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: Still loving it all!
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This was hell. Waiting around here in the hotel, with nothing to do... it was pure, and utter hell.
Laying down on his bed, staring up at the ceiling, Jeff Hardy fought back the tears. He hated having to sit here in his hotel room and wait until he was allowed to be with Lita. He had to sit here and wait until the doctors told him it was okay to be with his best friend. It was tearing him apart.
And the worst thing was, that even when he was allowed to see her again, she wouldn't even know who he was.
Jeff rolled over onto his side, blinking away the tears that appeared in his eyes. It had been a nightmare. Since that night on RAW, it had just been one, long, horrible nightmare. From worrying about Lita's injury, to discovering that she had a form of amnesia... it was almost too much for the youngest Hardy brother to bear. He figured that the only reason he had stayed sane was thanks to Chris Jericho.
Jericho, who was in another room down the hall, had been Jeff's rock during the ordeal. He himself must've been dying inside, worried about Lita and her condition, but yet he still found the strength inside himself to help Jeff through it. To talk to him about it, to stay there with him when Jeff needed it, and sometimes just to give him a hug and let him cry on his shoulder. If it hadn't of been for Jericho, Jeff was sure that he would have gone crazy by now.
Waking up in that hospital and realising that Lita had no memory of him what-so-ever.. that was one the hardest things Jeff had ever gone through in his entire life. Even the pain of falling through four tables didn't come close to the pain he felt as Lita looked at him in confusion, asking who he was.
He remembered looking over to where Chris stood, then blonde canadian near tears himself, and then looking back the redhead. She apologised for not knowing - but the apology itself almost broke Jeff's heart. She was being so polite. So distant. As if she was talking to a stranger. And Jeff realised that in Lita's mind, she was talking to a stranger.
It had been hard, leaving that hospital. The doctors said that it would be much too stressful and traumatic on her if they had stayed. She was already so confused and mixed up.. having them there wouldn't have helped had at all. So Jericho and Jeff left, leaving Lita questioning who they were. And now they were back at the hotel, waiting until they were allowed to see her again.
And although Jeff was looking forward to being able to see her, he wasn't sure if he really wanted to. Seeing that look of utter bewilderment and confusion in her hazel eyes just tore him apart. He wasn't sure if he could stand seeing it again...
His thoughts were interrupted by a knock at the door. Jeff got out of bed, expecting to see Chris standing at the door. As he opened the door, he was in for another surprise that night, as he was greeted by Chief Morley standing in front of him.
"Good evening, Jeff."
Sighing heavily, Jeff stared at Morley. "There's nothing good about tonight. What do you want, Morley?"
Chief Morley stood at the door, taking in the young man's features. His eyes were red, swollen and bloodshot, his red and purple hair hung limply in his face, and his entire body just seemed to be without any energy or vitality. The boy looked like he'd been through the wars.
"I want to ask you about Lita."
Immediately, Jeff was alert. He rose one eyebrow questioningly at the older man in front of him. "What do you want to know?"
Sean Morley scratched his head, worried that the Hardy wouldn't open up - though he didn't really blame him. "I want to know how she is. Is she okay? I've been to the hospital, but I didn't get to see her of course..."
"Yeah, me and Jericho got told to leave." Jeff studied Morley closely, and couldn't see any reason that he would be that his door, asking him about Lita, other than the fact that he was worried about her. Dropping his shoulders and sighing, Jeff stepped aside to allow Morley into the hotel bedroom, shutting the door behind him. "Does Mr Bischoff know you're here?"
Morley stood in the middle of the room, facing Jeff. "He sent me over, actually."
Jeff scoffed. "Wants to know how soon Lita can be back in the ring?" The younger man made his way back to his bed, and collapsed back onto it.
"No, not at all. Mr Bischoff is extremely concerned about Lita's condition, and wanted to know how she was doing." Morley stood beside the bed, looking down on Jeff. "He also wants to know how you're doing."
"I don't think how I'm doing is important right now." Jeff answered, reaching up and rubbing his eyes. He was tired as hell, but his body just didn't want to sleep. "Lita's the one in hospital with her memory gone..."
