"Well, King there's lot more on the show still t come but right now we would like to take this opportunity to wish our wrestler Kane a very speedy and healthy recovery from an accident which should never have happened folks"

"Yeah Kane, if you're well enough and your watching, get well soon we miss you and if you've just tuned in we were informed earlier that Undertaker is with younger brother Kane who is in intensive care unit after an horrific car accident"

"Our thoughts and prayers our with ya' Kane and ya' family"

Never before have I experienced such emotions. If I wasn't feeling scared I was feeling nervous, if not that I tried to be optimistic, you know everything's cool when you're Rob Van Dam. Well, I thought that until I approached the room he was lying in, motionless, full of wires..machines bleeping slowly. Then I realised, not today, not any day soon, it's not cool. I'm in a nightmare, I want to wake up and have Kane hold me, tell me it's alright its over, but I know that's not going to happen.

The door opened and he had to step through it. Closing his eyes, not wanting to see what the car wreck had done to him. H re-opened them and stood, he felt like ice. Frozen in a part of time he did not want to be in. But there, lying in unconsciousness not knowing the torment that Rob was going through, as Kane.

The room was cold, the walls bare, just filled with technical gear to keep Kane alive. The whole room smelt of that famous hospital smell that makes you want to leave before you even get inside. Deep inside Rob knew that since he tried to tell Kane how he truly feels everything was going wrong. Now had to be the best time, in the quiet were only Kane could listen to him. Reaching over he touched the bigger man's hand.

"You're beautiful. I mean that, so..beautiful. I know this isn't the way you wanted me to see you're face but I've seen it now and I tell you something, how could you hide it from me dude!" He chuckled as he tried to fight off tears.

"You know how much I care about you, I feel like I could go and end my own life just to save yours. Not that it would but you know what I mean. I love you. I have done or so long, you won my heart and you hold it now, its yours. I didn't leave you; I got stuck in a bloody lift! I would never leave you. And I never shredded up your stuff, you know I would never be so low." His face reddened as tears streamed down his cheeks. "Please don't leave me, I love you, I need you"

Undertaker stood looking in through the window, watching Rob cry onto Kane's arm. Kurt gave his hand a squeeze. "Do you think Kane would mind me and Rob saw his face?"

"I can sense it" His jade eyes glazed over and he looked away from the room. He leaned back on the window, his face now buried in his hands.

"Hey, hey" Kurt wrapped his arms around the deadman's waist. "Come on, Kane's going to be fine babe you'll see. Now what can you sense that's made you this upset?"

"Imminent Death"

Mean while, back at the RAW event..

"Well, that's our plan down the shit." Ric Flair punched the wall. He turned and faced the rest of Evolution. "What the hell are we going to do now?"

"I'm thinking, I'm thinking!" Triple H snapped back. "Listen Kane would have been perfect, if I could have got him to trust me, love me. He would have done anything for me"

"Yeah that was the plan Hunter, but now we can't cos' his fucked up in a hospital!" Bautista growled.

"I know that! So, all we need now is someone just as gullible, someone just as innocent in their own way. So plan would still work."

"I know what you mean" Ric leaned against the door. "But who?"

Bautista paced the locker room, his bare feet pattered against the tiles. Stopping, he looked towards Triple H. "What about Rob Van Dam? He liked Kane right, if Kane snuffs it, then he'll be emotionally crippled. Someone helps him get over Kane's death Rob falls in love with them doesn't want to lose them like he lost Kane, so he does anything they want"

Hunter's face lit up, the smile on Ric's grew and they both leaped forward. "That is brilliant!" Hunter wrapped an arm round Bautista's shoulder. Ric patted him proudly on the back. "Which one of us though?" The three men frowned at each other, and then smiled in unison; they turned and looked at the fourth member of Evolution.

He sat on the floor quietly singing to himself to his walkman. He felt the stares of the three older men on his back like burning coal, looking up he pulled out his ear pieces and scowled "What?"