A/N: Thanks for all of the reviews! lol. I say that every time. I need a new saying or something... he he he. I finally got you guys an e-mail! Woo hoo! lol. Trish has so many enemies it's hard to tell who it'll be. I guess you'll find out in this chapter... maybe. lol. Muahahahaha (insert evil hand gesture Steve Martin does from Cheaper by the Dozen and little jig).

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Randy arched his back, a feeling of relief as it popped several times. Yet it still hurt like hell. He had slept the wrong way. Trish had been there for two days now, her stomach feeling much better. The day before she was having trouble breathing and all of the poison wasn't out of her system. She threw up every time someone mentioned food or even if she had to go to the bathroom. Just looking at the bathroom made her sick. He stayed by her side day and night, though. He'd help her by holding her hair and rubbing her back or retrieving magazines and books she could read. He offered to help her bathe but of course the doctor said no. You had to either be married or direct family of the person.

"Morning, sleepyhead..." Trish said with a smile. Her face was back to normal and surprisingly, she had a cup of lime yellow in her hand with the spoon in the other. Randy smirked and sat next to her on the bed.

"I see we're eating now. Fell better?" He asked after he kissed her temple. Trish nodded and fed him a spoonful of the jello.

"The doctor said I can go home tomorrow. I won't be going back to work for another week so I can recover fully but I can always get someone else who has had a recent 'injury' that has kept them out of work to stay at home with me..." Trish had that old twinkle in her eye again. Randy swallowed the jello and nodded.

"I would love nothing more than to stay with you and help take care of you." Randy replied in a baby voice. Trish snorted and lay down. She had a book strewn across her lap. Randy looked at the title and smiled.

"The Sight? What's this about?" He asked curiously. Trish folded down the page and handed him the thick book.

"Ready the back, smart one." She retorted. Randy nodded as though he didn't know that and his eyes moved swiftly across the page.

"So it's about a wolf that has powers? And another wolf, Morgra, wants to get that power?" Randy asked, confused. Trish nodded.

"Exactly. I'm almost done. I have like twenty pages to go. I had Amy bring it over this morning along with this jello. The doctor said I'll be fine by eating it because it has so much water in it that it'll flush out my system even more. Just not by throwing up or anything gross like that." Trish rambled. Randy was hardly listening.

He wasn't sure but he thought he saw a tall flash of blonde hair with a pink shirt on go by. He wasn't sure though. Randy then thought he saw a shorter, brown haired woman go by. Was he imagining things? Then, his attention went back to Trish who was still talking about how she was going to be good as new in about a week.

"That's great, hun. I'm going to go get myself something to eat. I'll be right back, promise." Randy said. He kissed her gently on the lips before walking out of her room. He was in search for the two conniving divas he knew he had just seen.

"Where could they have gone?" Randy asked himself as he got into the empty elevator. He pressed the lobby button and thought of something. What if she did it? What if they poisoned Trish?

The blonde was on her cell phone once again in the woman's bathroom in the hospital. She leaned against the black granite that outlined the sinks and sighed. She picked at her red nails and rolled her eyes as the person on the other side said she almost got caught.

"We really need to think of something, and quick. She's almost out of the hospital." She replied.

"Yeah, whatever. Bye!" She retorted angrily. She slammed her cell phone shut and stuffed it back into her purse. She then walked out and looked both ways before scurrying over to the gift shop. She browsed around before finding some flowers. She gave an evil smirk and picked them up and buying them. Her phone rang again and she propped it between her shoulder and her neck.

"I just bought some flowers for her. Yep… there's going to be a surprise in here for Ms. Stratus…" The woman said quietly as she walked out of the gift shop and out of the sliding glass doors. Too bad she was seen by Amy and Chris who had just arrived at the hospital after a restless night of sleep.

Randy traveled back upstairs and into Trish's room. He sat on the bed with her as she read. Randy smiled at her before she folded the page she was on and looked at him.

"The doctor came in while you were gone. She said that I can leave later today. Isn't that great?" Trish exclaimed happily. Randy nodded and kissed her cheek.

"How do you feel?" He asked her. Trish smirked.

"I'm great. I haven't felt this good in a long time." She replied as she got up. She paced the room, a frown coming to her features.

"Who do you think did it?" She was about to say something else when a delivery man came to the door.

"Ms. Stratus? Delivery. Please sign here…" He handed her the paper and she signed it before taking the flowers. She sniffed them and sighed.

"They smell so good! I wonder who they're from…" She looked for a tag and finally found it under a bunch of leaves. She read it and her eyebrows furrowed.

"Surprise? Randy, what's this supposed to mean?" She asked quizzically.

"Trish! Don't smell the….flowers." Amy yelled as she entered the room. Seeing as she did, Amy sat her down.

"There was poison ivy in those flowers, Trish. See…" Amy pointed to a green flower with the red stem attached. Trish screamed and dropped the flowers immediately. Her nurse ran in to see what the matter was.

"Trish, sweetie, what's wrong?" She asked soothingly. Trish looked down at her hands. She held them out for the nurse to see and then began to cry.

"The…the flowers had po…poison ivy… in them…" She choked out. The nurse picked up the abandoned flowers.

"We'll test these for fingerprints in our lab. We'll just give you some cream for that. Ms. Porter says you can check yourself out at anytime. We'll see you soon for another examination." The nurse gave her a reassuring smile and walked out of the room.

"Who did this? Who wants to destroy my life? Who wants me to die?" Trish thought frantically as she grabbed her clothes from the bed. She undressed, not caring if anyone saw her naked form, and slipped into her regular clothes.

"I don't know Trish. It may have been anyone. Got any enemies?" Chris joked, trying to lighten the mood a bit.

"Shut up, Chris." Trish muttered quietly as she walked out of the room. The three followed her to the front desk where the receptionist was waiting with a tub of cream and her forms.

"Ms. Porter says to put this on twice a day until the rash goes away. It reduces the itching and swelling." The woman said. Trish nodded and signed her releases form. As they walked out towards the car, someone was watching them. She had on the speaker phone and sneered at the sight of Randy and Trish, their fingers laced.

"Are you serious?"

"Yeah, but we're not finished with her. She's out of the hospital, you know."

"Yep, I was there when she got out. I'm not letting those two out of my sight. Wait till they know what's in store for them next…"

The woman on the other phone gave a sadistic laugh and nodded.

"Yeah, can't wait for this one. They'll get what's coming to them." Dawn Marie said maliciously. The blonde woman nodded.

"Well, I'd better go follow them. I doubt they'll be going home. You're flying up, right?" Stacy Keibler asked. On the other side of the phone Dawn Marie sighed.

"Duh! Why would I not come to watch this catastrophe take place!" She exclaimed before hanging up. Stacy snickered and walked to her car and got in. She buckled up and began to follow the two couples to wherever they were going.

"You just wait, Stratus, you just wait." She murmured angrily.


A/N: Short, I know. But I was getting out of ideas for the hospital stuff. But the next chapters are going to be longer. Promise! Oh, and better than ever! Muahahahaha! lol. So anyway, please read and review!

Preview:

"Com'n baby, let's dance." Trish said seductively. Randy obliged quickly. They got onto the dance floor and Trish ground up on him before he spun her around and she noticed it wasn't Randy at all.

"H..Help me." She yelled. But no one seemed to hear her. It was like she was in a bubble. No one was paying attention to her. She was pulled out of the club and pushed into a wall, her head hitting it hard.