Much shorter but hey I have no choice:

I opened my eyes and saw everything was really blurry. And t he room smelled horrible. I wonder where I am? Wherever it is it's really soft.

I tried to make my eyes focus on the room but wasn't having much luck. I could make out Mr....Scott standing in front of me with someone who looked somewhat familiar. My blurry eyes made it hard to tell who it was. "Where's dad?" I asked. I was met with silence at first.

"Scotty why is she asking for her dad?" A gravely voice asked. His voice was even rougher then Steve Austin's.

"She got hit in the head Mike. She's delusional."

"Since when do head injuries make people delusional? Even after I was knocked out for twenty minutes I wasn't delusional. Scotty what's going on?"

"It's just a head injury Mike. Forget about it."

I think I may have said the wrong thing in front of the wrong person. I have no idea where I am much less there are wrong people in the room.

"I want the truth Scott. Why is she asking for her dad? And don't tell me it's because he's alive because it sure sounds like it."

Smart guy whoever he is. I thought though I hope it's not one of Vince's group.

"That's right Michael." Uncle Bret said with a sigh. I guess he gave up on keeping up the charade.

"Holy shit." I heard someone sink into a chair. "I never expected to find this out when I decided to tag along with you Scotty."

"Athena I'd like you to meet one of my best friends, Michael Manna. He is a former WCW champ and does commentary on Nitro under the name of Stevie Richards. He also is too smart for his own good."

That's why he looked familiar! I remember seeing him on TV while watching the Nitro where Shane had returned.

"I don't really know Owen but I'm going to testify to make sure they don't try to pin any of this on Louie. He's not..."

"He's dead Mike. Sorry."

I heard an intake of breath. "Then they were try to pin some of it on him. He wouldn't have done that Scott!"

"I know that Mike and so does Eddy."

They must be talking about Louie Spicolli. I remember his name from when Eddy was explaining his Kliq theory.

"How are you feeling Athena?" Mom asked me as she walked up to the bed.

"My head and face hurt." I said reaching up to touch my forehead and found a bandage. "What happened and where am I?"

"You are in the hospital." Uncle Bret explained. "You had been attacked in the bathroom by Joanie Waltman at the courthouse."

I didn't remember that. I remember being at the courthouse. If this had been a couple of weeks ago, I'd expect mom to say I told you so. I don't think she will. Well at least I hope she doesn't!

"Miss Hart?" A voice asked from the doorway. I looked and saw a doctor. "My name is Dr. Adam York. I'm the doctor who examined you in the ER." He quickly explained. "I'm glad to see you are awake. How are you feeling?"

"My head and face hurt." I answered following his finger as he instructed.

"Well you have a mild concussion. We were able to remove the glass fragments from your face. Luckily none got in your eyes. I'd like to keep you overnight for observation and then you are to take it easy for a couple more days. I'll have a nurse bring you some pain medication in a few minutes." He left the room.

That's a relief, I guess. He wasn't much of a people person that wasn't for sure.

"Hi." A tentative voice said from the doorway. I looked up and saw Cam standing there. He walked slowly into the room. "Can I talk to Athena in private?"

"Who are you?" Mom asked turning around and eyed him warily.

"Cameron Hickenbottom."

"No." Mom said turning back to me. Mom's reaction was expected. She didn't know Cam and she heard his last name.

"I just want to talk to her is all." Cam said looking at me pleadingly.

I looked at Uncle Bret who sighed. "Let's get some coffee Martha." He said. "But Alex stays here." He said looking over at Alex who was sitting next to the door.

Everyone left the room except Alex and Cam. Mom was reluctant to leave the room. Uncle Bret sort of led her out.

"I can't believe this has been happening to you and Danny! First he's almost shot and then you are beaten up in a bathroom. I just can't believe it." He said shaking his head. "You met my dad so you know he's a nice guy." My heart really went out to him. He was in such denial over all of this. But Danny had already told me that he was. I'm kind of surprised Danny hasn't dropped by yet. I don't know what time it was or if it was the same day. No one has told me how long I was out. I wonder if this is how dad felt.

"Cam what Danny told you is the truth. He was there when they were planning to kill Danny. I heard them." I said not completely sure how Cam will take this.

"How do you know he wasn't just going along? Kevin Nash had the gun right? From what I've heard dad and Sean Waltman just stood there."

He was in such denial it hurt. How could someone be so blind to the situation? I guess I would be the same way if the roles were reversed. Who wouldn't? "Cam your dad did do it."

He sat down in the chair. "I heard the tape of Brian Pillman. I don't know how much more of this I can take. I mean Danny's dad and Steve Austin suddenly are back from the dead saying Vince McMahon had tried to kill them. And now everyone is pointing fingers at my dad saying that he killed Brian Pillman, and tried to kill Danny. It's all lies Athena."

He had no idea what his dad tried to do to Shane McMahon but I wasn't going to tell him for several reasons. The biggest reason being I know he wouldn't believe me. He won't believe he killed Pillman and tried to kill Danny. How can I expect him to believe his dad manipulated Vince into almost killing his own son? He'll hear it at the trial tomorrow. I believe that's when Shane is testifying.

"Joanie Waltman really attacked you?" Cam asked bringing my attention back to him.

"Yeah." I wish I had a mirror so I could look at my face, which felt like it was on fire. Then again maybe I don't want to see it. I bet it's not pretty. I thought absently reaching up to touch my face.

Cam shook his head. "Chris Benoit ruined my family." I had to bite back saying and your dad ruined his but I knew that would be the wrong thing to say. I wonder what it would take him to realize his dad isn't the saint he thinks he is. Then again maybe I don't want to know.