"NO ROXY CAN'T BE DEAD, SHE JUST CAN'T!" Randy screamed.

"Roxy isn't dead. However, we don't think the baby has survived. Once Roxy wakes up, we will do a ultrasound scan of her stomach just to check but I'm afraid there is only a 20 percentchance of success with the baby's life." The doctor frowned.

"What...what about Roxy?" Randy asked nervously, not quite sure if he wanted to hear the answer.

"Roxanna, well, she lost about 5 pints of blood. We are in the process of giving her blood transfusions to help her with the loss."

"Will...will she live?"

"Yes there is a good chance she will make a full recovery. At the moment, she is on extremely strong painkillers that will keep her sleeping through tonight and possibly all through tomorrow if needed."

"When will she be able to go home?" Randy asked, sounding a little more positive.

"It depends on whether the baby pulls through and how well her body copes."

"Can I see her?" Randy quizzed.

"Yes, of course, I'll get a nurse to come and see you in a few minutes.

"Thank you." Randy and Shawn said in unison, before shaking the doctors hand.

A sense of relief flushed over Randy and he felt slightly more optimistic.

"You can now come and see your girlfriend." The Nurse told Randy.

"Ok, thank you."

"Ok, Randy I'd better be going home. Here's my number if you need anything."

"Thank you so much Shawn."

"For what?"

"Helping me through this nightmare."

"Hey, what are friends for?" Shawn asked, hugging Randy "Listen, give my love to Roxy yeah?"

"I will." Randy said as he got taken to see his lover.

"Before entering her room, please can you put this on?" The Nurse asked Randy as he put on the green jacket, cap, mask and shoe coverings.

The Nurse led Randy to Roxanna's hospital room. Randy didn't know how to act or what to say, he had never been in a situation like this before.

"Here you go, press the buzzer if either of you need anything."

"Thank you Nurse." Randy said as he slowly opened the door.

Randy crept into the dimly lit room. It took a few moments for his eyes to adjust to the dark but after they did, he walked over to the bed in which Roxy lay on. Instead of looking white, she looked grey. Her arm with the blood transfuse was resting at the side of her body while her left arm was laid on her tummy. Randy longed for her to open her glistening blue eyes and for the whole nightmare to be just over. He wished it was him lying in the bed rather than her and he longed to know the truth of what happened that night.

"What the hell happened Rox?" Randy whispered as her twisted tiny strands of her long brown hair around his fingers, something which he adored doing. He caressed her hand and kissed it carefully, without making a sound. He looked at how angelic she looked and thought about how she could be a stubborn bitch at times. Yet, he loved it, he loved her just the way she was and he was pretty sure she felt the same way about him.

Randy sat and thought about all the shit they had taken from people just for being an item. From her Father Eric Bishoff, to Triple H and even Trish Stratus. Yep they were the people that Randy suspected doing this to his defenceless pregnant girlfriend.

'Would any of them do that?' Randy thought to himself. He wasn't sure about any of them. All he knew was that when Roxy explained to him what happened, there would be serious hell to pay that's for sure.