As Vince turned and walked away, Stephanie sat down by John and held his hand. She kissed it and tears rolled down her cheeks and as she wiped away her tears, she heard familiar voices just outside the room.

"Steph, oh my God, we got here as fast as we could. How is he?" Randy asked as he was breathing heavily.

"He's not going to live," Stephanie answered quietly as she looked at the two of them. She again started to cry and both Randy and Nadia walked over to her and hugged her.

"I love him so much. I can't bear to lose him," Stephanie said as she cried on Nadia's shoulder.

"You won't. John will live. You know he will," Nadia said as she rested her head on Stephanie's head. She looked at Randy with a look of concern on her face. Randy had the exact same look as he looked at Stephanie.

"Is there anything we can do to help?" Randy asked.

Stephanie lifted her head up and looked at him. "Yeah… actually there is. Pray. Just pray for a miracle that he'll live. Pray that the doctors are wrong."

"All right." Randy said and put his arm around her.

Later that night, Stephanie was sleeping in the room with John and someone entered the room. She woke up to the sound of the door opening and closing and saw who it was.

"Hunter! What are you doing here?"

"I wanted to see if you were doing okay." Hunter said as he was standing by the door.

Stephanie got up and walked out of the room with Hunter and walked down to the hospital cafeteria.

"So how is he doing?" Hunter asked, as he looked uncomfortable as he was sitting across from her.

"There's no chance of him living." Stephanie said as she looked down. Hunter got up and sat next to her.

"I'm sorry to hear that." Hunter said as he held her hand. Stephanie looked at him and pulled her hand away from him.

"Why are you being nice? You wanted a divorce. You wanted to kill me by beating me…."

"I just want to comfort you." Hunter said as he interrupted her.

"Well thanks, Hunter… but I can't let that happen. It's your fault this all happened!" Stephanie said.

"My fault? How the hell is this my fault?" Hunter asked as his face turned red.

"Had you treated me with the respect I wanted, I never would have cheated on you!" Stephanie explained.

"There you go again! You're always the innocent one. It's always the others who have to be blamed! Well grow up you slut! You know damn well this is your fault!" Hunter yelled.

"My fault! How!" Stephanie screamed back.

"If you wouldn't act so damn slutty around the guys backstage. You think I don't see it? The clothes, the way you talk to them, the way you touch them. I know, Steph. And you got John, Adam, and me as your victims. Your problem is, you can't stay committed to one person… so you leave them and move on. The only reason why I did that stuff to you was because I was sick of the way you were acting!" Hunter explained.

"So you beat me?" Stephanie asked in disbelief.

"Did I have a choice? I tried telling you over and over again but you wouldn't get it through your head! You were always out partying, getting drunk, and coming home and crashing on the bed in one of the bedrooms! I was sick of it!"

"You know… I don't know why I'm even here talking to you. John's life is at stake…"

"Wrong! Your life is at stake. Because you're afraid if you lose John, you'll never find love again! Because no real man would love a slut like you," Hunter said.

Stephanie got up and left the cafeteria and went back up to see how John is doing. Nadia and Randy were at a nearby hotel talking about this terrible ordeal.

"It's sad to see that Stephanie is going through all this pain. The divorce, her daughter, John… God… she's gotta be feeling like hell right about now." Randy said.

"Yeah, I know." Nadia said as she looked at Randy. She realized something. "Wait a minute. Next week! It's supposed to be John's debut! What if…?"

"Oh my God. I forgot all about that." Randy realized.

"You think…?" Nadia asked.

"He'll be there next week. John's a strong guy. He'll survive all this." Randy said.

"I hope so. Stephanie really does love him. I can see it in her eyes. She's so happy around him. He makes her complete." Nadia said as she held Randy's hand.

"Like how I make you complete?" Randy asked.

Nadia thought about this question before giving him an answer. Randy looked at Nadia and Nadia looked at him. The two got closer and shared an intimate kiss. They looked at each other again.

"Yes, Randy. Like how you complete me."

Randy kissed her once more as Nadia began to slowly unbutton his shirt. Randy took off his shirt and carried Nadia over to the bed. Nadia lay on the bed as Randy climbed on top of her and began kissing her.

"I love you, Nadia." Randy whispered in her ear as he kissed the side of her neck.

"Oh, Randy. I love you, too." Nadia moaned softly.

The two shared an intimate night of passion with the moon and stars outside in the midnight blue sky. Stephanie looked out the window and saw how beautiful the night sky was.

"If you only you could see this, John. It's so romantic." Stephanie thought.

She looked at John who lay in the bed, motionless, with no clue about what has happened to him. His entire life was over, he would never wrestle again, he would never rap again and he would never see his daughter grow up. Let alone find out that she was his daughter. How could Stephanie be so stupid and not tell him? She just couldn't face him and let him know that all those years ago, she had been carrying his child.

She sat with tears filling her eyes and her hands sweating. Pretty soon she felt the floor slipping beneath her and drifted into a sleep. While she lay on the ground, Nadia walked in to check on her. When she saw Stephanie, she called Randy and they picked her up and lay her on John's bed. She wouldn't wake up so Randy poured a glass of water on her face. Annoyed, she woke up.

"What do you want?" asked Stephanie.

"Steph, what happened? You were knocked out on the floor," replied a worried Nadia.

"I don't exactly remember. I was sitting on the bed and then all of a sudden, I fell asleep. I think I must have fainted from all the crying," exclaimed a confused Stephanie.

"I think you need some rest, let's go back to the hotel. Steph, I'll stay with you tonight," assured Nadia. "Is that okay with you, Randy?"

"Yeah, of course. Steph, you need to get to bed you look exhausted," replied Randy.

"I know, I know. I must look like hell after all this crying," exclaimed Stephanie, taking a Kleenex off the nightstand.

As she was leaving, she kissed John's forehead and tucked him in. Knowing that he would still be there in the morning, she whispered goodbye and left. She did not know that John could hear her but was still very much in a coma.

"Goodbye my love," he mumbled. As a tear dripped down from his eye and trickled down his cheek, he could only dream about one thing. The only thing he truly lived for, and the only thing he would truly die for, Stephanie McMahon. The love of his life, the mother of his child and his one true soul mate. Now all John could do was watch, watch from the clouds above. Watch Stephanie and wait for her to be with him. As he left this life, he promised himself two things. One, that someone would love Stephanie as much as he loved her. And two that he would wait for her for as long as he could.