Sean paused, unable to think of what to say. After a while of silence, he spoke up again. "How was she when you saw her?"
Jeff stared up at the ceiling, taking in a deep breath. "You mean besides the fact that she doesn't know who me or Jericho are?" He looked over at the man standing beside his bed and had to bite his lip to keep from crying in front of him. "Besides that.. she's doing okay."
Morley froze in shock. Lita didn't even remember two of her closest friends? He knew from what the doctor had told him that her condition was fairly serious, but he never would've thought that it was so serious that she had forgotten who Jeff Hardy and Chris Jericho were. He knew that the three of them were quite close - they were always around each other at shows, constantly playing around and laughing. He'd always been kind of jealous of the relationship the trio shared.
Looking down on Jeff, who lay sprawled on his bed, Morley began to feel guilty for coming in here to pry information out of the boy. Obviously, he was going through a hard time. He was upset, tired and emotionally drained. It was almost wrong to be asking him anything during a time like this.
"I - uh - I'm sorry to hear that."
"Yeah, well.. I don't know. The doctor thinks that it's only temporary. That her mind is 'disoriented', but it will heal itself. It just needs some time, and probably some little pushes along the way.
Morley looked over his shoulder at the door. He knew that Mr Bischoff wanted more information about Lita and her state of mind, but he honestly felt bad about talking to the boy with the state of mind he was in. He decided it was probably better to leave than to keep pushing.
"I --"
"You know, it's funny that you came by. I wouldn't pick either you or Bischoff as the concerned type."
Sean nodded. "Yeah, I guess sometimes we give off a 'bad' kind of vibe. But we in the Bischoff Administration do really care about the talent under our supervision."
Jeff closed his eyes, breathing evenly. "I'm kind of glad that you dropped by."
"You are?"
"Yeah... I haven't really talked to anyone about what I'm thinking or feeling." Jeff sat up, able to talk to Morley face to face. "I've had Jericho with me, obviously. But he's upset himself, and I just felt like I was dumping all of my grief onto him as well, plus what he's already feeling."
Morley cleared his throat. "What about your brother, Matt? Have you talked to him? Or any of your other friends?"
Jeff shook his head slightly, frowning. "Matt knows what's going on. I rang him from the hospital. But you know Matt. He's got a match for the Cruiserweight Championship on Smackdown. He can't take leave from that to come over here."
Grabbing a free chair from across the room, Morley sat down next to the bed. "That's a bit cruel, isn't it?"
"Matt's always been that way, though. Wrestling is all he can think about. It's always his top priority. He cares about Lita but.. he knows she's okay. And that's enough for him." There was a pause as both men thought of what to say next. Jeff absentmindedly reached down and played with his socks as he spoke. "We're waiting for the doctors to let us see her again."
"Yeah?"
"Yeah. But - I'm scared." He looked up at Morley, his eyes glistening. "I don't know if I can be in the same room with her, knowing that she has absolutely no idea who I am, or what we've been through together. How can I look into her eyes, knowing that she's feeling like she's looking into mine for the very first time?"
Chief Morley stared at Jeff as he wiped at his eyes, his breathing turning erratic and shallow. He frowned slightly as he watched the young man suddenly fall apart, and cry. He was watching him, and feeling like he didn't belong. Like he was intruding. He knew that Eric would be disappointed that he didn't get all the information he was after, but there was no way he could sit in that room for any longer, pretending that he was there because Mr Bischoff cared.
He got up from his chair, and looked down at Jeff. "I'm, um, I have to be leaving now. If you, or Jericho, or anyone need anything..."
Jeff nodded, his tears still streaming down his face. "Thanks."
Morley nodded slightly as he made his way to the door, and shut it behind him. Walking down the hotel corridor, down towards the lobby, he shook his head as he tried to clear himself from the sympathy he was feeling towards the boy. He was only talking to him to get information for Mr Bischoff. Information about Lita's injury that they could use to their advantage...
As he walked out of the hotel and made his way to his car, Chief Morley realised he didn't particularly want to hear what Mr Bischoff had planned.
