TITLE: Truths and Lies.
AUTHOR: Cathie McMath.
EMAIL: penrithpanther_03@yahoo.com.au
RATING: PG-13..
CONTENT: Slight swearing, and the usual WWE violence.
SUMMARY: An unfortunate accident causes the lives of a few WWE superstars to turn upside down. Jeff, Lita, Jericho, and more.
DISCLAIMER: I do not own anyone or anything related to the WWE. Vince McMahon has that honour, and I am extremely jealous.
DISTRIBUTION: Just email me first and let me know if you want it.
FEEDBACK: As usual - I love it! The more reviews there are, the merrier I am! hehe. Please, read and review! It'll make me very happy!
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The grey-haired doctor walked down the hospital halls, clutching his clipboard close to his chest. He yawned slightly as he turned a corner, making his way to the waiting room. It had been a long shift for him, full of emergencies and difficult patients. He couldn't wait to clock off for the night, go home and sleep. But before he could do that, there was one more thing he had to do. And unfortunately it was one of the more unpleasant parts of his job.
He entered the waiting room, and surveyed the people around him. A middle aged woman, carrying a young child in her arms sat on a chair. Her eyes were red, and swollen, and her breaths were laboured and deep. In the other corner of the room, a young man sat with an older man - perhaps his father? They were holding hands tightly, and the younger man kept his eyes firmly focused on the floor. The doctor sighed. He hated visiting the waiting room. It was always full of people who felt nothing but anxious worry, waiting to hear about their loved ones who obviously were in trouble, one way or the other... Yes, visiting the waiting room was the low point to his day.
His eyes kept scanning the crowded room, until his gaze fell upon two young men, sitting next to each other. They certainly stood out from the rest of the crowd. One sat, wearing red, sparkly tights with a matching button up shirt. His long, blonde hair sat on his shoulders, the ends tipped with red, matching his outfit.
The other man, sitting beside him, was dressed even more oddly. Blue body paint coated his left arm and shoulder and the same blue colour was splattered on his forehead. His hair was dyed a bright red and purple colour, and it hung limply in front of his eyes. The young man was dressed only in a white singlet, and black pants.
The doctor glanced at his clipboard, and pushed his glasses up his nose as they slipped down slowly. These looked like the two he was looking for. He walked up to them slowly, watching as they talked with each other, each one's facial expressions telling him that they were both extremely upset and worried. He rubbed his forehead as he approached them. They certainly had good reason to be.
"Mr Hardy and Mr Jericho?"
Jeff immediatly looked up at the man in front of him, and stood up quickly. "I'm Jeff Hardy.." He pointed to Chris, who sat beside him. ".. this is Chris Jericho." Chris stood from his seat as well, and they both shook the doctors hand.
"My name is Charles Hart. I'm the doctor who has been looking after your friend Lita for the past few hours."
Jericho spoke softly. "How is she? Is she okay?"
Dr Hart ran a hand through his grey hair, then held his clipboard close to his chest again. He cleared his throat before he spoke. "At the moment, Lita's condition is stabilised. I understand that the last time you saw her she was unconcious?"
Jeff nodded. "Yes, she was. That was back at the arena though..."
"Yes, well, she woke up shortly after arriving here. She's stayed concious since then."
"Thank God." Chris whispered, letting out a breath. Then he drew another in, and bit his lip. "Are there any serious injuries?"
Jeff swallowed hard as he waited for Dr Hart to reply. While he was extremely worried about Lita, and desperate to find out if she was okay, on some level he didn't want to hear the doctor's answer - in case it wasn't what he wanted to hear.
Dr Hart looked at the two men steadily for a while, pausing. Then he motioned down the hall, pointing towards a door with his hand. "Why don't we go into another room to talk?" He turned and began walking down the hospital hallway, towards the door he motioned to.
Jeff and Chris turned quickly to look at each other. Neither said a word, just exchanging glances that held so much emotion in them. Jericho gripped Jeff's shoulder firmly as they followed Dr Hart into the small room.
They were lead into a small room, it's walls bare in an off-white colour. There was a small table, and a couch and armchairs surrounding it. Dr Hart sat on an armchair, and gestured for Chris and Jeff to sit on the couch beside him. With their hearts pounding in their chests, both men sat down quietly.
"What's wrong? Is Lita okay?" Jeff asked worridly, the anxiety and fear apparant in his voice.
