was so much that I should have said to Zach when I had the chance and I didn't do it for my own selfish reasons. The minute all of this stuff had started with Brock and Zach and Randy I should have gone and told someone, someone who could have fixed it. If Brock died on that operating table, I wasn't only going to go away for a really long time, but I knew I was going to die inside. I just wanted the pain to stop, not for someone to end up here.
I'm down I'm down on my knees I'm begging for all your sympathy
But you (I'm just an illusion) you don't seem to care (I wish that I could)
You humble people everywhere (I don't mean to hurt you)
"Randy's right. Look we called Jim, and he's coming down. He knows everything now and he's going to deal with it as soon as we figure out if Brock is going to pull through or not. Hayley, what happened in that room before we got in there?"
I thought about my answer here. For once he had come to me and wanted to hurt me but never got the chance. Maybe if I would have let him hurt me, then none of this would be happening. I wouldn't have to sit here and think up something to say to the man I deeply loved, so that he wouldn't completely hate me for shooting one of the people he worked with.
"Did he try to hurt you again Hayley?" Randy asked me, and I looked down at my shoe.
"Not exactly."
"What does that mean?" Zach asked me, coming closer to me and pulling my head up from its firm spot facing down at the floor.
"He came there to hurt me, he said that much, and I told him to get Ariel out of the room and he could do whatever he wanted with me. He could have raped me again and at that point I didn't care. I didn't want her hurt. Plus with her out in the hallway, help would come before-
"Help would come before what Hayley?" Randy and Zach asked in unison.
Now I've looked in the mirror and the worlds getting clearer
I'll take what you give me. Please know that I'm learning
So wait for me this time
"Before things got as far as they did! Did you actually think I wanted to lure him into my dorm and shoot him? I bought the gun with Zach before I came back here. It was for protection from people like him, and it had never been used. I mean I don't go around killing people on a regular basis. God Randy, all I wanted was a normal life, away from all of this shit, and it seems it's not in the cards huh?"
Zach put his arms around me at that point and Ariel came back with the coffee for Randy, and helping me sit down, we all sat and waited to hear from the doctors, and also waited for Jim to show up so we could tell him everything that happened. It seemed that after my little outburst, no one had anything else to say.
I should've know better
I shouldn't have wasted those days
And afternoons and mornings
I threw them all away
Now this is my time
And I'm gonna make this moment mine
Jim came through the door, followed by Stephanie, Paul and Shane, just as the doctor made his way out of the operating room to talk to us. We had all seen way too much of the insides of the hospital over the last six months, and we were all eager to find out if he was going to live, or if he was going to die, so we could figure out where to go from here.
"So Doc, what can you tell us? Is he going to be alright?"
"Well, Mr. Orton, Mr. Lesnar has lost a severe amount of blood, but we did manage to remove the bullet, so it stopped the flow a little bit, but he is still critical. The next few hours are extremely important in determining if he can fight it and stay strong enough to live."
"But there is still a possibility that he may die?" Stephanie asked, and I noticed Paul smack her in the side. It was obviously something that much like me; no one wanted to think about at this point. It would open up a whole new set of problems that no one was prepared to deal with.
"There is a possibility that he may die, yes ma'am. Now the reason I am out here is because we need more blood, since he has been losing his so fast, and he has a rare blood type. Are any of you in this room AB-?"
"No, I'm O+." Randy said, sitting down in the chair and placing his hands in his hair.
Paul and Stephanie announced that they didn't match either, and sat down with Randy and Zach and Ariel followed suit.
"Hey Hayley, do you know your blood type? Jim asked, looking between me and the doctor.
"Yes, doctors take me where you need too, so I can give him the blood. I'm AB-."
(I shouldn't have wasted those days)
I'll take what you give me. Please know that I'm learning
I've looked in the mirror
My world's getting clearer
So wait for me this time
Following the doctor into the room, he took as much blood as he could get from me and went back into the operating room. I knew I was the reason he was lying in there, and he was the reason he was lying in there as well, but I was going to be damned if I had to watch him die.
It was hard for me to admit to everyone that I had the blood type that could save someone's life, let alone Brock Lesnar. The man had attacked me, tried to kill me, and raped me and here I sat, the only person that could save his life. Maybe that fact alone would be enough, and when he lived, we could really put an end to all of the horror of the last few months.
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*~Hayley's POV~*
After a few hours, the doctor came back out to us and I noticed the look on his face. It didn't look at all like the face of a happy doctor who has just saved a patients life.
"It didn't work did it?" I asked, not wanting to wait for him to tell me the truth in doctor terms.
"No, Ms. Peterson, it didn't work. It looked like he was doing well, but his heart couldn't take it anymore, and he passed away."
I couldn't believe this was happening. I had shot this guy, for all the bad things he had done, and then in one last minute I had wanted to save his life so that things could really be normal again. Now I was sitting in the middle of a hospital and the doctor was telling me, and telling Brock's boss, that he was dead. This seemed so surreal that I was sure I was just delusional dreaming.
"Ms. Peterson, I need to speak with you regarding another matter if you don't mind. Do you have a few minutes?"
"Yes Doctor I do."
Following him into his office, I sat down in the chair, and looking into his eyes, I saw something I knew I was going to like.
"We had to test your blood before we used it on Mr. Lesnar, and I'm not sure if you knew this before or not, but there's something you need to be made aware of."
"What is it doctor?"
I was getting scared now. Was I sick and I just never took enough care of myself to notice? I mean it had been a very long time since I had actually had a checkup, and most of my visits to the hospital lately weren't social calls.
"Well Ms. Peterson, you're pregnant."
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A/N: Now, remember that last minute confession in her house before she moved back to Toronto? What happened there? Is it Zach's or by some sick twist of fate could it be the now deceased Brock Lesnar? HAHA Damn, I'm fucked up ;) Okay so anyway, read and review and I will let you know if the next chapter will be the last or not!