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Chapter Five
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"Where is Stacy Keibler?" Adam said in a rushed voice as he rushed into the emergency room.
"Are you Adam Copeland?" A nurse said, walking up to him.
"Yes. Where's Stacy?" Adam's voice cracked.
"Follow me." The nurse said, turning and walking towards a crowded hallway. Adam followed her, a million thoughts running through his head. He followed the nurse into an elevator, where she hit the number four button.
'What could of happened to her?' He thought as the elevator slowly climed up the three floors. A ding sounded through the small space.
"Stacy has been brought in because of domestic violence." The nurse said. "A woman in the hotel opposite of your and Ms. Keibler called 911 when she saw Ms. Keibler being dragged from the front of the hotel to the small area between the two hotels. She continued to watch as the man repeatedly hit Stacy in the face, chest, and stomach, and also when he threw her into the wall of your hotel."
"Oh my God..." Adam trailed off, his eyes filling with tears.
"The doctors have been monitering her carefully since she was admitted. There seems to be a problem, though. Now, Stacy was pregnant, am I correct?" The nurse asked, checking her chart.
"Yes...oh...oh no...the baby...did she...?" He stuttered. He looked down, noticing that his hands had begun to shake violently.
"She hasn't miscarried...yet." The nurse said. "There is a chance that she will, though. A very high chance. Stacy was struck hard multiple times in the stomach, and it's caused her to hemorrhage. The baby has about a twenty to twenty-five percent chance of survival." This did it for Adam. The normally strong, solid man sunk against the wall, a steady flow of tears streaming down his cheeks.
"Can...can I see her?" He asked. She nodded and Adam stood up, following her down the hallway. They stopped in front of room 425. The nurse opened the door, and Adam walked inside. When he saw Stacy laying motionless in the hospital, it broke his heart. Her eyes were closed...her face covered in bruises. She was hooked up to what must've been at least four different machines. An IV was taped to the back of her hand. Adam sat down in a chair that was beside the bed and took her hand in his.
"Stacy..." He whispered to her. "I love you."
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Blood. Blood on his hands. On his shirt.
Stacy's blood.
Blood had seeped into her blonde hair when he threw her against the wall. Crimson blood staining her.
Andrew laughed. The laugh of a madman. He looked at his hands. The red was shining in the lamplight of his hotel room. He couldn't stop staring at the blood on his hands.
He was happy. Overjoyed, even. If he couldn't have her, no one could.
"No one." He said outloud.
He could only hope that she wouldn't walk out of that hospital.
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Adam stirred early the next morning. He had been at Stacy's side all night. He had dark bags under his eyes from his lack of sleep, but he was trying his best to be awake so that he could talk to her when she woke up. He looked at his watch.
"Five thirty in the morning." He stated out loud, closing his eyes again.
"Adam, what are you still doing awake?" Adam's eyes immediately snapped open. Stacy was awake! She was finally awake!
"Stace, I've been so worried." Adam said, leaning down and kissing her forehead softly.
"How long have I been here?" She asked.
"Since about nine last night. What happened, Stace?" He asked her, taking her hands in his.
"I went down to get that message...when I got down to the lobby there was no one at the counter, so I rang the little bell, and all of a sudden I was grabbed around the waist, dragged outside, and got the hell beat out of me." She told him.
"Was it..." Adam began. Stacy nodded.
"Andrew." She finished.
"We're getting him this time, Stacy. He's not getting away with this." Adam vowed, looking into her brown eyes.
"Adam...what about the baby?" She asked, her voice barely above a whisper. Adam sighed and looked away. He knew that she'd eventually ask...he had just hoped that it wouldn't be this soon.
"The nurse told me...that...when Andrew beat you...it caused you to hemorrhage...the baby has a twenty to twenty-five percent chance of survival." Adam told her, finally looking back at the petite blonde.
She just stared at him, a look of disbelief on her face.
"No..." She whispered. "Not my baby...not our baby..." Stacy began to sob quietly. Adam said nothing, and kissed her forehead soothingly. The door opened and Adam looked up. A doctor, followed by the nurse he had talked to the night before, walked in.
"Glad to see you're finally awake, Ms. Keibler." The doctor said as he checked over her chart. "It seems that you are much, much better today." Stacy reached up and whiped her tears away before looking at the doctor.
"How's my baby?" She asked.
"Your baby is also doing better. Now, that said, it's not out of danger quite yet. But you staying calm, relaxing, and getting plenty of rest will help its chances greatly." Stacy nodded.
"Doctor, is there any way we can press charges against the man who did this to Stacy?" Adam asked.
