Hey! Sorry for the long wait to update- Christmas seems like a week-long holiday, doesn't it?

Chapter 13

As Steph rode alongside Trish in the ambulance, everyone else hopped into some cars and headed toward the hospital. John and Hunter rode together while Randy and Victoria followed them.

"I sure hope she's okay." Victoria said as she wiped away some of the tears that slid down her face.

"Me too. I just can't believe what happened. I hope nothing is wrong with her." Randy replied, keeping his eyes on the road as he kept driving.

"Yeah, I have never expirenced that in my life. You know, someone just going down like that in the middle of a match."

"Man, I just can't believe this shit happened." John said to Hunter as he drove. "I wonder what's up with her."

"Me too man. I saw her a few minutes before the match with Randy, and she did not look to good. She was pale and all that."

"She was with Randy?" John asked.

"Yeah, I found them making out backstage. They couldn't keep their hands off of each other." Hunter said, not really thinking who he was talking to until moments after he said everything. Then he wanted to smack himself.

"They were making out? Mm shocker." John muttered sarcastically, looking at the road as he drove.

All four of them arrived at the hospital. They all walked in silent. When they got in the waiting room, they found Stephanie sitting in a chair, waiting.

"Hey guys." She said very softly to all of them.

"Baby, how's she doing?" Hunter asked, sitting beside her.

"I don't really know. While we were in the ambulence on the way here, she gained conscience again. She was just out of it, not knowing what happened or anything."

"Did she say anything?" Randy asked, stepping infront of John, who didn't really appreciate it.

"Well, when she first looked around, all she said was 'where's Randy?'" Stephanie said, looking at Randy, who had his head down.

"Did she say anything else?" John asked, this time stepping in front of Randy. All Randy did was give out a little huff and stepped aside.

"No. That was it. The EMT guy said they were going to do some tests on her."

"Are you all here for Miss Trish Stratus?" A doctor asked, walking toward them.

"Yes." They all said simutaniously.

"Are you all family?"

"Well, I'm her boyfriend and everyone else are really good friends with her." Randy said immediently.

"Okay well I'm Dr. Mark Jacobson. I ran some tests on her and we are waiting for the results."

"Is she okay though?" Randy asked, getting impatient with the doctor.

"Yes, in fact she is up right now and you can all go and see her, but I would prefer only two at a time so she doesn't get overwhelmed."

They all looked at each other. "Well, I'm going first." Randy told everyone.

"I'll go with him." Victoria and Randy followed the doctor to her room. They entered to see Trish laying on the bed, looking out the window at a bird that was sitting on a branch.

"Trish?" Randy asked quietly, trying not to startle her.

"Randy." Trish said, looking at him with a weak smile. "Vicki, what's up?"

"How are you doing, girl?" Victoria and Randy walked over to her.

"How do you think I'm doing?" Trish asked playfully, trying to make it a joke, but the two just looked down. "Guys, it was suppose to be a joke. It's okay." Trish cleared her throat. "What happened to me?"

"Well, uh-" Randy tried to explain when the rest of the others came in one at a time.

"Hey everyone." Trish said when everyone was in the room with her. "Wow, am I popular or what? All of you came here because of me?"

"Yeah, well we care about you Trish." Hunter said to her smiling.

"Well, thank you. Everyone." Just then Dr. Jacobson walked through the door.

"Well, Miss Stratus, everyone, I just got the test results back and there seems to be nothing wrong with you as far as I can tell." Just as he said this, everyone gave a sigh a relief, including Trish. "Now Trish can I ask you some questions?" Dr. Jacobson pulled out a pen and the clipboard attached to the end of Trish's hospital bed.

"Sure."

"Okay, first, can you think of anything that might have triggered this?"

"Not really."

"Okay, how long has it been since you have eaten anything?"

"I don't know, this morning?" The doctor wrote down the information that Trish was giving him.

"How much stress have you been under lately?"

