Chapter Twelve Disclaimer: Same as the others. I don't own any of the characters in this story, with the exception of Krys. All WWE Superstars and Divas are property of themselves and World Wrestling Entertainment, Inc. I make no claims to them, so you can't sue me. :P

Necromancer and Hellfyre are the exclusive property of Katrynne "Kat" Jacobs, and Alexandra "Shadowfeather" Calloway. Kira Summers is property of Ember Evans.

Note: Wow, not even a month, and I'm up to twelve chapters/jumps for joy/

For two nights straight, Krys lay in a hospital bed, feeding tubes attached to her mouth so she could be fed, and an IV in her arm. Matt stayed by her side, not giving a damn who else called his phone to ask if he would show up at that day's house show.

While sitting in Krys's hospital room after the second full day of her being unconscious and confined to a bed, Matt grasped her hand. It was warm, and he held it for a long time, willing her to awake with his eyes. "Give me some sort of sign that you're alright," he whispered, rubbing his cheek against the back of her hand. "Just wake up for me, please?"

As he started to say a silent prayer, he felt a tightening around his fingers. He looked up quickly to see Krys enclosing her fingers around his own, a small smile on her face. "Hey you," she said quietly.

"Hey yourself," he said back, feeling emotion cloud up his senses. "Stupid question to ask, I know, but how are you feeling?"

"Like shit," she mumbled, and the two shared a brief laugh before Krys winced in pain. "Guess... I got the shit beat out of me again, huh?" she joked.

"Yeah, you did," Matt agreed. He grasped her hand tighter, and said, "Did Amy notice you were hurt again?"

"Yeah, she did. In fact, she was the one who asked me if anything was wrong." Krys rolled over onto her back, and winced again. "She even told me that she was gonna get herself disqualified to cover up for me being hurt, but by the time I was gonna thank her for covering up the match, I was just about out cold, and coughing up blood."

"I walked out on the show."

"You did? Why in the hell would you do that?"

"I did it for you, and I told Eric that I didn't give a damn about the match I had that night. I told him screw the match."

"Well, was it on TV or not?"

"I talked to him about it while you were getting wheeled out to the ambulance, and we came up with that on impulse. I'm now 'suspended' for two weeks for walking out on the show." He chuckled lightly. "So now I guess when you get released, you can stay with me in Vass and we can lick each others' wounds."

"Each other's wounds?" she asked, with a playful gleam in her eyes as she stared at him. Curiosity flickered in those brown depths, and Matt had to stop himself from falling head over heels right then and there.

"Yeah. I can help get you better, and heal your ribs, while you heal my wounded pride."

"Why would I heal your wounded pride?" She was beginning to smile now.

Matt got a giant grin to his handsome features. "I've got one hell of a wounded pride for getting suspended over a girl."

Krys chuckled lightly, then, without warning or thought, kissed Matt fully on the lips. The two then separated quickly, and Matt's face was a light crimson red. "I'm really sorry about that," she said quickly, flopping back onto her pillows and looking away from the dark haired angelic diablo in front of her. "I really am..."

"Don't be. I wanted it, and I want more." Matt pulled her to him and kissed her hard.

The two remained joined at the lips for a long time, pausing only now and then to regain the breath that they had lost during all the time they'd spent making out in Krys's hospital room. "So, I guess we're official now, huh?" Krys asked, tucking a dark auburn lock of hair behind her ear, and smiling up at Matt. "Does this, like, make me and you a couple?"

He shrugged. "Not unless you want it to be."

"Of course I want it to be!" she said quickly, snatching his hand up, and linking it together with hers. "I'm not an idiot, Matt, and I'm not brainded, either. I saw how concerned you've been over Ashley getting jumped back before Taboo Tuesday." She sighed and sat back in her hospital bed, then covered her eyes with her left arm. "If you want her... then, go get her. I won't stand in your way."

"I... I don't feel the same way about Ashley the way I do you," he said silently, slowly untwining his fingers from hers. "I'd love for us to be together, but I think it's way too soon. I know we're both fueled by revenge to get Adam and Amy back, but..."

"But what, Matt?" Krys asked suddenly, shooting up in her bed and looking him in the eyes. Her confusion only seconds ago was now starting to build into anger. "You asked me for help, and I gave you help. It wasn't my fault that Adam got pissed for what happened, speared my guts into next freakin' week, and cost me a title match. You can't expect to just... string me along, and hope that I wouldn't fall for you." The anger in her eyes was evident, and Matt looked away. "Well, go on, Matt, tell me something, tell me anything to calm me down!"

"I can't," he finally admitted. "I care for you, Krys, I really do. But it's just too soon-"

"Bull fucking shit Matthew!" she yelled, the tears finally leaping to her eyes. "You knew how I felt about you back when you and Jeff were still teaming together! You knew I wanted you for myself, long before Adam ever brought his ass into this whole mess!" She bit her lip and then gritted out, "You knew damn well what happened that one night, and you were damn lucky Amy never walked in on us!"

"Don't go there," he warned, his dark brown eyes turning even darker. "Don't say something that's going to tear us apart."

"Why, Matt? I can't say that during that one night, all my dreams had come true? I can't say that in all the three years since we slept together, I'd never felt the same way about anyone else than I did about you? Why can't I, Matt?"

"It did not happen," he said slowly.

For a brief second, Krys stared at him with wide eyes, then she silently looked to the edge of her bed, and flopped back down, not even registering the pain she felt when she did so. "I think it'd be better if you just left now, Matt," she said quietly, not bothering to stop the huge tears from falling down her face. "Just... just go now."

"I'm sorry," he whispered, walking towards the door. "I'll drop by tomorrow to pick you up."

"Don't bother," she mumbled to herself as the door closed. As soon as the door shut all the way, Krys was on the phone to Kira. After about five rings, Alex and Kat's adopted cousin's answering machine picked up, and the automated voice rang through the other end of the phone.

"Hey, it's Kira Summers," the cheerful voice said. "Seems like you caught me at a wrong time. Either that, or I'm havin' some fun with the guy of my dreams, Mark Jindrak." A loud smooch was heard, and Kira giggled. "Well, either way, I'm not anywhere near the phone at the moment, so if you can leave your name and number, and I'll get back to ya as soon as possible! Lata!"

Krys couldn't help but sniffle, as she had no idea where Alex and Kat were, and Kira was doing god knows what. And who gave a damn about Matt Hardy anymore? Certainly not her. As her whole world started to crumble, Krys finally started to see the error of her ways. He didn't want her. He never wanted her. He only used her for revenge on his ex-girlfriend and her new lover. All the pieces finally fit into place.

"Hey Kir, it's me, Krys. When you get this, drop me a line. I really need someone to talk to right about now."