Once Christian and Trish got in the car, the driver drove away rather quickly. Trish didn't even have time to change out of her ring gear, but she had asked Victoria to bring her stuff back to the hotel. She had so much on her mind. How Chris was, what was wrong with his knee. And why did Christian buy her a rose? She thought Christian had understood that she wanted to be just friends with both him and Chris. But was Christian up to something? Was he scared that something was going to happen between her and Chris that would make him forget about Christian? Christian had opened up the window a tad, and the cool air was blowing Trish's hair in her face.

"Oh, sorry Trish, here let me get that." Christian leaned over from his seat and pushed her hair back out of her face. She tugged back away from Christian and just started glaring at him. "What's wrong Trish? I'm just a friend trying to help out another friend."

"Yeah, a friend," she replied. Silently she wished she hadn't gone with him to the hospital. It was like he wanted something from her. Something that he wouldn't get.

"So Trish, you had a great match out there tonight." She heard him remark, but for some reason she just starred out the window not replying to him. She hoped Chris was all right, and that nothing was seriously wrong with his knee. Time passed and before she knew it her and Christian was at the hospital. Before Christian could even get out of the car, she was inside already, and headed towards the elevator. Christian quickly caught up with her in time to catch the same elevator. Once they got to the floor, they met the doctor who had been taking care of him. Surprisingly the only person that Chris wanted to see had been her. She put Christian's jacket down that he had draped over her arms, and walked into the room following the doctor. Chris's knee was elevated and was heavily wrapped in almost like a cast. Once he saw her walk in, he tried to sit up straighter.

"No, lay down, relax. It's only me. How are ya feelin' Hun?" He sighed and sat back on his pillow.

"Oh I could be better. Doc said that I've got to take at least 1 week off to heal. Well, I knew I had to take it easy, but that damn Bischoff put me in the match. I didn't want to get fired." He looked at her with the saddest expression she'd ever seen him have before.

"If you got fired Chris, I would have to quit my job. You wouldn't have deserved to have gotten fired. I wouldn't have stood for it and you know it. She put her hand over his, and looked into his eyes. "Get better okay? For me."

"I'd do anything for you. And that's what I..." Before he could continue what he wanted to say Christian barged into the room. Trish pulled her hand off of Chris's and stood up off the bed. "Hey man."

A confused look spread across Christian's face and he rolled his eyes. "Yo, C-Man, how are ya? Look, I brought her here, and I protected her for you. Happy?"

"Yeah, I'm fine. But thanks for keepin an eye out for her. I really appreciate it man." Trish didn't know what the two were talking about. It was like Chris had known she was going to get hurt. Or Chris had told Christian to make sure nothing happened to her before he left to go to the hospital.

"You know what Chris, I'm going to catch a cab back to the hotel." Trish turned and looked at Christian. "Thanks for the ride here." She walked back over to Chris and leaned in and gave him a hug. "I'll come by tomorrow before I go back to Toronto. Just promise me that you will stay put, and don't do anything stupid. I don't want you messing up your knee again."

"I promise, don't worry. I'll be fine." Before Trish pulled away from the hug, Chris kissed her on the cheek. She pulled back and walked out of the room. She shut the door behind her, but could still hear Christian talking to Chris. She walked down stairs and caught a cab. The ride back to the hotel felt like an eternity. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- :--------------------------------------------------------------------------- - "Man, I can't believe you were so dumb. I told you that you should've been focused on the match, and not on Trish. God, you wouldn't be laying in a hospital bed, you'd be out with me, partying."

"Christian, do you always think of partying? Or finding a way to put me down? Well guess what, I'm sick of it. I was focused on that match thank you very much, and I knew that I was at risk going into it. I wouldn't have had a job if I hadn't wrestled Kane. You know damn well that Bischoff is pissed just because I stopped the Battle of the Sexes match. He needs to get over it. That was like two months ago. ." Chris hit the bed with his fist, and put his head back on the pillow. Christian sat down in the chair next to the bed and crossed his arms.

"You know that I'm your best friend Chris. And I don't want to see you get hurt like tonight. I'm just trying to say, that maybe its time you give up on Trish. She's not interested in a relationship other than friendship with you, and you're blind if you can't see that."

"How the hell do you know? Did she tell you this personally?" Christian shook his head and began to talk but Chris cut him off. "Well then shut the hell up. God Christian, why don't you want me to be happy? Can't you see that she makes me happy? You saw how happy I was last week during our tag match. I was with her, and god, it felt better than anything. That's who I'm supposed to be with Christian."

"Yeah, whatever Chris. This is dumb 'puppy' love and Jesus wake up. Get over her, she's a chick. There is plenty more out there and any one of them would be lucky to have you. Get over Trish, okay?" Christian put his coat on and got out of the chair. "Think about what I said man. I'm only trying to look out for you. I'm leaving. See you tomorrow." Christian exited the room. Chris rolled his eyes, and turned the T.V on. He didn't want to lose his friendship with Christian, yet didn't want to ruin his chances to get back together with Trish. He just wished Christian could see that he was serious about Trish.

After awhile Chris finally fell asleep. Morning rolled around, and a soft knock on the door woke him up. He sat up, wiped his eyes and welcomed his guest. It was Trish. She had on her short skirt that Chris had liked. He could smell her perfume all the way across the room. "Good morning my friend. How ya doin'?" Trish smiled and set down her bag.

"I guess I should be asking you that question. Are the going to let you leave today?" She had taken a seat in the chair next to his bed.

"I hope so. You're going back to Toronto right? I thought I would head back to Canada this week and see my family." He reached up and ran his fingers through his tangled hair.

"Yeah, I'm leaving in about 4 hours. I got an extra ticket for Lita because she really didn't want to go back to North Carolina, and then she bailed on me early this morning. When do you think they'll let you out, because if you want you could use the ticket."

"Lucky you, you get some company on that plane ride. I overheard the nurse and doctor talking this morning, and they said I could leave whenever I got up. Now all I've got to do is let them know I'm awake." Just as he said that the nurse walked into the room.

"Alright Mr. Jericho, are you ready to leave?" The nurse asked while she was propping up his pillow. "Is this lovely young lady taking you back to your hotel or what?"

"This lovely young lady and I are flying back to Canada in a few hours, so nurse discharge me please!" Both Trish and Chris smiled as the nurse left the room laughing. "Do you mind leaving while I get my clothes on? If you want you could stay."

"I think it would be best if I left. Come out when you're ready, I won't leave ya!" Trish left the room and Chris got dressed slowly. It hurt him to even put a bit of weight on his knee. Once he got finished, he left the room in search of Trish. She was waiting with his bags while the nurse handed him the papers, and directions from the doctor. Trish smiled, and carried his bag out to her rental car while he hobbled along side her.

Once in the car the two started talking like nothing had been changed between them. They played games the entire 2-hour drive. Every once in awhile Chris would start making fun of the way Trish drove. He wished that everything would go back to the way it was before she found out about the childish bet, but knew that this was just a stepping-stone in their relationship. Finally they got to the airport and the men there helped them inside. As they were waiting in chairs for the plane to be boarded Chris looked over at Trish who was reading a magazine. She must have felt his gaze because she looked up from the book and for the first time in a few months they caught each other's eye...

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