Emilie stood in horror as she watch the lifeless body of the man she had grown attched too over the past two days lying sprawled out on the floor next the ring on the monitor. She kept telling her self that it's not real, it's just an act, it's all part of the show, but Jeff wasn't moving. She tried to clam herself down not wanting to appear foolish in front of the superstars surrounding the monitor but all she wanted to do was run out of the curtain to be by Jeff's side. As her mind raced she could hear JR commentary over the action.

"Oh my God, Jeff Hardy has just been laid out by that chair shot from Rico! He's busted wide open!"

Emilie could only looked on in silence as the monitor showed a recap of the event. Jeff was standing in middle of the ring as the referee held up his hand in victory. Suddenly Rico comes up from behind with a steel chair in hand and slams the chair into Jeff's back. Jeff falls to the ground in pain and rolls out of the ring only to be followed by Rico who is standing over him like a hungry wolf. Jeff manages to get to his feet only to be met by the steel chair to his head.

"My god you can hear the horrific sound of that unforgiving metal off that young man's skull!"

Need less to say JR's hysterical shouting wasn't making Emilie feel any better; she turned away from the screen not being able to take it anymore. No one seemed to notice her reaction except for Amy who sympathized with the poor girl; she knew what it was like to watch someone you care about get slammed with a chair and not be able to do anything about it.

"It's okay Emilie, Jeff's fine." Amy said putting her hand on Emilie's shoulder

"I know it's just...it's hard to watch"

"I know, but Jeff's a professional you have to trust that he knows what he's doing."

"I do, it's just..."

"I know" Amy said understanding exactly what Emilie was feeling but she knew there was nothing she could say to make her feel better. Instead she wrapped her arms around Emilie's shoulder attempting to comfort her.

"Hey he's getting up!" one of the other wrestlers shouted. Emilie turned to the monitor to see Jeff being helped up the ramp by the trainers.

"They're probably taking him to get checked out, you can go see him if you want." Amy said. With that Emilie took off down the hall in search for the EMT station. As she made her way threw the maze of halls and doors, silently berated herself for not asking for directions. Finally she made it there only to find out that Jeff had already left and was back in the locker room. Emilie made her way to the locker room as images of Jeff lying comatose on the floor ran threw her head (her and her god damn over active imagination). She burst through the door expecting to see Jeff sitting there soaking in a vat of ice but was surprised to find the room empty.

"Jeff?!" she called out "Jeff you in here?!"

"I'm here you anit gotta yell."

Emilie turned to see Jeff stepping out from the showers clad only in a white towel. He patted his long wet hair over with a towel to dry. Emilie couldn't help but gasp for air as she watched the beads of water ran down his perfectly sculpted chest to his godlike abs. He seemed to be completely oblivious to his own sex appeal which made him even more attractive. Emilie couldn't take her eyes off the God like creature standing before her. It took her a moment to realize she was staring at him she tried to act normal but she could feel the blood rushing to her checks. She turned around to give him some privacy, and to regain some sort of composer over herself.

"Are you okay?" Jeff asked as he stepped into a pair of baggie kaki pants "You sounded kinda frantic when you came in here."

"I was worried about you. That was some nasty chair shot you took."

"Tell me about it, my head's gonna be ringing for days." He said as he slipped a tight black t-shirt over his head. Jeff laughed to himself when he looked up to see Emilie still facing the wall. She looked so cute standing there nervously twiddling her fingers and shifting her weight from side to side.

"You can turn around now, I'm dressed."

Emilie turned to see Jeff smiling back at her. She was taken back a bit by how good Jeff looked, not as good as he looked half naked but she had to admit the boy did clean up nicely. His hair was still wet and all tousled but it seemed to only make him more appealing. Emilie smiled as she made her way closer to him, but her smile quickly turned to a frown when she noticed that Jeff was still bleeding.

"You're cut" she said as she slowly brought her hand to his face, gently brushing away the hair from the small gash on his forehead.

"Yeah Rico got me good..." he was cut off by Emilie softly kissing the wounded area. Jeff was somewhat surprised by her actions. It was sweet and nurturing yet at the same time incredibly sexy. She pulled back and looked deep into Jeff's eyes. Any trace of that shy girl who was standing before him less then a minute ago had vanished. Instead Jeff looked deep into the eyes of a woman filled with desire, the same desire that he was feeling himself. They leaned in, preparing themselves for another mind blowing kiss, but where interrupted by a loud knock at the door.

"Yes!" Jeff yelled in an annoyed tone. The door opened and Matt walked in with Amy following closely behind.

"Hey Jeffro we going out tonight or what?" the older Hardy asked.

"Yeah just give me a minute"

"Okay meet you in the parking lot" Jeff looked back at Emilie with a smile.

"Come on. Each one of them will come by until we get out there." He took her hand and led her to the lot to meet the rest of their party.