Chapter 4.
"You've got your ticket and carry on luggage?" Hunter asked her, his disguise making his facial features obscured.
She nodded, not speaking, something which had made the members of Evolution a little uneasy.
"Don't say anything we wouldn't." Ric warned her.
"So I can't point you out as being a pack of male whores?" She asked sarcastically, watching as he raised his hand to hit her. "All I have to do is scream you fool, and airport security will delay the four of you long enough for me to disappear into the crowd."
"Naitch." Batista warned him.
With her senses on hyper alert, Lita spotted Christian and Rob Van Dam in the crowd.
In seconds they had noticed her and were pushing through the crowd to get to her.
"Lita!" Rob exclaimed, pushing through to her and catching her up in a hug. "Where have you been keeping yourself?" As he spoke he noticed the four members of Evolution. "Is everything all right?"
"Yeah, I just... umm... I was heading home and I ran into these guys because I'm lost." She babbled, worried that her lie would not be convincing enough for Rob, who knew her so well, to believe.
"Are you heading back to Florida?" He asked, "Because I'm headed that way, just come with me."
Christian appeared at his side, hugging her, closer than she wanted to be held.
"You know what? I'm just gonna go to the ladies room." She pulled away abruptly, leaving her carry on luggage on the ground, and darting into the nearest bathroom.
Once inside she locked the stall door and sat down on the closed lid of the toilet, hugging her knees to her chest.
She brushed several stray tears away from her eyes and sniffled, trying to get herself to calm down, to keep her whirling emotions in check.
Sighing Lita got up and unlocked the stall door, moving to the mirror and applying some foundation to her skin, trying to even out her complexion, before walking out of the bathroom to where the group of men waited for her.
"Are you okay?" Christian asked her, gesturing to her blotchy face, and shaking hands.
"I'm just... I have stomach flu." She answered. "I haven't been feeling very well."
"And that's why you weren't at work?" Rob asked. "No one knew where you were."
"Yeah, I've had the stomach flu." Lita repeated. "I faxed administration and told them that I was sick and not coming in." She forced surprise into her voice.
"I guess they didn't get it." Christian told her, picking up her carry-on luggage. "We should get going or we'll miss our flight."
*************
Silently Lita unlocked the door to her house, turning on the lights to illuminate the hall and lounge room. Dropping her bags on the floor she locked the door behind her, and activated the alarm system to alert her to the presence of any intruders.
Shaking slightly she walked up the stairs to her bedroom Lita gripped the banister for extra support, then turned on all of the lights she could, and curled up in bed, not even bothering to change her clothes or remove her shoes.
For the next three days, Lita screened her calls, and got out of bed only to eat or take long hot showers. Finally on the fourth day after she'd arrived home, Lita forced herself out of the house to go and see a doctor.
************
In the waiting room she buried her face in a magazine, her eyes still covered by a pair of sunglasses, her signature red hair covered by a baker boy hat.
Knowing her intense desire for privacy, when the doctor was ready for her one of the nurses tapped Lita on the shoulder instead of calling her name out.
"So... Lita." The doctor began. "What can I do for you?"
"I think I'm pregnant." Lita told her, "I'm almost one hundred percent sure."
"What sort of symptoms have you been having?"
"My period is late, really late. I feel sick all of the time, and I keep throwing up, especially in the morning, but at night too. I get really tired, and dizzy sometimes." Slightly stressed Lita reached up and tucked several strands of hair behind her ear.
"Sounds like pregnancy all right." The doctor told her. "I'll get you to take a test, just follow the instructions on the kit. The bathroom's just through there..."
************
When Lita walked into the arena on Monday afternoon she was almost completely silent, not speaking to anyone until she reached the security of the diva's locker room.
"There you are!" Trish wrapped her up in a hug straight away, before Lita could even drop her bags. The blonde released her friend as she felt Lita wince. "Is everything okay?"
"I'm not feeling well." Lita told her dropping her bags on the bench next to Trish's.
"Do you want some paracetamol or something?"
Lita just shook her head. "I'll just be sick again anyway."
"Where have you been? Everyone was getting worried."
Again Lita forced surprise into her voice. "I was sick. I sent a fax in saying that I wasn't coming in, and asking administration to cancel all of my appointments."
"Maybe they didn't get it." Trish shrugged. "You should probably go down and see Steve and Eric though and explain to them where you were."
"I'll go now." When she spoke her voice was oddly distant as she walked out of the room.
************
She knocked gently on the co-General Manager's office door, then waited for someone to answer.
"Come in!" Steve's voice called out.
Lita opened the door and walked in, seeing not only Steve, but Eric sitting there too. "Hey guys." She said quietly.
"Where the hell have you been?" Eric asked her.
"Sick to my stomach." Lita told him. "I've been in bed for two weeks with stomach flu. Trish told me you guys never got the fax I sent."