The older man breathed out loudly, and placed his clipboard on the small table beside them. "Gentleman, Lita suffered a very traumatic head injury. I only heard the information that the paramedics gave me, and from what I understand, she hit the back of her head on some steel steps. Is that correct?"
Both Jeff and Chris nodded quickly, wanting the doctor to just answer their question about the redhead's condition.
"When she was brought here, we had to perform a CAT scan to make sure that there was no damage to her neck or spine, as we feared that due to the way that she fell, it was possible for her spine to be injured as well." Dr Hart removed his glasses, and rubbed his eyes. He was feeling the effects of a long, busy night. "Thankfully, the scan revealed that her neck and spine were fine.. no damage had been done to them at all."
Jeff felt the queasy feeling in the pit of his stomach settle as he heard the words the doctor spoke. No spinal damage.. thank God. "Go on, Doctor."
"We also performed a neurological exam after that, basically to look for the basic things, like talking, if Lita experienced any headaches.. anything that might have been affected. Cranial nerve damage was a big worry for us, but Lita passed those tests. She was able to move her tongue side to side, up and down, and also followed a pointer with her eyes fine. We were highly pleased to see that activity was functioning as normal."
Jericho listened intently as the doctor gave them information, even though he was itching inside just to hear how Lita was doing. He couldn't help but feel that the doctor was leading up to something, and it didn't feel good.
"The neurological exam revealed that Lita was experiencing a few headaches, which is, of course, to be expected after such a traumatic head injury. We're fairly certain that these headaches will disappear, but they may be present over the next week or so."
Reaching up to run a hand through his hair, Jeff frowned slightly. "Doctor Hart, I'm sorry if I seem rude, but I'd really like to see Lita now. I don't need to know every test you put her through, and what all her reactions to them were. All I need to know is if she's okay, and if I can go see her now."
Dr Hart nodded. "Yes, Mr Hardy, I understand. But I am trying to give both of you a better understanding of what Lita's injuries are, and what we've done to try and help her. I know you both must be very worried, so I'll get to the point." He took in a breath before continuing. "Due to the viciousness of the injury, and the position of where Lita's head was impacted - it seems she's... disoriented to time."
Chris's brow furrowed. "I'm sorry doc, I don't understand. Disoriented to time? What does that mean?"
"She can't remember alot about the injury and how it occured. It's all fairly blurry to her--"
"I've had that happen to me before." Jeff stated quickly. "I've taken a number of head shots, and that's happened to me before. You know, not being able to remember what happened, or how it happened.. but that goes away after a while. Your head clears up, and your fine."
Dr Hart shook his head slowly. "I'm afraid, Mr Hardy, that this isn't the same. Her memories about the incident may reappear, as your put it, once her head clears up. But there is some other damage that has been done. Not long ago, a nurse was asking Lita some basic questions about her personal life, and Lita found it quite difficult to answer most of them."
Jeff felt his heart drop to his stomach. He shook the feeling away and stood up from the couch. "That's pretty normal though, right? I mean, she just fell on her head for God's sake! She's going to be a bit out of it, isn't she?" He looked steadily at Dr Hart. "I want to see her."
Sighing, Dr Hart stood up to Jeff. "Mr Hardy, I understand that you want Lita to be fine.. but unfortunately I don't think she is." Dr Hart felt his body tremble under the look Jeff shot him, and quickly spoke again. "Her memory problems may disappear over time.. but we really can't say much at this early stage. We'll be conducting another CAT scan in 24 hours, and if needed after that, an MRI."
Chris stood up next to Jeff as he saw the Hardy start to shake. Jeff growled at the doctor, his patience slipping away. "I don't CARE about these tests! I don't CARE! I just want to see Lita!"
"Calm down, Jeff. This isn't helping." Jericho whispered in Jeff's ear, desperately trying to get him to calm himself.
Dr Hart didn't back down, for he was used to patient's families getting angry and even agressive towards him. They usually did after he gave them bad news about their loved ones. "Mr Hardy, Lita is resting at the moment. You can see her later on tonight, or tomorrow morning. At the moment, she needs her sleep."
Dr Hart made his way to the door, and stopped before exiting into the hallway. He turned back to the two men. Jeff had collapsed onto Chris, and was clutching onto his shirt tightly, his face buried in his shoulder. It was obvious from his shaking form that Jeff was crying, and Dr Hart was sure that he saw tears welling into the eyes of Chris Jericho. He sighed as spoke, before walking out the door.
"If you have any futher questions, just come see me."