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: Still loving it all!
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This was hell. Waiting around here in the hotel, with nothing to do... it was pure, and utter hell.
Laying down on his bed, staring up at the ceiling, Jeff Hardy fought back the tears. He hated having to sit here in his hotel room and wait until he was allowed to be with Lita. He had to sit here and wait until the doctors told him it was okay to be with his best friend. It was tearing him apart.
And the worst thing was, that even when he was allowed to see her again, she wouldn't even know who he was.
Jeff rolled over onto his side, blinking away the tears that appeared in his eyes. It had been a nightmare. Since that night on RAW, it had just been one, long, horrible nightmare. From worrying about Lita's injury, to discovering that she had a form of amnesia... it was almost too much for the youngest Hardy brother to bear. He figured that the only reason he had stayed sane was thanks to Chris Jericho.
Jericho, who was in another room down the hall, had been Jeff's rock during the ordeal. He himself must've been dying inside, worried about Lita and her condition, but yet he still found the strength inside himself to help Jeff through it. To talk to him about it, to stay there with him when Jeff needed it, and sometimes just to give him a hug and let him cry on his shoulder. If it hadn't of been for Jericho, Jeff was sure that he would have gone crazy by now.
Waking up in that hospital and realising that Lita had no memory of him what-so-ever.. that was one the hardest things Jeff had ever gone through in his entire life. Even the pain of falling through four tables didn't come close to the pain he felt as Lita looked at him in confusion, asking who he was.
He remembered looking over to where Chris stood, then blonde canadian near tears himself, and then looking back the redhead. She apologised for not knowing - but the apology itself almost broke Jeff's heart. She was being so polite. So distant. As if she was talking to a stranger. And Jeff realised that in Lita's mind, she was talking to a stranger.
It had been hard, leaving that hospital. The doctors said that it would be much too stressful and traumatic on her if they had stayed. She was already so confused and mixed up.. having them there wouldn't have helped had at all. So Jericho and Jeff left, leaving Lita questioning who they were. And now they were back at the hotel, waiting until they were allowed to see her again.
And although Jeff was looking forward to being able to see her, he wasn't sure if he really wanted to. Seeing that look of utter bewilderment and confusion in her hazel eyes just tore him apart. He wasn't sure if he could stand seeing it again...
His thoughts were interrupted by a knock at the door. Jeff got out of bed, expecting to see Chris standing at the door. As he opened the door, he was in for another surprise that night, as he was greeted by Chief Morley standing in front of him.
"Good evening, Jeff."
Sighing heavily, Jeff stared at Morley. "There's nothing good about tonight. What do you want, Morley?"
Chief Morley stood at the door, taking in the young man's features. His eyes were red, swollen and bloodshot, his red and purple hair hung limply in his face, and his entire body just seemed to be without any energy or vitality. The boy looked like he'd been through the wars.
"I want to ask you about Lita."
Immediately, Jeff was alert. He rose one eyebrow questioningly at the older man in front of him. "What do you want to know?"
Sean Morley scratched his head, worried that the Hardy wouldn't open up - though he didn't really blame him. "I want to know how she is. Is she okay? I've been to the hospital, but I didn't get to see her of course..."
"Yeah, me and Jericho got told to leave." Jeff studied Morley closely, and couldn't see any reason that he would be that his door, asking him about Lita, other than the fact that he was worried about her. Dropping his shoulders and sighing, Jeff stepped aside to allow Morley into the hotel bedroom, shutting the door behind him. "Does Mr Bischoff know you're here?"
Morley stood in the middle of the room, facing Jeff. "He sent me over, actually."
Jeff scoffed. "Wants to know how soon Lita can be back in the ring?" The younger man made his way back to his bed, and collapsed back onto it.
"No, not at all. Mr Bischoff is extremely concerned about Lita's condition, and wanted to know how she was doing." Morley stood beside the bed, looking down on Jeff. "He also wants to know how you're doing."
"I don't think how I'm doing is important right now." Jeff answered, reaching up and rubbing his eyes. He was tired as hell, but his body just didn't want to sleep. "Lita's the one in hospital with her memory gone..."