""Stacy would have to identify him." The doctor said, nodding.
"I can." Stacy said. "I know who did it."
"We can get an detective in here to talk to you a little later today, alright?" He said. She and Adam nodded.
"Thank you, doctor." Adam said as the doctor and the nurse walked out of the small hospital room. Stacy sighed and propped herself up on a few pillows.
"Adam, I don't want to lose this baby. I know...I know that it's because of Andrew that I'm pregnant right now, but this isn't Andrew's baby...it's our baby. Mine and yours. You're going to be it's father, you're going to raise it..." Stacy said, looking at Adam. "I'm not giving up. This baby is going to make it." Determination was obvious in her voice. Adam just nodded.
"Get some rest sweetheart...I'm going to call Chris, see if he wants to come by. I'll be back soon." Adam bent down and kissed Stacy's forehead before walking out of the room. Once he was out in the hallway, he flipped his cell phone open. It rang twice before Chris picked up.
"Hello?"
"Hey man." Adam said.
"Adam, how are you? I heard about Stacy." Chris replied.
"I'm okay.Stacy is doing better...she might lose the baby." Adam sat down and ran a hand through his long hair tiredly.
"Do you want me to come down there?" Chris asked.
"If it's not too much trouble, that would be great." Adam told him as he sat back.
"I'll be there in twenty minutes." Chris said before hanging up. Adam closed his phone and walked down to the cafeteria, where he got a hot cup of coffee. He then returned to Stacy's room, where she was peacefully sleeping. Adam sat there, quietly sipping his coffee, until he heard a knock at the door. He walked over to it and opened it, hoping that it hadn't woken Stacy up. Both men stood by her bed, listening to the steady beep of one of the moniters hooked to the petite girl's body.
"How is she?" Chris asked softly after a moment. Adam just continued to stare at his battered girlfriend.
"She's better. There's a chance the baby will survive...we just don't know yet though." Adam sat down with a sigh. "Chris...I really don't want her to lose this baby. We were so excited to start our life together, to have this child."
"I know. Just be positive. If Stacy rests enough this baby could make it." Chris said, sitting down in a chair near Adam.
"There's a detective coming by later today." Adam said. "We're turning Andrew in." Chris nodded.
"He has it coming to him."
After a few minutes of silence, there was another knock at the hospital room door. Since Chris was closer to the door, he stood up and answered it. A detective was waiting at the door.
"Come in." Chris said, stepping out of the way. The detective stepped into the room. Adam noticed a folder, a pad of paper and a pen in his hand.
"Hello gentlemen, I'm Detective Williams. I recieved a call from Dr. Thorton earlier this afternoon. He told me that your girlfriend wants to report someone for abuse." He said, closing the door behind him.
"Yes sir, she does." Adam replied.
"Adam?" Stacy said groggily as she sat up, rubbing her eyes.
"Hey sweetie." Adam walked over to her bed, sitting on the edge of it carefully. Stacy moved back into his arms, snuggling against the tall man.
"The detective is here. Are you ready to tell him about Andrew?" Adam asked. Stacy nodded.
"Alright." Detective Williams said, sitting down across from the couple. "Do you know this man personally?"
"Yes." Stacy nodded. "His name is Andrew Martin, known as Test in the WWE. He and I dated for nearly a year."
"Was this the first time he physically abused you?" Detective Williams asked, writing in the small pad of paper he had with him.
"No. Before this time, he hit me every night for about a week, and one night he got carried away and raped me." Adam knew how difficult this had to be for Stacy. He tightened his grip around her waist comfortingly, rocking her back and forth.
"Is this how your pregnancy came about?"
"Yes, sir."
The detective nodded and wrote on his pad some more. He then picked his folder up.
"I'd like you to look at these pictures and identify him, just for police records." Stacy flipped through the few pages of pictures until stopping on one.
"That's him." She pointed to the picture. Detective Williams nodded and closed the book.
"Thank you, Ms. Keibler. We'll be contacting you soon with an update of the case." Detective Williams stood up and walked out of the room. Chris had long since left, saying that he was going out to pick up some food and that he would be back later.
"Wow..." Stacy said, leaning in even closer to Adam. "That was harder than I thought."
"I know, but you did great, baby. Think, Andrew will be gone for good soon." Adam smiled. Stacy turned to face him and returned the smile.
"Yeah, you're right."
Adam leaned forward and placed a soft kiss on her lips.
"I love you, Stacy." He told her, looking into her brown eyes. She brought a small hand up and brushed her fingertips down his cheek.
"I love you too, Adam." She whispered.