AUTHOR: Cathie McMath.
EMAIL: penrithpanther_03@yahoo.com.au
RATING: PG-13..
CONTENT: Slight swearing, and the usual WWE violence.
SUMMARY: An unfortunate accident causes the lives of a few WWE superstars to turn upside down. Jeff, Lita, Jericho, and more.
DISCLAIMER: I do not own anyone or anything related to the WWE. Vince McMahon has that honour, and I am extremely jealous.
DISTRIBUTION: Just email me first and let me know if you want it.
FEEDBACK: As usual - I love it! The more reviews there are, the merrier I am! hehe. Please, read and review! It'll make me very happy!
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The grey-haired doctor walked down the hospital halls, clutching his clipboard close to his chest. He yawned slightly as he turned a corner, making his way to the waiting room. It had been a long shift for him, full of emergencies and difficult patients. He couldn't wait to clock off for the night, go home and sleep. But before he could do that, there was one more thing he had to do. And unfortunately it was one of the more unpleasant parts of his job.
He entered the waiting room, and surveyed the people around him. A middle aged woman, carrying a young child in her arms sat on a chair. Her eyes were red, and swollen, and her breaths were laboured and deep. In the other corner of the room, a young man sat with an older man - perhaps his father? They were holding hands tightly, and the younger man kept his eyes firmly focused on the floor. The doctor sighed. He hated visiting the waiting room. It was always full of people who felt nothing but anxious worry, waiting to hear about their loved ones who obviously were in trouble, one way or the other... Yes, visiting the waiting room was the low point to his day.
His eyes kept scanning the crowded room, until his gaze fell upon two young men, sitting next to each other. They certainly stood out from the rest of the crowd. One sat, wearing red, sparkly tights with a matching button up shirt. His long, blonde hair sat on his shoulders, the ends tipped with red, matching his outfit.
The other man, sitting beside him, was dressed even more oddly. Blue body paint coated his left arm and shoulder and the same blue colour was splattered on his forehead. His hair was dyed a bright red and purple colour, and it hung limply in front of his eyes. The young man was dressed only in a white singlet, and black pants.
The doctor glanced at his clipboard, and pushed his glasses up his nose as they slipped down slowly. These looked like the two he was looking for. He walked up to them slowly, watching as they talked with each other, each one's facial expressions telling him that they were both extremely upset and worried. He rubbed his forehead as he approached them. They certainly had good reason to be.
"Mr Hardy and Mr Jericho?"
Jeff immediatly looked up at the man in front of him, and stood up quickly. "I'm Jeff Hardy.." He pointed to Chris, who sat beside him. ".. this is Chris Jericho." Chris stood from his seat as well, and they both shook the doctors hand.
"My name is Charles Hart. I'm the doctor who has been looking after your friend Lita for the past few hours."
Jericho spoke softly. "How is she? Is she okay?"
Dr Hart ran a hand through his grey hair, then held his clipboard close to his chest again. He cleared his throat before he spoke. "At the moment, Lita's condition is stabilised. I understand that the last time you saw her she was unconcious?"
Jeff nodded. "Yes, she was. That was back at the arena though..."
"Yes, well, she woke up shortly after arriving here. She's stayed concious since then."
"Thank God." Chris whispered, letting out a breath. Then he drew another in, and bit his lip. "Are there any serious injuries?"
Jeff swallowed hard as he waited for Dr Hart to reply. While he was extremely worried about Lita, and desperate to find out if she was okay, on some level he didn't want to hear the doctor's answer - in case it wasn't what he wanted to hear.
Dr Hart looked at the two men steadily for a while, pausing. Then he motioned down the hall, pointing towards a door with his hand. "Why don't we go into another room to talk?" He turned and began walking down the hospital hallway, towards the door he motioned to.
Jeff and Chris turned quickly to look at each other. Neither said a word, just exchanging glances that held so much emotion in them. Jericho gripped Jeff's shoulder firmly as they followed Dr Hart into the small room.
They were lead into a small room, it's walls bare in an off-white colour. There was a small table, and a couch and armchairs surrounding it. Dr Hart sat on an armchair, and gestured for Chris and Jeff to sit on the couch beside him. With their hearts pounding in their chests, both men sat down quietly.
"What's wrong? Is Lita okay?" Jeff asked worridly, the anxiety and fear apparant in his voice.
