Song for this chapter "Hello" by Evanescence,

The hospital walls seemed to be closing in on a teary-eyed Randy Orton. The love of his life had been hit by a car by his former best friend, running away from him due to a lie that had been told by a random tramp who meant nothing to him. It was all his fault. If he hadn't gotten involved with Gail in the first place she couldn't have been hit. She would be alone and depressed, but at least she would be.

Next to him in a tan chair was Gail's best friend Molly. The one who had encouraged Randy to "go for it" with Gail. Her usually cheery face had been destroyed. Her face was drenched in tears and what little make-up she wore had long since been washed away.

Most of the roster hadn't been told what happened. Eric had said he would make an announcement after Raw, not wanting the tragedy to affect the wrestlers. Figures, Gail was in the hospital and all the jackass could think about what his own shown.

An eternity seemed to have passed when finally a doctor walked out quietly of Gail's room. He was a tall man, wrinkled and white-haired. He scanned the waiting room briefly and Randy rose to his feet, eager to hear any update.

"How is she?" Randy asked the doctor.

The old man look at Randy for a moment before speaking, "Are you family?"

"No," Randy replied, before realizing he wouldn't be allowed in if he wasn't family.

"I'm sorry, we're only allowing family to see her right now." The doctor told him.

"Please. Just tell me how she's doing." Randy pleaded.

"I'm not allowed," The doctor told him.

Randy fell to his knees, his had clasped around the doctors, "Please doctor, just tell me if she's going to be alright."

Several other men and woman in the waiting room looked at the scene of Randy in the doctor, their sympathetic looks unknown to Randy. Not wishing to make a scene the doctor forced Randy to his feet.

"She's in vital right now. It was a very bad hit." The doctor informed him.

"Will she make it?" Randy questioned.

The doctor shook his head, "I don't know at this time. We have a few more tests to run."

Randy nodded and the doctor walked off. He slumped back into his chair, staring intently at the clock watching the hands turn. He saw the hand finally hit 3:00 AM, and he finally fell asleep.

When he woke up in the morning the sung was just beginning to rise in the sky. Molly's head was rested comfortably on his shoulder and he didn't wish to wake her, so he sat still for some time. The waiting room was dreadfully quiet and It bothered Randy that none of the other wrestlers had come to the hospital after Raw.

Finally his intrigue overcame his desire to not awaken Molly and he gently set her head on the chair armrest. He walked over to the room where Gail was in and slowly creped the door open. He poked his head through an opening and was amazed by what he saw.

Trish Stratus.

But it wasn't just seeing Trish Stratus there, she was crying. For the first time Randy had ever seen, Trish Stratus was actually weeping over someone else. He opened his mouth to say something but stopped as Trish began to speak.

"I'm so sorry Gail." She moaned, "I'm so sorry. Gail, Gail I know you can't hear me. But there's something I have to tell you. I-….I didn't sleep with Randy. I tried to, before you two were together. He was drunk and I tried to use that to my advantage. He was in his hotel room in just his underwear and I came into his room. I tried to make a pass on him but he, he wouldn't have it. He said it wasn't right and he couldn't do it to you. Even though the two of you weren't together. And then the alcohol kicked in and he threw up on me." Trish said, almost laughing through her tears, "He loves you Gail. More than I thought it was possible for someone to love someone. He loves you. And I hated you for it. I hated that you'd achieved something I knew I never could. You had the unconditionally love of a great man. I'm sorry Gail…I'm sorry."

Randy started to close the door but Trish heard the noise and looked over to him. She looked down, ashamed. Feeling guilty for what had happened, and perhaps rightfully so. Randy took a good look at her. She was wearing a white sweater and black jeans, it was the least revealing thing he'd ever seen her wear.

"I'm sorry Randy." She cried.

The nice guy in Randy wanted to reach out to Trish and tell her it was okay, and everything would be alright. But he couldn't bring himself to do it. He knew it would be a lie. He knew everything wouldn't be alright. And part of him hated Trish because of it. So he just stared down at Trish. He understood finally why she'd acted as she had, but he couldn't be her aid right now. The two of them looked one another in the eyes for a long time, listening to the soothing repetition of the heart monitor.

Eventually Randy heard heavy footsteps behind him. He turned and his fist clenched as he saw Dave Batista. Randy was ready for a fight but something in Dave's eyes stopped him. He looked pitiful. Randy almost felt sorry for him. Almost.

"How is she?" Dave asked.

Randy just shook his head. The three stood in silence and Randy found himself overwhelmed at his situation. The two most selfish people he knew, were both up at the crack of dawn, weeping over a woman they'd spent their past months despising. It didn't make sense to him. Randy listened intensely to the heart monitor and found himself in horror. The repetition was, if only slightly, becoming uneven.

Gentle footsteps came from behind Randy which he recognized. Molly Holly. She didn't have to ask, she could tell by the faces around her that the concern was great. She too was taken aback by the site. Randy Orton, Trish Stratus and Dave Batista, three individuals she'd never expected to see civil in the same room, let alone caring for one another.

Molly closed her eyes preparing for the inevitable. The event all four in the room knew would happen, and finally it did. The increasingly unsteady beeping of Gail's heart monitor became one long beep. Everything was in a blur to Molly as doctor rushed into the small room and ushered the four out of the room.

Randy's knees collapsed under him as the tears watered down his cheek. Despite the three around him, Randy was alone. No one could help him. No one could save her. Gail was gone. And there was nothing anyone could ever do to take that pain away from Randy. Nothing.