"How are you feeling now?" Steve asked.
"Pretty crappy. My doctor wrote me a certificate saying I'm not fit enough to get in the ring."
"If you've only had the flu for two weeks," Eric began, "You should be fine to wrestle tonight."
"I've had the stomach flu." She corrected him. "I haven't eaten properly for over two weeks, I haven't trained at all. I'd just be a liability to whoever I wrestled with."
"It's not worth the risk." Steve told her. "Hang around anyway, we might get you to do a walk on or valet or something."
"I'll be in the diva's locker room if you decide you need me." Lita told him.
In the hall, Lita stared at the floor, not wanting anyone to see the expression on her face.
Without warning she walked into someone, automatically looking up to see who it was. As her eyes met Hunter's she jumped backwards into someone else, bursting into tears as Hunter walked away, shrugging away from whoever was now holding her.
"Whoa Lita, it's okay." Jericho told her. "Take it easy." Gently he reached out and rubbed her shoulder, trying to calm her down, but only made the red haired diva cry harder, her whole body stiff, like she was completely unable to move.
"Is everything all right?" Trish and Stacy walked over to them. "Chris?"
"She walked into Hunter, and then bumped into me. I can't get her to stop crying." He answered her.
"Lita? Honey?" The blonde asked. "Let's get you back to the locker room." Gently Trish encouraged Lita to move back towards the locker room.
"What's going on?" Molly asked as Trish and Stacy walked in, supporting Lita between them.
"She's not feeling well." Stacy answered.
'Come on honey, sit down." Trish guided her down onto the couch, putting Lita's feet up, and covering her over with a blanket. Lita remained silent, other than the occasional sob, until she fell asleep.
***********
"Where's Lita?" Steve asked once Trish had opened the door to the women's locker room.
Without speaking Trish gestured to where Lita lay sleeping on the couch. "I'm worried about her Steve. I know that's she's been sick, but it's like she's a totally different person." She said softly.
"How do you mean?"
"On the way back from your office she ran into Hunter, literally and was bumped backwards into Chris. He told me she started to cry, and even when Stacy and I got there we couldn't calm her down. She cried herself to sleep."
"Lita cried herself to sleep?" Steve echoed.
"As I said before, I know she's been sick, and she's probably stressed about it, but there's no explanation for something like that."
"Keep an eye on her." He advised, "Let me know how she's doing. I'll have to go and find someone else to do this spot."
"You've got your ticket and carry on luggage?" Hunter asked her, his disguise making his facial features obscured.
She nodded, not speaking, something which had made the members of Evolution a little uneasy.
"Don't say anything we wouldn't." Ric warned her.
"So I can't point you out as being a pack of male whores?" She asked sarcastically, watching as he raised his hand to hit her. "All I have to do is scream you fool, and airport security will delay the four of you long enough for me to disappear into the crowd."
"Naitch." Batista warned him.
With her senses on hyper alert, Lita spotted Christian and Rob Van Dam in the crowd.
In seconds they had noticed her and were pushing through the crowd to get to her.
"Lita!" Rob exclaimed, pushing through to her and catching her up in a hug. "Where have you been keeping yourself?" As he spoke he noticed the four members of Evolution. "Is everything all right?"
"Yeah, I just... umm... I was heading home and I ran into these guys because I'm lost." She babbled, worried that her lie would not be convincing enough for Rob, who knew her so well, to believe.
"Are you heading back to Florida?" He asked, "Because I'm headed that way, just come with me."
Christian appeared at his side, hugging her, closer than she wanted to be held.
"You know what? I'm just gonna go to the ladies room." She pulled away abruptly, leaving her carry on luggage on the ground, and darting into the nearest bathroom.
Once inside she locked the stall door and sat down on the closed lid of the toilet, hugging her knees to her chest.
She brushed several stray tears away from her eyes and sniffled, trying to get herself to calm down, to keep her whirling emotions in check.
Sighing Lita got up and unlocked the stall door, moving to the mirror and applying some foundation to her skin, trying to even out her complexion, before walking out of the bathroom to where the group of men waited for her.
"Are you okay?" Christian asked her, gesturing to her blotchy face, and shaking hands.
"I'm just... I have stomach flu." She answered. "I haven't been feeling very well."
"And that's why you weren't at work?" Rob asked. "No one knew where you were."
"Yeah, I've had the stomach flu." Lita repeated. "I faxed administration and told them that I was sick and not coming in." She forced surprise into her voice.
"I guess they didn't get it." Christian told her, picking up her carry-on luggage. "We should get going or we'll miss our flight."
*************
Silently Lita unlocked the door to her house, turning on the lights to illuminate the hall and lounge room. Dropping her bags on the floor she locked the door behind her, and activated the alarm system to alert her to the presence of any intruders.