The older man breathed out loudly, and placed his clipboard on the small table beside them. "Gentleman, Lita suffered a very traumatic head injury. I only heard the information that the paramedics gave me, and from what I understand, she hit the back of her head on some steel steps. Is that correct?"
Both Jeff and Chris nodded quickly, wanting the doctor to just answer their question about the redhead's condition.
"When she was brought here, we had to perform a CAT scan to make sure that there was no damage to her neck or spine, as we feared that due to the way that she fell, it was possible for her spine to be injured as well." Dr Hart removed his glasses, and rubbed his eyes. He was feeling the effects of a long, busy night. "Thankfully, the scan revealed that her neck and spine were fine.. no damage had been done to them at all."
Jeff felt the queasy feeling in the pit of his stomach settle as he heard the words the doctor spoke. No spinal damage.. thank God. "Go on, Doctor."
"We also performed a neurological exam after that, basically to look for the basic things, like talking, if Lita experienced any headaches.. anything that might have been affected. Cranial nerve damage was a big worry for us, but Lita passed those tests. She was able to move her tongue side to side, up and down, and also followed a pointer with her eyes fine. We were highly pleased to see that activity was functioning as normal."
Jericho listened intently as the doctor gave them information, even though he was itching inside just to hear how Lita was doing. He couldn't help but feel that the doctor was leading up to something, and it didn't feel good.
"The neurological exam revealed that Lita was experiencing a few headaches, which is, of course, to be expected after such a traumatic head injury. We're fairly certain that these headaches will disappear, but they may be present over the next week or so."
Reaching up to run a hand through his hair, Jeff frowned slightly. "Doctor Hart, I'm sorry if I seem rude, but I'd really like to see Lita now. I don't need to know every test you put her through, and what all her reactions to them were. All I need to know is if she's okay, and if I can go see her now."
Dr Hart nodded. "Yes, Mr Hardy, I understand. But I am trying to give both of you a better understanding of what Lita's injuries are, and what we've done to try and help her. I know you both must be very worried, so I'll get to the point." He took in a breath before continuing. "Due to the viciousness of the injury, and the position of where Lita's head was impacted - it seems she's... disoriented to time."
Chris's brow furrowed. "I'm sorry doc, I don't understand. Disoriented to time? What does that mean?"
"She can't remember alot about the injury and how it occured. It's all fairly blurry to her--"
"I've had that happen to me before." Jeff stated quickly. "I've taken a number of head shots, and that's happened to me before. You know, not being able to remember what happened, or how it happened.. but that goes away after a while. Your head clears up, and your fine."
Dr Hart shook his head slowly. "I'm afraid, Mr Hardy, that this isn't the same. Her memories about the incident may reappear, as your put it, once her head clears up. But there is some other damage that has been done. Not long ago, a nurse was asking Lita some basic questions about her personal life, and Lita found it quite difficult to answer most of them."
Jeff felt his heart drop to his stomach. He shook the feeling away and stood up from the couch. "That's pretty normal though, right? I mean, she just fell on her head for God's sake! She's going to be a bit out of it, isn't she?" He looked steadily at Dr Hart. "I want to see her."
Sighing, Dr Hart stood up to Jeff. "Mr Hardy, I understand that you want Lita to be fine.. but unfortunately I don't think she is." Dr Hart felt his body tremble under the look Jeff shot him, and quickly spoke again. "Her memory problems may disappear over time.. but we really can't say much at this early stage. We'll be conducting another CAT scan in 24 hours, and if needed after that, an MRI."
Chris stood up next to Jeff as he saw the Hardy start to shake. Jeff growled at the doctor, his patience slipping away. "I don't CARE about these tests! I don't CARE! I just want to see Lita!"
"Calm down, Jeff. This isn't helping." Jericho whispered in Jeff's ear, desperately trying to get him to calm himself.
Dr Hart didn't back down, for he was used to patient's families getting angry and even agressive towards him. They usually did after he gave them bad news about their loved ones. "Mr Hardy, Lita is resting at the moment. You can see her later on tonight, or tomorrow morning. At the moment, she needs her sleep."
Dr Hart made his way to the door, and stopped before exiting into the hallway. He turned back to the two men. Jeff had collapsed onto Chris, and was clutching onto his shirt tightly, his face buried in his shoulder. It was obvious from his shaking form that Jeff was crying, and Dr Hart was sure that he saw tears welling into the eyes of Chris Jericho. He sighed as spoke, before walking out the door.
"If you have any futher questions, just come see me."