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"You've taken this too far," Eric grumbled angrily at the blonde Canadian diva.

"He'll be all right," Trish rolled her eyes dismissively.

"I was a fool to listen to you in the first place," Eric lamented. "Vince'll have my head on a platter if he finds out that I had any involvement in it."

"Just relax," The woman cooed as she ran a hand across his shoulders suggestively. "Everything will be just fine."

"I don't know, Trish," Eric murmured already losing the will to stand up to the woman as she slid her hands south to soothe him further.

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The paramedics rushed into the small dressing room and hurried to attend to Jason Reso.

"We'll need you to stay back," One of the workers addressed them.

"Will he be all right?" Lori spoke with a voice laced with fear as she clung tightly to Chris.

"He's had some severe trauma to his head," The worker informed her and added; "we'll need to take him in for further examination."

They worked and loaded him unto a stretcher quickly wheeling him out the door.

"Which one of you will ride with him?" Asked the paramedic.

"Huh?" Chris replied stunned.

"Only one of you can go with," The man informed them.

"Go Chris," Lori urged him; "He needs you more than I do right now."

"No Lori," Chris told her; "I'm not going to leave you here alone."

"I'll find Lance," Lori promised. "I'll be okay."

"Excuse me sir?" The worker had to interrupt, "We really have to get going."

"Go Chris," Lori urged him trying not to let him see that she was scared to death to stay there without him.

With a last look at Lori, Chris hurried to catch up to the ambulance workers before they left without him. Lori stepped out into the hall and set off to find Lance. As the tears finally spilled down her cheeks unchecked. She'd gone a few paces when a brunette man with a long ponytail stopped her in her tracks.

"Hey honey," He called; "You okay?"

"Yeah," She nodded reluctant to talk further not knowing whom she could trust. "I need to find Lance."

"Lance?" The man repeated, "I'm Rob, what happened to Jason?"

"He was attacked, please Mr. Rob," Lori told him again, "I must find Lance."

"OK, OK," He threw his hands up in submission, "I'll help you. I think I'm saw him up at the other end."

"Whatever," Lori sighed sensing he most likely was not the culprit. "Come on, let's go."

"Haven't seen you around here before," Rob commented as they walked along. "You a new valet?"

"Me? A valet?" Lori couldn't believe she could be mistaken for one, "Heavens no, I'm just here with my fiancé, Chris Irvine. My name is Lori Ford."

"Chris?" Rob raised an eyebrow then looked a little disappointed, "Oh."

He didn't say anything else until they'd reached Lance's dressing room; "Here you go... Lori. I'll see you around okay?"

"Sure Rob," Lori commented her voice devoid of emotion. "Thanks for showing me where to find him."

"No problem," Rob flashed a broad smile before leaving.

Lori knocked tentatively on the door and Lance poked his head out a moment later.

"Lori?" Lance noticed that she was upset immediately, "What's wrong? Is it Chris?"

"No, it's Jason," Lori corrected him. "Can I come in?"

"Yeah sure," Lance returned. "Tell me what happened."

Quickly Lori filled him in on all the details.

"So, Chris went with him?" Lance responded at the end.

"Yes," Lori nodded; "He was reluctant to leave me behind but I told him Jason needed him more and that I would seek you out and here I am."

"You did the right thing Lori," Lance assured her. "We'll go over right after my match."

"Who would do such a thing?" Lori mused in disbelief.

"I don't know," Lance shrugged sadly. "Well, we'd better go tell Bischoff so he can find replacement matches for Chris and Jason's."

"Yeah," Lori muttered.

A few moments later, they found the office with the sign 'E Bischoff- GM' marked on the door. After they'd told him their story, he'd been sympathetic and moved Lance's match up so that they could leave faster. He'd also asked them to call as soon as they knew anything regarding Jason's condition. They missed the Cheshire cat-type grin that stole across his face as he watched them leave afterwards.