"Well, um, I guess, um, some." This was such a hard topic for Trish because John and Randy were both in the room together with her.

"As far as I can tell, you simply fainted. Now there are many possibilites of why but I think it was because of stress, that sort of thing."

"What do you want me to do?"

"Well, I suggest at least 24 hour bedrest. No working out, running, anything like that."

"Then?"

"Then I think you should get rid of whatever that is causing you all of this stress before this happens again." Trish looked at Randy and John then she thought about the storyline. She instantly knew that was what was causing her stress. But how was she going to "get rid of it"?

"Okay, well, can I go home now?" Trish asked.

"Yep, you are free to go. Remember, bedrest, 24 hours, okay?"

"Gotcha." Trish said to him as she sat up.

When Trish arrived back at the hotel room, she took off her clothes and climbed straight into bed. She just laid there. In her mind, she was going over everything all over again. The return of Randy, the fight with John, the sex with Randy, the decision, all of it. She couldn't get it out of her mind. She turned over on her side and closed her eyes.

A few hours later she was awaken by a loud crash and a muttered curse word. She slowly got up out of the bed, and walked over to where she thought the sound came from. When she turned the corner, she saw Randy on the floor, picking up pieces of glass.

"What happened?" Trish asked Randy, tiredly.

"Oh, hi baby. It's nothing. I just dropped a glass. What are you doing up? The doctor clearly said 24 hour bedrest. You really should be in bed." Randy stood up, threw away the glass, and walked over to Trish. "You need rest." He cupped her face with his hands and gave her a little kiss on the forehead.

"Okay. Just don't break anything else." Trish winked at him then turned around and walked back to bed. Randy just shook his head and smiled. Randy finished cleaning when there was a knock on the door. He walked over to answer it.

"Hello Shephanie and Vince. What are you two doing here?"

"Well, we need to talk to you." Vince said as he and his daughter stepped into the room. "About the storyline with you, Cena, and Trish."

"Oh okay. Have a seat." The three of them sat down. "What about the storyline?"

"Well, because of what happened tonight, with Trish and all, we have decided it would be best if we don't go through with the storyline. Steph told me what the doctor said and she told me she thinks the storyline is giving her all the stress. Is that how you feel also?"

A huge relief came over Randy. "Yeah."

"And along with ending the storyline, we have decided to give you, Trish and John a week off, that way we can think of new angles for you all."

"Thank you very much Vince. That means a lot."

"How is she?" Stephanie asked Randy, very concerned.

"She's doing good. I think that rest was the best thing for her. With all that has happened within the past month, she needs to just rest." Randy let out a sigh. "I think it's for the best that we don't do the storyline." He gave a smile to Vince and Stephanie.

"Well, sweetheart, I think we should go now." Vince stood up, along with Stephanie and walked to the door. "See you later, Randy." Vince said as they walked out of the room, closing the door behind him.

"Yes!" Randy said, excitedly, but quietly. He was overjoyed that they didn't have to go though that hell. He walked into the bedroom and shook Trish lightly.

"Trish sweetheart?"

Trish responded with a moan.

"I've got some great news. Vince and Steph came over and they said that they were ending the angle between us and Cena."

"Huh?" Trish sat up and stared at him in disbelief. "Why?"

"I guess Vince saw what happened was kinda a wake up call."

"Oh, can I go back to bed now? I need my sleep and rest." Trish said, mocking Randy about what he said earlier.

"Yeah, see you later." Randy began to walk out of the room.

"Randy?" Trish asked quietly.

"Mmm?"

"Stay with me. Please."

"Okay." Randy slipped into bed and Trish immediently cuddled toward Randy. They laid there for a while until Trish's cell phone rang. She turned over and grabbed it. Trish looked at the number on the screen. It was John.

Okay, before you grab your knife and kill me for having Trish just fainting, and ending the storyline with them, I have a few suprises planned in the next few chapters. So don't worry. The next chapter should be up in a few days- I promise!