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Chapter Five
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"Where is Stacy Keibler?" Adam said in a rushed voice as he rushed into the emergency room.
"Are you Adam Copeland?" A nurse said, walking up to him.
"Yes. Where's Stacy?" Adam's voice cracked.
"Follow me." The nurse said, turning and walking towards a crowded hallway. Adam followed her, a million thoughts running through his head. He followed the nurse into an elevator, where she hit the number four button.
'What could of happened to her?' He thought as the elevator slowly climed up the three floors. A ding sounded through the small space.
"Stacy has been brought in because of domestic violence." The nurse said. "A woman in the hotel opposite of your and Ms. Keibler called 911 when she saw Ms. Keibler being dragged from the front of the hotel to the small area between the two hotels. She continued to watch as the man repeatedly hit Stacy in the face, chest, and stomach, and also when he threw her into the wall of your hotel."
"Oh my God..." Adam trailed off, his eyes filling with tears.
"The doctors have been monitering her carefully since she was admitted. There seems to be a problem, though. Now, Stacy was pregnant, am I correct?" The nurse asked, checking her chart.
"Yes...oh...oh no...the baby...did she...?" He stuttered. He looked down, noticing that his hands had begun to shake violently.
"She hasn't miscarried...yet." The nurse said. "There is a chance that she will, though. A very high chance. Stacy was struck hard multiple times in the stomach, and it's caused her to hemorrhage. The baby has about a twenty to twenty-five percent chance of survival." This did it for Adam. The normally strong, solid man sunk against the wall, a steady flow of tears streaming down his cheeks.
"Can...can I see her?" He asked. She nodded and Adam stood up, following her down the hallway. They stopped in front of room 425. The nurse opened the door, and Adam walked inside. When he saw Stacy laying motionless in the hospital, it broke his heart. Her eyes were closed...her face covered in bruises. She was hooked up to what must've been at least four different machines. An IV was taped to the back of her hand. Adam sat down in a chair that was beside the bed and took her hand in his.
"Stacy..." He whispered to her. "I love you."
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Blood. Blood on his hands. On his shirt.
Stacy's blood.
Blood had seeped into her blonde hair when he threw her against the wall. Crimson blood staining her.
Andrew laughed. The laugh of a madman. He looked at his hands. The red was shining in the lamplight of his hotel room. He couldn't stop staring at the blood on his hands.
He was happy. Overjoyed, even. If he couldn't have her, no one could.
"No one." He said outloud.
He could only hope that she wouldn't walk out of that hospital.
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Adam stirred early the next morning. He had been at Stacy's side all night. He had dark bags under his eyes from his lack of sleep, but he was trying his best to be awake so that he could talk to her when she woke up. He looked at his watch.
"Five thirty in the morning." He stated out loud, closing his eyes again.
"Adam, what are you still doing awake?" Adam's eyes immediately snapped open. Stacy was awake! She was finally awake!
"Stace, I've been so worried." Adam said, leaning down and kissing her forehead softly.
"How long have I been here?" She asked.
"Since about nine last night. What happened, Stace?" He asked her, taking her hands in his.
"I went down to get that message...when I got down to the lobby there was no one at the counter, so I rang the little bell, and all of a sudden I was grabbed around the waist, dragged outside, and got the hell beat out of me." She told him.
"Was it..." Adam began. Stacy nodded.
"Andrew." She finished.
"We're getting him this time, Stacy. He's not getting away with this." Adam vowed, looking into her brown eyes.
"Adam...what about the baby?" She asked, her voice barely above a whisper. Adam sighed and looked away. He knew that she'd eventually ask...he had just hoped that it wouldn't be this soon.
"The nurse told me...that...when Andrew beat you...it caused you to hemorrhage...the baby has a twenty to twenty-five percent chance of survival." Adam told her, finally looking back at the petite blonde.
She just stared at him, a look of disbelief on her face.
"No..." She whispered. "Not my baby...not our baby..." Stacy began to sob quietly. Adam said nothing, and kissed her forehead soothingly. The door opened and Adam looked up. A doctor, followed by the nurse he had talked to the night before, walked in.
"Glad to see you're finally awake, Ms. Keibler." The doctor said as he checked over her chart. "It seems that you are much, much better today." Stacy reached up and whiped her tears away before looking at the doctor.
"How's my baby?" She asked.
"Your baby is also doing better. Now, that said, it's not out of danger quite yet. But you staying calm, relaxing, and getting plenty of rest will help its chances greatly." Stacy nodded.
"Doctor, is there any way we can press charges against the man who did this to Stacy?" Adam asked.
