Author's Notes: Thank you to my friend Cris who wants to cry now because of
what I did to Jeff. Also thanks to Lady Charlotte and Emmasj and I'm sorry
you're depressed and want to cry. I do too.
Shawn paced madly in the corridor of the waiting room in the hospital. He couldn't believe everything that had happened that night. First he had wanted to have a calm conversation with Jeff about what was going on and his feelings for him but it had escalated until their talk had become a yelling match. Shawn had been hurt before but not like this, it felt like his heart had been ripped out and stomped on. But he had also hurt Jeff, as Jeff retreated and hid his feelings for Shawn from everyone he hadn't managed to master one thing; his eyes were still the windows to the soul. In an unguarded moment if you happened to look into his eyes you could see him calling out for someone to save him. Save his life, save his soul, to save him from the corruption of the business. And they had tried oh how they had tried. Shawn sighed, they had failed Jeff, he was now lying in a hospital bed because they had failed him. The brunt of Shawn's anger had caused him to tumble roughly over that edge that he had been balanced so precariously on.
No one that saw that match could describe the horror they felt at the moment that they saw Jeff fall off the top of that cage. As he was falling no one really panicked figuring that like Mick Foley had done years before that Jeff would get to his feet and continue the match. As soon as that thought had completed itself in everyone's heads the sickening thud echoed through the arena. That crack, that disgusting and horrible sounding crack as Jeff's body hit the ground. Shawn stood feeling the bile rise up in his throat, he ran blindly towards the entrance of the ramp, tears blurring his vision. He passed several superstars who were all watching the monitors in horror with tears running down their faces.
When Shawn had reached Jeff several people and paramedics were already there checking on him. He knelt beside Jeff and gasped as he observed the young mans condition. His whole body was distorted at an odd angle. Shawn and the fans watched hopelessly as Jeff was loaded onto a stretcher and taken backstage. From there he went to Mersey Side Hospital. The rest of the show had been cancelled because no one really wanted to do anything else.
The rest of the Kliq had arrived at the hospital an hour after Shawn to find Shawn in a horrible mess. He looked ready to collapse into a nervous breakdown. They had brought Shannon Moore, Jeff's best friend and Shane Helms who was like a brother to him.
Kevin walked up to Shawn and stopped him from moving. "You need to sit down Shawn none of this is your fault." He tried to calm his nervous friend.
Shawn looked up at Kevin and the big man was startled. His friend had such a haunted look in his eyes at that very moment. "It is my fault; I never should have said the things I said. We have failed him Kevin. We failed our precious cub."
Wrapping his arms around Shawn Kevin sighed. "We did fail him Shawn. But remember with the lord there is always redemption. Jeff will be alright. All of us will help him on his road to recovery."
Billy and Jessi who were sitting on the floor leaning against a wall in each other's arms began praying silently. Sean watched them for a second before speaking. "Uh I hate to burst everyone's fucking bubble here but we don't even know if he's gonna be alright. The doctors have told us all jack shit since we got here."
Kevin growled. "Sean you know better than to talk like that when someone from the Kliq is upset. Shut the fuck up now."
"Yeah well it's about time someone spoke the truth Kev. We only protect each other from one thing it seems. Reality. And we all need a dose of it because none of you have even acknowledged the fact that Jeff may die or have some serious injuries." Sean stormed down the hall and through the doors. Glenn looked helplessly at everyone in the room before following him.
"He's right you know." Shawn's voice was so soft it was almost a whisper. "Jeff might be seriously hurt or worse dead. And it will be all my fault." He broke down into tears as his legs gave out beneath him and he slid to the floor.
Shawn paced madly in the corridor of the waiting room in the hospital. He couldn't believe everything that had happened that night. First he had wanted to have a calm conversation with Jeff about what was going on and his feelings for him but it had escalated until their talk had become a yelling match. Shawn had been hurt before but not like this, it felt like his heart had been ripped out and stomped on. But he had also hurt Jeff, as Jeff retreated and hid his feelings for Shawn from everyone he hadn't managed to master one thing; his eyes were still the windows to the soul. In an unguarded moment if you happened to look into his eyes you could see him calling out for someone to save him. Save his life, save his soul, to save him from the corruption of the business. And they had tried oh how they had tried. Shawn sighed, they had failed Jeff, he was now lying in a hospital bed because they had failed him. The brunt of Shawn's anger had caused him to tumble roughly over that edge that he had been balanced so precariously on.
No one that saw that match could describe the horror they felt at the moment that they saw Jeff fall off the top of that cage. As he was falling no one really panicked figuring that like Mick Foley had done years before that Jeff would get to his feet and continue the match. As soon as that thought had completed itself in everyone's heads the sickening thud echoed through the arena. That crack, that disgusting and horrible sounding crack as Jeff's body hit the ground. Shawn stood feeling the bile rise up in his throat, he ran blindly towards the entrance of the ramp, tears blurring his vision. He passed several superstars who were all watching the monitors in horror with tears running down their faces.
When Shawn had reached Jeff several people and paramedics were already there checking on him. He knelt beside Jeff and gasped as he observed the young mans condition. His whole body was distorted at an odd angle. Shawn and the fans watched hopelessly as Jeff was loaded onto a stretcher and taken backstage. From there he went to Mersey Side Hospital. The rest of the show had been cancelled because no one really wanted to do anything else.
The rest of the Kliq had arrived at the hospital an hour after Shawn to find Shawn in a horrible mess. He looked ready to collapse into a nervous breakdown. They had brought Shannon Moore, Jeff's best friend and Shane Helms who was like a brother to him.
Kevin walked up to Shawn and stopped him from moving. "You need to sit down Shawn none of this is your fault." He tried to calm his nervous friend.
Shawn looked up at Kevin and the big man was startled. His friend had such a haunted look in his eyes at that very moment. "It is my fault; I never should have said the things I said. We have failed him Kevin. We failed our precious cub."
Wrapping his arms around Shawn Kevin sighed. "We did fail him Shawn. But remember with the lord there is always redemption. Jeff will be alright. All of us will help him on his road to recovery."
Billy and Jessi who were sitting on the floor leaning against a wall in each other's arms began praying silently. Sean watched them for a second before speaking. "Uh I hate to burst everyone's fucking bubble here but we don't even know if he's gonna be alright. The doctors have told us all jack shit since we got here."
Kevin growled. "Sean you know better than to talk like that when someone from the Kliq is upset. Shut the fuck up now."
"Yeah well it's about time someone spoke the truth Kev. We only protect each other from one thing it seems. Reality. And we all need a dose of it because none of you have even acknowledged the fact that Jeff may die or have some serious injuries." Sean stormed down the hall and through the doors. Glenn looked helplessly at everyone in the room before following him.
"He's right you know." Shawn's voice was so soft it was almost a whisper. "Jeff might be seriously hurt or worse dead. And it will be all my fault." He broke down into tears as his legs gave out beneath him and he slid to the floor.