Chapter Eight
Vince McMahon rode in the ambulance with his only daughter to the hospital. The medical staff was reluctant to allow him to come along, but after seeing the look in his eyes, they immediately submitted to his will. Her pulse was abnormally low, and she was having some trouble breathing. Once the roaring ambulance reached the hospital, Stephanie was quickly taken to the emergency room.
After the situation was assessed, she was immediately admitted into the intensive care unit. Vince could barely look at his daughter. Sure, he had seen plenty of career threatening injuries before, but it was usually a broken bone. The fact that it was his daughter in the room, combined with the fact that she was hooked up to more machines he could count, really intensified the situation.
Just then, a doctor entered the room.
"You'll have to leave now, sir. It's after 9:00."
"What do you mean I have to leave? I'm her father, dammit!"
"The rules here are very strict. Intensive care patients aren't even supposed to have visitors at any hour of the day, but we wavered the rule due to the fact that you are family. However, it's after nine, and you have to leave now."
"That's bullshit!"
"Sir..."
"What's wrong with her!?"
"Well...."
"I said what's wrong with her!"
"We're not exactly sure yet. We just know that she's in bad shape, and if you don't leave right now, we may not have time to figure out exactly what's wrong."
"Does it have anything to do with the car wreck she was in earlier?"
"We don't know, sir, and you need to leave now."
Vince said nothing, simply walked out the door, his emotions ready to explode all over the place, as if they hadn't already. Why was this happening?
~*~
Meanwhile, Chris, sore from the beating
he had suffered at the hand of the Dudleys, was sleeping not so peacefully
in bed. He was not only physically beaten, but he was plagued by strange
nightmares.
All Chris knew was that he was falling, and he was falling fast, and he wasn't sure he wanted to know where to. He found himself tensing as he fell faster and faster. At once, he knew that he had reached his destination.
There was nothing there, but all of a sudden, he felt every bad memory slowly float back to him. It was painful, everything was painful. It was as if invisible walls were crushing him from all sides. Chris found himself curling into a little ball, as if to protect himself from all the physical and mental pain he was feeling.
All at once, he realized. "I'm in hell," he thought. But he was...cold. Cold. That couldn't be, what was happening.
The scene abruptly changed and he saw a vision of Vince McMahon. Chris was floating in the air, watching the scene unfold in front of him. Vince was...crying. Crying. Chris shuddered, what was, why was... what the hell was going on?
Someone enclosed in shadows walked into the scene. An angel. An angel of death.
"She's dead," the voice proclaimed.
"No," cried Vince and Chris at the same time.
The other two looked up at Chris.
"No," he said, more determined this time. "She's not dead. She wouldn't die."
Laughter echoed through the air, bouncing off of invisible walls and making its way back to Chris's ears.
"She's dead. There's nothing you
can do about it. She's gone."
This is NOT the end. I just want to clarify that, because when I showed this chapter to one of my friends to see what she thought, she thought the story was over. Well, I would say review, but this chapter was so pathetically short I'm not sure it deserves it, but I would appreciate all feedback, anyway. The next chapter should be up soon, now that I've gotten going again. Ta-ta for now!