Her head rested against the cool sheets, for she had finally fallen into a light sleep about an hour ago, holding her mother's hand throughout the restless sleep. The only time she had left her mother's side through the night was when the nurse assured her that Linda was okay and that they needed to set her arm. Now, the injured arm was wrapped in a pristine white cast up to her elbow and resting in a sling that the hospital had provided.

Lilian was relieved that Steve Austin was behind her when she entered the private room, for the sight of her mother in a neck brace was almost too much for the little blonde to bear. The doctor's assured Lilian that there would be no permanent damage, for Kane's attack had luckily not been as brutal as it could have been. Well, not as brutal as being piledriven into steel could be.

She had no idea where Steve Austin had gone, and to her surprise, she was kind of upset at that. She had enjoyed talking to him, although it had mostly been about her past. Lilian sincerely hoped that they would be able to talk again in the near future. The slight movement in her uninjured hand was enough to cause Lilian to stir. She forced her blurry eyes to focus, a wide smile coming to her face at the sight of her mother's crystal blue eyes.

"Mom," she whispered, tears of exhaustion and happiness coming to her eyes.

"Hi, Lily," her mother replied, smiling at her.

"How are you?" she asked. "You scared us for awhile there."

"I'm okay. I really don't feel any pain," her mother said.

"Well, let's let the doctors determine that," Lilian replied firmly, pulling her hand away from her mother's only for a second to press for a nurse.

"Where are your Daddy, Stephanie, and Shane?" Linda asked curiously, for she was beginning to become more aware of her surroundings.

"They should be here soon," Lilian said. "I talked to Daddy last night and he said he would be here as soon as possible." Her mother smiled, which Lilian knew was her way of showing that she understood, given the fact that she wasn't able to move her neck with the brace immobilizing her. Lilian closed her eyes, then reopened them as she asked the inevitable question. "Mom, why the hell were you out there with that monster?"

"I saw him cut his promo and then go after you during the commercial break," her mother replied. "I needed to explain to him that he wasn't to touch you."

"Mom, I can take care of myself," Lilian protested.

"Like you did with Rosie and Jamal?" her mother shot back.

"Mom, don't bring that up, please," Lilian said with a sigh, resisting the urge to yawn. "This is about you."

"Lilian, you are my baby. I can't let anything happen to you." For the first time, Linda's eyes caught sight of the cast on her daughter's arm, and she paled. "He did hurt you!"

Lilian had almost forgotten about the dull throb that had settled in her arm, and she glanced down at the cast before meeting her mother's panicked eyes. "No, Mom, it wasn't Kane," she said quickly, not wanting to agitate her already injured mother.

"Then who the hell did it?" Linda asked, the fire evident in her eyes.

"It was a small accident," Lilian answered halfheartedly, knowing that her mother had a way of getting to the truth.

"What kind of accident?" Linda questioned, her eyes narrowing at her youngest daughter's obvious lie.

"I kind of got in between an altercation between Bischoff and Austin and fell on my arm," Lilian told her mother with a sigh, knowing that her mother was going to have a cow.

Sure enough, her mother began ranting, "I swear to God, I am going to fire both of their asses as soon as I can get up and walk. Hurt my daughter, will they?"

"Mrs. McMahon, you should not being exerting this type of energy!" a doctor chastised as he walked into the room." Neck injuries are nothing to fool around with."

"I feel fine," Linda said as Lilian exclaimed, "I thought you said it wasn't that serious!"

The doctor looked from mother to daughter, amused. "Look, Ms. McMahon-"

"Garcia," Lilian automatically corrected, for it was weird for anyone to call her McMahon. That was something her parents and siblings never understood, but Lilian simply chose to ignore their sighs.

"Ms. Garcia, any neck injury is to be taken serious. Luckily, your mother didn't suffer any numbness or broken bones, but we still have to take caution. Who knows, in a few days her entire body could go numb." Lilian shuddered at these words, and with a reassuring smile, the doctor continued, "I think that your mother will be just fine with a lot of rest."

"Good. When can I go home?" Linda interrupted.

"I still want to observe you for a few hours," the doctor said. "The fact that you were unconscious for several hours worries me. Also, I want to make sure that your body doesn't go numb anytime."

Linda scowled at this, and Lilian nearly laughed. She was sure the look on her face almost a year ago after the Three Minute Warning attack mirrored her mother's look at this moment. Linda saw her daughter smile, but before she could lash into her daughter for what she thought was insensitivity, a familiar voice, though panicked and upset, cut through the hospital waiting room and drifted into the private room.

"Where the hell is my wife?"

Before anyone could answer, another voice spoke up, somewhat calmer though still tinged with fear. "We are looking for Linda McMahon."

Lilian swallowed, standing up.

Her father and sister had arrived.