Shaking slightly she walked up the stairs to her bedroom Lita gripped the banister for extra support, then turned on all of the lights she could, and curled up in bed, not even bothering to change her clothes or remove her shoes.
For the next three days, Lita screened her calls, and got out of bed only to eat or take long hot showers. Finally on the fourth day after she'd arrived home, Lita forced herself out of the house to go and see a doctor.
************
In the waiting room she buried her face in a magazine, her eyes still covered by a pair of sunglasses, her signature red hair covered by a baker boy hat.
Knowing her intense desire for privacy, when the doctor was ready for her one of the nurses tapped Lita on the shoulder instead of calling her name out.
"So... Lita." The doctor began. "What can I do for you?"
"I think I'm pregnant." Lita told her, "I'm almost one hundred percent sure."
"What sort of symptoms have you been having?"
"My period is late, really late. I feel sick all of the time, and I keep throwing up, especially in the morning, but at night too. I get really tired, and dizzy sometimes." Slightly stressed Lita reached up and tucked several strands of hair behind her ear.
"Sounds like pregnancy all right." The doctor told her. "I'll get you to take a test, just follow the instructions on the kit. The bathroom's just through there..."
************
When Lita walked into the arena on Monday afternoon she was almost completely silent, not speaking to anyone until she reached the security of the diva's locker room.
"There you are!" Trish wrapped her up in a hug straight away, before Lita could even drop her bags. The blonde released her friend as she felt Lita wince. "Is everything okay?"
"I'm not feeling well." Lita told her dropping her bags on the bench next to Trish's.
"Do you want some paracetamol or something?"
Lita just shook her head. "I'll just be sick again anyway."
"Where have you been? Everyone was getting worried."
Again Lita forced surprise into her voice. "I was sick. I sent a fax in saying that I wasn't coming in, and asking administration to cancel all of my appointments."
"Maybe they didn't get it." Trish shrugged. "You should probably go down and see Steve and Eric though and explain to them where you were."
"I'll go now." When she spoke her voice was oddly distant as she walked out of the room.
************
She knocked gently on the co-General Manager's office door, then waited for someone to answer.
"Come in!" Steve's voice called out.
Lita opened the door and walked in, seeing not only Steve, but Eric sitting there too. "Hey guys." She said quietly.
"Where the hell have you been?" Eric asked her.
"Sick to my stomach." Lita told him. "I've been in bed for two weeks with stomach flu. Trish told me you guys never got the fax I sent."
"How are you feeling now?" Steve asked.
"Pretty crappy. My doctor wrote me a certificate saying I'm not fit enough to get in the ring."
"If you've only had the flu for two weeks," Eric began, "You should be fine to wrestle tonight."
"I've had the stomach flu." She corrected him. "I haven't eaten properly for over two weeks, I haven't trained at all. I'd just be a liability to whoever I wrestled with."
"It's not worth the risk." Steve told her. "Hang around anyway, we might get you to do a walk on or valet or something."
"I'll be in the diva's locker room if you decide you need me." Lita told him.
In the hall, Lita stared at the floor, not wanting anyone to see the expression on her face.
Without warning she walked into someone, automatically looking up to see who it was. As her eyes met Hunter's she jumped backwards into someone else, bursting into tears as Hunter walked away, shrugging away from whoever was now holding her.
"Whoa Lita, it's okay." Jericho told her. "Take it easy." Gently he reached out and rubbed her shoulder, trying to calm her down, but only made the red haired diva cry harder, her whole body stiff, like she was completely unable to move.
"Is everything all right?" Trish and Stacy walked over to them. "Chris?"
"She walked into Hunter, and then bumped into me. I can't get her to stop crying." He answered her.
"Lita? Honey?" The blonde asked. "Let's get you back to the locker room." Gently Trish encouraged Lita to move back towards the locker room.
"What's going on?" Molly asked as Trish and Stacy walked in, supporting Lita between them.
"She's not feeling well." Stacy answered.
'Come on honey, sit down." Trish guided her down onto the couch, putting Lita's feet up, and covering her over with a blanket. Lita remained silent, other than the occasional sob, until she fell asleep.
***********
"Where's Lita?" Steve asked once Trish had opened the door to the women's locker room.
Without speaking Trish gestured to where Lita lay sleeping on the couch. "I'm worried about her Steve. I know that's she's been sick, but it's like she's a totally different person." She said softly.
"How do you mean?"
"On the way back from your office she ran into Hunter, literally and was bumped backwards into Chris. He told me she started to cry, and even when Stacy and I got there we couldn't calm her down. She cried herself to sleep."
"Lita cried herself to sleep?" Steve echoed.
"As I said before, I know she's been sick, and she's probably stressed about it, but there's no explanation for something like that."
"Keep an eye on her." He advised, "Let me know how she's doing. I'll have to go and find someone else to do this spot."