Sean paused, unable to think of what to say. After a while of silence, he spoke up again. "How was she when you saw her?"
Jeff stared up at the ceiling, taking in a deep breath. "You mean besides the fact that she doesn't know who me or Jericho are?" He looked over at the man standing beside his bed and had to bite his lip to keep from crying in front of him. "Besides that.. she's doing okay."
Morley froze in shock. Lita didn't even remember two of her closest friends? He knew from what the doctor had told him that her condition was fairly serious, but he never would've thought that it was so serious that she had forgotten who Jeff Hardy and Chris Jericho were. He knew that the three of them were quite close - they were always around each other at shows, constantly playing around and laughing. He'd always been kind of jealous of the relationship the trio shared.
Looking down on Jeff, who lay sprawled on his bed, Morley began to feel guilty for coming in here to pry information out of the boy. Obviously, he was going through a hard time. He was upset, tired and emotionally drained. It was almost wrong to be asking him anything during a time like this.
"I - uh - I'm sorry to hear that."
"Yeah, well.. I don't know. The doctor thinks that it's only temporary. That her mind is 'disoriented', but it will heal itself. It just needs some time, and probably some little pushes along the way.
Morley looked over his shoulder at the door. He knew that Mr Bischoff wanted more information about Lita and her state of mind, but he honestly felt bad about talking to the boy with the state of mind he was in. He decided it was probably better to leave than to keep pushing.
"I --"
"You know, it's funny that you came by. I wouldn't pick either you or Bischoff as the concerned type."
Sean nodded. "Yeah, I guess sometimes we give off a 'bad' kind of vibe. But we in the Bischoff Administration do really care about the talent under our supervision."
Jeff closed his eyes, breathing evenly. "I'm kind of glad that you dropped by."
"You are?"
"Yeah... I haven't really talked to anyone about what I'm thinking or feeling." Jeff sat up, able to talk to Morley face to face. "I've had Jericho with me, obviously. But he's upset himself, and I just felt like I was dumping all of my grief onto him as well, plus what he's already feeling."
Morley cleared his throat. "What about your brother, Matt? Have you talked to him? Or any of your other friends?"
Jeff shook his head slightly, frowning. "Matt knows what's going on. I rang him from the hospital. But you know Matt. He's got a match for the Cruiserweight Championship on Smackdown. He can't take leave from that to come over here."
Grabbing a free chair from across the room, Morley sat down next to the bed. "That's a bit cruel, isn't it?"
"Matt's always been that way, though. Wrestling is all he can think about. It's always his top priority. He cares about Lita but.. he knows she's okay. And that's enough for him." There was a pause as both men thought of what to say next. Jeff absentmindedly reached down and played with his socks as he spoke. "We're waiting for the doctors to let us see her again."
"Yeah?"
"Yeah. But - I'm scared." He looked up at Morley, his eyes glistening. "I don't know if I can be in the same room with her, knowing that she has absolutely no idea who I am, or what we've been through together. How can I look into her eyes, knowing that she's feeling like she's looking into mine for the very first time?"
Chief Morley stared at Jeff as he wiped at his eyes, his breathing turning erratic and shallow. He frowned slightly as he watched the young man suddenly fall apart, and cry. He was watching him, and feeling like he didn't belong. Like he was intruding. He knew that Eric would be disappointed that he didn't get all the information he was after, but there was no way he could sit in that room for any longer, pretending that he was there because Mr Bischoff cared.
He got up from his chair, and looked down at Jeff. "I'm, um, I have to be leaving now. If you, or Jericho, or anyone need anything..."
Jeff nodded, his tears still streaming down his face. "Thanks."
Morley nodded slightly as he made his way to the door, and shut it behind him. Walking down the hotel corridor, down towards the lobby, he shook his head as he tried to clear himself from the sympathy he was feeling towards the boy. He was only talking to him to get information for Mr Bischoff. Information about Lita's injury that they could use to their advantage...
As he walked out of the hotel and made his way to his car, Chief Morley realised he didn't particularly want to hear what Mr Bischoff had planned.