Like he had told her, Trish was waiting for him to walk back to their locker room. She was waiting since the beginning of his match, so she hadn't been able to see what was going on. Knowing Kane, and hearing the announcement that Eric made, she was worried sick about him. As she waited some more, she noticed Stephanie had come by with a few work papers and talked to some of the stage crew. Not looking at Trish once, Steph brushed by her and rolled her eyes.

Shortly after she'd seen Stephanie, Chris walked to the back holding his neck and looking like he'd just been in a car accident. She rushed quickly to his side and pulled a chair to him.

"Baby, are you all right? What happened?"

"Batista...son of a bitch."

"What right did he have to interfere in your match?" Trish was outraged. She ran her fingers through her hair roughly and sighed. "I mean seriously, it was a match between you and Kane. Not you and him."

"Calm down, calm. Okay?"

"Calm down? I'm pissed off Chris!"

"Trish!" He reached up and grabbed her upper arms and sat her down on his lap. "Look at me. It was my match. I'm going to be fine."

"Chris, you need to see the trainers."

Trish turned to look behind her and the referee Mike Chioda who was officiating the match was behind them. Wrapping his arms around Trish's waist, he shook his head.

"I'm fine."

"Baby listen to him."

"You took a nasty hit out there, and you were unconscious Jericho."

"What?!"

"Thanks Mike."

"We're going to the trainers right now. Okay? Good."

"Fine Trish."

"Don't give me attitude. I'm only looking out for you because I love and care about you okay?"

"Whatever Trish."

"Hey." She put a hand under his chin and lifted his face to face hers. "I love you."

"I love you."

She stood up off his lap and pulled him into her arms by his hands. Embracing him in her arms for a quick minute, she finally let go and he took her hand. As she supported most of his weight down the hall, he stumbled as he finally made it through the doorframe of the trainer's room. Helping him back to his feet, she grabbed his arm with her noninjured hand and held onto it.

"Sit here, and I'll go see where they are okay."

"Well you'd probably kill me if I didn't."

"Damn right."

Not even a minute later Trish returned with the head trainer.

"Okay, tell me how you hit the floor."

"Well it wasn't really the floor. First he threw me into the hockey boards and then clotheslined me back into it. I guess I hit my neck more on the floor than I did my head." He turned to see Trish crossing her arms with a worried look on her face.

"Do you have shooting pains in your neck like a thousand knives stabbing you?"

"Not that much. Right when it happened I did."

"Okay, well stay cautious and if you plan on working any shows over the weekend, take second thoughts if your neck still hurts. When you get back to your locker room, take a Tylenol."

"All right. Thanks."

Trish walked over as he began to stand, and wrapped an arm around his waist. Once again she supported most of his weight. Back in his locker room, she got him a chair, and his bag so he could get something for his headache.

"Come sit with me Baby."

"Chris, you're all sweaty. You need to take a shower."

"I think you need to take one too, you're sweaty as well."

"Gee baby I wonder why." She sighed and walked to his side. "I have an idea. How about you throw a shirt on, and then we'll go back to the hotel and take a shower there."

"Hmm, sounds nice. But you know what's even nicer than a shower?"

"What's that?" She smiled as if she didn't know.

"A nice long bubble bath with you wrapped up in my arms and your wet head on my shoulder."

"Mm. Well put your shirt on Mr. Jericho and let's go."

"What about Tyson?"

"I drove tonight. And he's hanging out with some people. I'll leave him a note so he can catch a ride."

"All right. I'll throw a shirt on. Do you need to get your things?"

"We can walk by and pick them up on our way out. I just don't want to leave you alone."

"You just don't want to leave because you can't resist me right now. You want to take advantage of poor hurt little me."

"You know me all too well."

He pulled his shirt over his head and took his hair out from underneath it. Walking over to her he put his forehead to hers and smiled. Grabbing his bag and her hand, they walked out of the dressing room. As she went inside her dressing room his cell phone rang and he saw who it was.

"Steph, what do you want?"

"I just wanted to make sure you were okay."

"I'm fine. Just a little out of it, but I'm going to be okay."

"Are you sure? I can talk to Daddy and I can have this all straightened out."

"I'm fine, honestly. Thanks for calling."

"What was that Baby?"

"Oh just Edge making sure I was all right. Ready to go?"

"You bet I am." ---
Back at the hotel, Trish and Chris immediately got in the tub. Chris had lit all the candles as Trish got undressed, and turned on the water for her at the temperature she liked. As he said, she layed in his arms and had her head on his shoulder. She had put it up so it didn't get wet but made sure he got what he wanted.

"So Trish, I've been thinking."

"About?"

"Us."

"Oh really?"

"I mean, I know you hate coming to Tampa, and I really want to be with you more."

"What do you mean?"