Chapter 14 – A World Of Possibilities
She lay in the bed, tightly clutching onto the white sheets.
She had been in here many times before but somehow still she wasn't used to the sterility of it all and she could almost hear Jeffro Hardy's voice mentioning the fact that the damned place "smelled of old".
She attempted – though it was in vain – to wipe the fat tears that leaked from her eyes, although it was far harder than usual, with all those needles and tubes sticking out of her from every which way.
She sobbed soundlessly to herself as she clutched her stomach in pain. There was a chance that one – or both – of the twins could possibly die. The doctor had stated – quite unemotionally at that – that there was a high chance that taking another bump or beating like the one that had been delivered to her on Monday night Raw where both Trish Stratus, the former Women's Champion and the current World Heavyweight Champion, John Cena, were both quite noticeably absent, which did nothing but make Triple H and Ric Flair beat her down in a brutal two-on-one assault, which had only increased the chances of a miscarriage.
Only four hours ago she was being beaten down and not one person had come out to help her before the younger Hardy brother somehow came out, right before rushing back out and to the hospital, and then telling her the news of his triumphant drug-free return to the WWE. He had stayed with her for well over three hours and had only left a while ago – after much consoling and tears, though mostly on her side.
The door opened as she sighed knowingly, he was the last person she wanted to see, especially now that Jeff Hardy – friend and confidant – had gone – after much gentle coaxing on her part.
John Cena came running – huffing and puffing no less – through the previously quiet and colorless hospital.
"I'm so sorry Amy, I let ya down again, I should'a never left you," he took her hand in his and she opened her mouth to speak, "No John…you never should'a stayed or even met me to begin with," she stated, her Southern roots showing through as she pulled her hand away from his, ignoring the throbbing pain of the stabbing needles. She started again, "I wanna be able to hold on John – I really do wanna – but right now, you're slipping away an' I'm about to lose you. Don't you get it John," she ran a frustrated hand through her lifeless red locks, "we're holdin' onto a dream that can never come true," she let out an exasperated sigh, just when his mouth opened to speak.
He put his hand out and he leaned forward towards her, "Take my hand," he started, extending his arm further, waiting for her to reach out, "an' we'll make it…" he willed his arm further, "…I swear." Her hand stretched that extra millionth of a mile and she leaned forward slightly and they both shared a small smile knowing that the world would be right again.