Part 2

Not long after Jay had told Trish about his back, the blonde woman had insisted he see a doctor immediately. He of course refused, stubborn man that he was. But when he awoke in the middle of the night, unable to sleep because of the terrible amount of pain he was in, she vehemently ordered him to see someone first thing in the morning. All the trainers had done earlier that evening was give him a pre-examination estimation of how serious it was, and more often than not, their guesses were not totally accurate.

"Trust me honey, you need to go," she told him that night. "The longer you wait to get this thing checked out, the worse off you'll end up."

Now, she stood just outside the room he had entered with a physician nearly a half hour ago, her cell phone in hand. She exhaled heavily, resting her back against the wall. Her eyes darted around a bit before settling on the clock across the room, her lips turning downward as she took note of the time. It seemed like Jay had been in with that doctor for an eternity. She leaned down slightly, raking a worried hand through her hair.

When she lifted her gaze, Trish breathed a sigh of relief as she saw a woman heading towards her. She pushed herself off the wall and approached her.

"Thank you so much for coming up here, Ames," she said, placing a hand on the shoulder of Amy Dumas. "We both appreciate it."

Amy shook her head, taking Trish's hand in her own.

"No need to thank me, Trish," she insisted. "I know first hand how scary this type of thing can be, for the injured person and for their significant other."

Despite the fact that Jay's injury was much more mild than her own, the redhead couldn't help but think back to when she had broken her neck. Those long, tedious hours she had to wait in the hospital before they even told her what was wrong had been some of the most terrifying in her life. Her heart went out to Trish, and especially to Jay.

Over the years, the two of them had formed a very unique relationship... she'd even go as far as to call him her best friend. Trish was one of her best friends, Chris was one of her best friends, but Jay was by far the best. They found that they had an incredible amount in common, and they had become like brother and sister. It worred her a great deal to think he could be hurt at all, no matter how serious.

"Speaking of significant others..." Trish murmured, half under her breath, as her gaze slipped past Amy.

Raising an eyebrow at the peculiar comment, Amy turned her back to Trish. Her eyes fell upon a tall, blonde figure, who was also headed their way. Hoping that he hadn't caught a glimpse of her looking at him, she glanced back at Trish, who wore a pensive gaze.

The blonde diva only hoped that Amy would not be mad at her for leaving the fact that he would be coming as well out of their conversation from earlier that morning.

"Hi, Adam," Trish spoke as he approached.

"Hey, Trish," Adam Copeland replied, before tentatively switching his gaze to the redhead. "Hi..."

Adam and Amy had become an item all the way back in 2001, right around the time Vince McMahon had purchased WCW. Things between them had gotten pretty serious, to the point where rumors began to circulate that Adam was going to propose. However, much to the surprise of practically everyone in the company, they split up in 2003, during Adam's recovery following his neck surgery. What was even more strange than their breakup was that neither of them gave so much as a word of an explanation as to why.

And now, nearly a year later, they stood side by side. They weren't hostile by any means - the breakup had at least been a mutual decision - but the close proximity with which they stood undoubtedly made things awkward.

Thankfully, before the thick silence surrounding them could become any heavier, the door opened from behind Trish. An elder, white male emerged, and Trish recognized him as the doctor Jay had been assigned. He gave the group a small nod before tucking the clipboard he held under his armpit, walking away from them.

Tilting her head in the direction of the door, Trish silently suggested they go inside. Adam jumped to the door, holding it open for the two ladies to enter before following them into the room.

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"So basically, I'm done," Jay told Adam, Amy, and Trish with a sigh. He placed his hands in his lap, glancing up at his friends from the examination table on which he sat.

All three of them frowned at his negative response, but Trish's was the deepest. Walking over to her boyfriend, she hopped up on the table and took a seat next to him. Studying his face closely, Trish placed a reassuring hand on his knee.

"Come on now," she said softly, "don't say that. You're not i done /i , Jay... you're just having a set back."

Shrugging his shoulders, Jay mumbled a reply, "I am for now."

"Don't think that way," Amy suggested from across the room, a look of deep concern in her hazel eyes. "Trust me, I know from experience that that type of mentality only makes matters worse."

Jay glanced over at her, nodding as he took her statement into consideration. He could recall more than one occasion during her neck injury where she called him crying, stressing over how she'd never be better. He didn't want to be that pessimistic, especially considering that his injury was nowhere near as serious as a broken neck. But frankly, the situation sucked, and he wasn't going to pretend to be accepting of it.

"You're probably right," he commented, looking her in the eye. "But it's not going to be good, Ames. I still have to be away from the ring, and I'm sure as hell not looking forward to spending the next six weeks alone."

"You don't have to do this alone, Jay," Adam spoke up. "You can't do this type of thing on your own. I learned that the hard way with my neck."

Though he didn't take notice of it, a hurt look crossed Amy's face. She knew that, even though he didn't come out and say it, Adam was indirectly referring to her. And whether it was intentional or not, his remark hit a nerve.

"He's right, babe," Trish agreed with a firm nod. "You won't have to do this alone. I'll be with you every step of the way, and so will Amy and Adam... right guys?"

The pair nodded simulatenously, both offering encourage smiles to their distressed friend. Jay forced a smile for their behalf, though he couldn't bring himself to mean it.

Their conversation fell into silence, only to be interrupted by Adam's cell phone ringing a few minutes later. He stepped out in the hallway to take the call, leaving the other three in the room. Amy figured the couple might have wanted a minute or two alone, so she excused herself from the room as well, deciding to hunt down a soda machine. Once she was gone, Trish turned her attention back to Jay, studying his profile intently.

"Are you okay?" she asked, her voice laced with concern.

Placing his arm around her waist, Jay bit back a pained grimace, forcing another smile to the surface. He couldn't let her see how much he was hurting.

"I guess I'll be fine..."