""Stacy would have to identify him." The doctor said, nodding.
"I can." Stacy said. "I know who did it."
"We can get an detective in here to talk to you a little later today, alright?" He said. She and Adam nodded.
"Thank you, doctor." Adam said as the doctor and the nurse walked out of the small hospital room. Stacy sighed and propped herself up on a few pillows.
"Adam, I don't want to lose this baby. I know...I know that it's because of Andrew that I'm pregnant right now, but this isn't Andrew's baby...it's our baby. Mine and yours. You're going to be it's father, you're going to raise it..." Stacy said, looking at Adam. "I'm not giving up. This baby is going to make it." Determination was obvious in her voice. Adam just nodded.
"Get some rest sweetheart...I'm going to call Chris, see if he wants to come by. I'll be back soon." Adam bent down and kissed Stacy's forehead before walking out of the room. Once he was out in the hallway, he flipped his cell phone open. It rang twice before Chris picked up.
"Hello?"
"Hey man." Adam said.
"Adam, how are you? I heard about Stacy." Chris replied.
"I'm okay.Stacy is doing better...she might lose the baby." Adam sat down and ran a hand through his long hair tiredly.
"Do you want me to come down there?" Chris asked.
"If it's not too much trouble, that would be great." Adam told him as he sat back.
"I'll be there in twenty minutes." Chris said before hanging up. Adam closed his phone and walked down to the cafeteria, where he got a hot cup of coffee. He then returned to Stacy's room, where she was peacefully sleeping. Adam sat there, quietly sipping his coffee, until he heard a knock at the door. He walked over to it and opened it, hoping that it hadn't woken Stacy up. Both men stood by her bed, listening to the steady beep of one of the moniters hooked to the petite girl's body.
"How is she?" Chris asked softly after a moment. Adam just continued to stare at his battered girlfriend.
"She's better. There's a chance the baby will survive...we just don't know yet though." Adam sat down with a sigh. "Chris...I really don't want her to lose this baby. We were so excited to start our life together, to have this child."
"I know. Just be positive. If Stacy rests enough this baby could make it." Chris said, sitting down in a chair near Adam.
"There's a detective coming by later today." Adam said. "We're turning Andrew in." Chris nodded.
"He has it coming to him."
After a few minutes of silence, there was another knock at the hospital room door. Since Chris was closer to the door, he stood up and answered it. A detective was waiting at the door.
"Come in." Chris said, stepping out of the way. The detective stepped into the room. Adam noticed a folder, a pad of paper and a pen in his hand.
"Hello gentlemen, I'm Detective Williams. I recieved a call from Dr. Thorton earlier this afternoon. He told me that your girlfriend wants to report someone for abuse." He said, closing the door behind him.
"Yes sir, she does." Adam replied.
"Adam?" Stacy said groggily as she sat up, rubbing her eyes.
"Hey sweetie." Adam walked over to her bed, sitting on the edge of it carefully. Stacy moved back into his arms, snuggling against the tall man.
"The detective is here. Are you ready to tell him about Andrew?" Adam asked. Stacy nodded.
"Alright." Detective Williams said, sitting down across from the couple. "Do you know this man personally?"
"Yes." Stacy nodded. "His name is Andrew Martin, known as Test in the WWE. He and I dated for nearly a year."
"Was this the first time he physically abused you?" Detective Williams asked, writing in the small pad of paper he had with him.
"No. Before this time, he hit me every night for about a week, and one night he got carried away and raped me." Adam knew how difficult this had to be for Stacy. He tightened his grip around her waist comfortingly, rocking her back and forth.
"Is this how your pregnancy came about?"
"Yes, sir."
The detective nodded and wrote on his pad some more. He then picked his folder up.
"I'd like you to look at these pictures and identify him, just for police records." Stacy flipped through the few pages of pictures until stopping on one.
"That's him." She pointed to the picture. Detective Williams nodded and closed the book.
"Thank you, Ms. Keibler. We'll be contacting you soon with an update of the case." Detective Williams stood up and walked out of the room. Chris had long since left, saying that he was going out to pick up some food and that he would be back later.
"Wow..." Stacy said, leaning in even closer to Adam. "That was harder than I thought."
"I know, but you did great, baby. Think, Andrew will be gone for good soon." Adam smiled. Stacy turned to face him and returned the smile.
"Yeah, you're right."
Adam leaned forward and placed a soft kiss on her lips.
"I love you, Stacy." He told her, looking into her brown eyes. She brought a small hand up and brushed her fingertips down his cheek.
"I love you too, Adam." She whispered.
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