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Summary: Trish survives a horrible car crash only to end up in a coma. But while she is in the coma she experiences the greatest love story with the most unlikely man.

Distribution: This is for an Original Character story I am writing offline but thought it would also work for fan fiction. If you want to post it anywhere please ask permission. I am an equal opportunity writer.

A/N: I just realized something funny about myself and I thought that since I didn't have anything to write in this spot, I would share it with all of you. I listen to all these romantic and true love songs when I write this story. Now I am sure that a lot of you do that, and if you don't then you eventually will. What I think is funny is that I didn't even begin writing and I had the music going, and I went back and read over the first thing I posted here, you all know what it is, it's the number one thing at the bottom of my bio, and it pretty much hit me and made me almost cry. That is the funny part if you haven't guessed. I haven't read that piece of writing in almost two years, since I wrote it. I get the reviews for it, and they touch me, but I didn't think I had the power to read it again without remembering Jeff leaving. It's like that movie A Walk to Remember. I watched that and cried my eyes out when I was first got it, and then I didn't watch it for three years. I watched it over again a week ago, and I thought it wouldn't affect me. I was wrong. I just think its funny how your mind can screw your body up. Something seen or written so long ago being able to pretty much knock you off your ass. Okay that is all I wanted to say, thank you for the reviews, enjoy number 18 and here is 19.

They all made it to the hospital in record time, pushing their way through the doors at the same time, almost knocking each other over. Once through the door they made their way down the hall as quickly as possible to the sound of the beeping machines around them.

They neared Trish's hospital room and they saw the masked figure make a run for it. Shane was the first to catch on and after yelling for Vince to fill Shawn in, he took off running after the figure. Stephanie had apparently left no time for them to get there before calling in someone to take her out.

Vince took a look at Shawn, his eyes showing more emotion then he had allowed in over ten years, and tried to find the right words to say.

"She called in someone to take her out for good. You might want to get a doctor quickly."

Not understanding what Vince meant, but understanding the severity of the comment, and the fact that even though he didn't know what was happening, he knew somewhere inside he needed to get the doctor, he made a quick run for the reception desk. Filling in the woman in as many words as he could muster, he ran back to Vince, noticing that the doctors made a beeline right where he had requested they go.

"I think you need to tell me what the hell is going on here. There is no way in hell I am going to lose her Vince. I just can't deal with it again."

"What do you mean again?"

Shawn shook his head in a blow off attempt and though Vince was going to accept it, he knew he was going to get answers as soon as possible. Before he could go on, Shane came back to them, out of breath and finding it hard to speak.

"He—is gone." He said, sucking in as much air as he could trying to get his breathing back to normal. He hadn't made a run like that in a little while; it was going to take a while to get used to doing it. He usually left that to the wrestlers.

"You mind telling me what the hell is going on here? She wakes up, she is alright though she can't remember anything around the accident, and then you call me out of nowhere, say you have answers and now she might be dead."

Shane threw a look at Shawn and pointed to the chair directly behind him. It was about time that he told his friend what was going on. It was the only way for Shawn to come to terms with what had happened and maybe figure out another way to deal with things.

"I know who was behind the accident, although I can't say who that person was that was just in Trish's room. I just know that it couldn't have been anything good. As it turns out it had nothing to do with Dad, or Eric for that matter. I think Trish found that letter I told you about, but Eric doesn't have the brain power to do anything this rough."

"Then who did it?" Shawn asked, almost choking at the thought that Trish could be in that room now lying even closer to death then she was before.

"It was Stephanie who planned the whole thing out Shawn. She got my father in a situation where he would sign over complete control of the company to Paul in five years. I suppose she did it to take the heat off her, and maybe even get her husband involved."

"She tried to kill Trish out on that road? But why would she want to do that to someone who makes more money for the company then most?"

"She knew about the plan before anyone else did. She knew even before I did for crying out loud and it didn't take me all that long to find out about it. I know that was the reason she tried to do away with Trish."

