Chapter 2

Christy sat down in the infirmary by Batista's bedside as they awaited a final word from the doctor.

"So, tell me…Why did you want to help me earlier?" Batista queried.

Christy sighed before making her reply. "Well, ever since I came to SmackDown with Stacy…I kind of had a bit of a crush on you."

"A crush, huh?" Batista smirked as he tried sitting up in his bed, only to find himself pushed back down gently by the redheaded diva.

"Yes, Dave…A crush." Christy had a crimson blush spreading across her cheeks at this point.

"Wow…never would've thought that." Batista said softly. "The hottest diva in the WWE…with a crush on the World Heavyweight Champion?"

"Alright, you made your point." Christy chuckled a bit, feeling herself melt at his simple words. Batista smirked, and then the both of them looked at the doctor walking up to them. "So, what's the word, doctor?"

"Well, it seems David may have worsened his injuries out there." The doctor explained. "They look a lot worse now. May I suggest taking some time off?"

"Time off!" Batista roared. "But I'll miss the Survivor Series match!"

"Fine, do whatever you please. I'm just a doctor." The doctor replied in an annoyed tone of voice, before leaving the room. Batista sighed, sitting back up.

"Well, thanks for talking, Christy."

"Not so fast, champ." Christy took him by the arm. "Can we talk, please?"

"What's there to talk about?" Batista asked.

"I want to know why you've been the way you've been. You've been a little sloppy in your wrestling lately." Christy commented.

"That, Christy, is none of business." Batista said, before seeing the annoyed expression on her face. "Sorry…It's just…"

"Just what?" Christy asked. It then all came together for her. "Oh…You still miss him, don't you?"

Batista nodded, and sighed deeply. It had been a short time since the death of his close friend and friend of everyone else, Eddie Guerrero. "It's just been so hard to move on after he passed away."

"Everyone misses him, Dave…" Christy placed a gentle hand on his arm. "Not just you, but all of the locker room does."

"He always helped me through my life…When I didn't know a thing about WWE, he helped me along the way." Batista had tears in his eyes at this point. "And my only regret is that I never genuinely thanked him for it."

Christy sighed softly, seeing a single tear roll down his cheek. She reached over, gently wiping it away. She soon felt tears come on as well, pulling Batista into her arms. Batista buried his head against her shoulder, letting all the tears that have built up over that time come out. Christy held him tightly in her arms, running her fingers through his hair for comfort. It hurt her, seeing Batista like this. She always saw him as the strong, fighting champion she adored. Seeing him like this practically broke her heart.

"Umm…am I interrupting something?"

Batista and Christy pulled away from each other quickly, seeing Rey Mysterio standing there in the doorway.

"Oh, um, no…" Batista used his thumb to wipe away the incoming tears at the edges of his eyes. "We were just-"

"Don't worry about it, man." Mysterio said with a dismissive wave of his hand. "We're going to the grill in town, and we were wondering if you want to come with?"

"Thanks for the offer, but I think I'm just going to head back to my hotel room." Batista answered.

Mysterio nodded. "Alright. See you, champ." He said before leaving to go find the others.

"You should've went with them. Would have gotten your mind off of things." Christy said softly.

"Yeah, well…" Batista shrugged. "Say, you want to hang around at my hotel room? I can get us takeout there if you want."

Christy smiled slowly at the offer. "That sounds wonderful. Just let me get my things." She said before heading back to the divas locker room. Batista couldn't help but smile to himself; that girl could brighten anyone's day. And she just brightened his.