Shawn was beside himself with the shock and grief that was coursing through his body. He was worried sick about Trish, wondering what the person that had fled from her room had done to her and if it was fatal. He was also in shock that Paul could have known anything about this and not come to him, or knowing how strong he was, walked away from it the minute he heard about it. He was shocked that a person that had been his best friend for years hadn't thought to warn him that he was in the line of fire.

"Where does Paul stand in all of this?" Shawn said keeping his eyes locked on the movement around Trish's hospital room. He wanted to make sure that with the amount of people walking in and out of there, he knew who each of them was. He didn't want any more surprises tonight.

"He doesn't know anything of it apparently." Vince spoke up then, interrupting Shane from answering what he didn't know.

"But we can't be sure about that now can we? I just can't believe this. Paul was here with me, he was in that room with Trish and me. I could have been the one that was putting her in the line of fire again. I shouldn't have even come here, or for that matter brought Paul into it until I was sure."

Shane touched Shawn's shoulders, trying to make him see that what had happened here hadn't been anyone's fault but that of his sister and her evil plan to get the company.

"Shawn, you being here for her brought her back to us once. Please don't think that what happened here had anything to do with you." Before Shane could go on, he noticed the Doctor making his way over to them, a solemn look marking his face, tightening his features.

"Gentleman, I have some news regarding Ms. Stratus."

Shawn looked up and seeing the look plastered on the Doctor's face, broke down in tears. He wasn't a man that liked to cry, or at least cry where people could see him, but he loved her and if there was any chance that she was going to die then he could feel his heart dieing inside already. He had known along time ago that he couldn't go on without her.

"What is it Doctor? What happened to her in that room tonight? Do we have any idea who that could have been?" Vince asked, tightening his grasp around Shawn's shoulders as he sobbed. He had known Shawn since he was a young 18 year old boy wanting to be a star in the ring. He didn't know how close the two of them had gotten but he knew that it was hitting Shawn awfully hard.

"She was given the same drug as Mr. Michaels a week ago when we tried to put him into a coma to find her. Now I know we were able to bring you out of it pretty quick Shawn, but with Trish, her body was already weakened. It caused more damage to her this time then it would have the first time."

Shawn looked up, wiping the wetness from his eyes. He had to know what the Doctor was trying to tell him.

"What are you trying to say man? Is she going to die?"

"Not if we can help it. She is just knocked out pretty bad. It would seem we now know the drug that was given her to make her seem drunk. There are some medications that do that, and also put you into the coma. We are doing everything we can to try to prevent damage, but it doesn't look good."

"So she is on the life support now, and you are telling us to pull her off it right?"

"It might be time to make some decisions. The first time was a miracle, and we thanked God for it, but this time, unless someone gives her another life pardon, you might have to say your goodbyes."

He walked away then, and left Shawn with Shane and Vince to try to digest what he had told them. It had been a miracle that she had lived that accident and had come back to him. He wanted her to be able to come back again, so he could do everything right. He needed to tell her he loved her, and that he wanted to spend the rest of his life taking care of her. He was scared now though that he might not get the chance to do it.

"You came back to me." He said as she entered the room, appropriately dressed in white, her blond hair flowing down around her shoulders. She looked like the picture of perfection standing before him bathed in the white light.

"You were right, I went back and didn't remember anything about what happened to us here. I do remember one thing though from the life I lived."

Standing from the bed where he was resting he looked deep into her eyes, wondering what it was that she could have taken through with her. He walked towards her, cupped his hands around her cheeks and bringing his lips mere seconds away from hers.

"What do you remember Trish? What did you remember that touched you so much that you didn't lose memory of it crossing over?"

"I remember pretending to be asleep and having you there. You told me you loved me. The only thing I didn't have a chance to tell you back was that I loved you too." She said before bringing her lips into contact with him, not ever wanting to let go. She really felt now that she was home, right where she wanted to be.