"No."

"Ma'am, I really think it would be smart if you were to go to the hospital to get checked out."

"No! I said I'm not going, so drop it!" Lilian snapped at the EMT. She yanked her arm out of his grasp, ignoring the pain in her elbow at the action. The young paramedic had already bandaged her wounds, but seemed adamant about getting her to go to the hospital. And, seeing as how she had spent a lot of time in the hospital thanks to John that was the last place she wanted to go.

"Hey, leave her alone!" Rob said angrily, placing a comforting a hand on Lilian's shoulder. "She's been through enough today." Lilian glanced at Rob, grateful that he seemed to understand why she did not want to go to the hospital.

"Fine," the EMT said, shaking his head at the stubborn couple. He walked over to Trish, who seemed to be favoring her knee.

Lilian shook her head, taking a deep breath as she glanced at the bandage on her elbow. This was crazy…

"Ms. Garcia? Can we talk to you now?" a police officer asked. Lilian nodded, pushing herself off the chair as she limped over to the officer, the large bandages on her knee visible. Rob could also see part of the bandage on her hip, though her shirt and shorts mostly covered that. She glanced at Rob, who gave her an encouraging smile before he turned to watch the EMT tend to Trish.

"Ms. Garcia, can you tell me what happened?" the officer, whose name badge identified him as Officer Bain, asked.

Lilian sighed, frowning as she thought. "It all happened so fast. We were walking across the parking lot. Lita and Trish were joking around, pretending to fight when I heard a car revving. I told Li and Trish to move, and knocked them out of the way. The car turned, and we all moved again so the driver hit a fence. I thought the person was going to go after us again, but they took off."

"Did you see the driver?"

"No," Lilian said with a shake of her head. "The windows were tinted and I wasn't exactly trying to look."

"Make or model or license number of the car?"

"No," Lilian answered with a shake of her head. "Maybe a white sedan. I was more worried about my friends to be paying attention to the car."

"Okay," Officer Bain said. "We'll be keeping in touch with you. Please, don't hesitate to call me if you remember anything, no matter how insignificant it may seem."

"Where do we go from here, Officer?" Lilian asked, crossing her arms. "I mean, what are the chances of you catching this person?"

Officer Bain sighed, glancing at his notes. "It's not good. Unfortunately, in speaking with the hotel staff, we found out that the camera pointed to the hotel lot was knocked out of place. There is no video of the car trying to run you ladies down. That, combined with the fact that you, Ms. Dumas, and Ms. Stratus were unable to give any information about the car or driver, makes it very slim that we will catch the driver."

Lilian frowned, reaching up to scratch her forehead. "Okay, thank you," she replied softly.

"One last question," Officer Bain said. "Do you have any enemies? Anyone who may possibly want you hurt?"

Lilian placed a hand on her forehead, closing her eyes. "Well, my husband and I just split a week ago. He left a threatening message on my answering machine, but the message deleted itself so there was no proof."

"It's a lead, though," Officer Bain said with an encouraging nod. "What is his name? We'll send an officer to talk to him."

"His name is John. John Garrett. He lives in Tampa, Florida, though. I left him last week and he's not too happy about it."

"Okay, thank you," Officer Bain said, smiling sympathetically at Lilian before he turned to walk away. Lilian watched as the officer met up with his partner and walked out of the room. With another sigh, Lilian turned, walking back to her friends. Rob guided her to a chair, helping her to sit. She closed her eyes, tilting her head upwards, trying to force the headache that was starting away.

"Well, well, well… it looks like we have the goody two shoes brigade gathered in the lobby." Lilian cringed as her eyes shot open, meeting the smirking gaze that Sable was giving them as she entered the hotel with several bags in her hands.

"Shut up, Sable," Stephanie was the acknowledge the blonde vixen, standing to face the tall blonde.

"What's going on here?" Sable asked with a sneer, looking between Lita, Trish, and Lilian, noticing that the three women all seemed worse for wear.

"Not that it's any of your fucking business, Sable, but Lilian, Trish, and Lita were nearly rundown by some maniac," Torrie snapped, standing so she could be next to Stephanie, crossing her arms as she glared at Sable.

"Oh, the poor little darlings," Sable cooed, though her voice was dripping with sarcasm. "Are they okay?"

"Not that it's any of your fucking business, but yeah," Bubba said. "It's not like you care, so why don't you just leave?"

Sable scoffed at Bubba, laughing as she said, "It's a public hotel, fat boy, so you can't tell me to leave." However, she stepped back, surprised when Trish leapt out of her chair, making a mad dash for Sable when she called insulted Bubba. However, her injured knee and Bubba and Stephanie each grabbing an arm halted the progress of the small blonde.

"Fuck you, bitch!" Trish yelled, struggling furiously against Stephanie and Bubba for a moment before Shawn too joined in to pull Trish back.

"No," Sable replied with a laugh. "Fuck you." With that, she sauntered past the group to the elevators, unaware that ten people were glaring at her as she stepped into the elevator, pushing the buttons to go up to her floor.

"Trish… calm down, okay?" Bubba whispered as the doors shut. Stephanie and Shawn both let go of the small blonde, knowing that it was safe now that Sable was out of view. "It's done."

"But baby… she insulted you!"

Bubba laughed, smiling down at his girlfriend. "I've been called worse before. By you, nonetheless."

"Oh, yeah?" Chris asked when Trish blushed. "What has she called you?"

"Knowing those two, I'm not sure I want to know!" Billy said with a shake of his head, grinning when everyone started laughing, even Trish and Bubba both blushed even harder.

"Get your mind out of the gutter," Torrie said, nudging her husband in the ribs, though she was laughing too.

"Man, I'm hungry," Trish proclaimed, glancing between her friends.

"Again?" Lita asked. "We just ate an hour ago!"

"I know, but I'm hungry," Trish whined.

"There's part of a salad on the concrete out there," Lita pointed out. "Though I'm not sure how much you want to eat that."

"No, I think I'm just gonna hit the hotel bar," Trish said. "You all coming?"

Everyone nodded except for Lilian and Rob. "I think I'm just going to go back to my room," Lilian said softly, wincing at the dull throb that had settled in her hip.

"Yeah, me too," Rob claimed, wrapping an arm gently around Lilian's waist, relieved when she let his arm stay there. "We'll talk to you later, okay?"

"Yeah," Stephanie agreed. "Just come to the arena a little early tonight. I want them to rewrite the script so there isn't too much action for you three ladies. I'm sure you'll all be sore in a few hours."

"Okay," Lilian replied gratefully, smiling at her friends as she allowed Rob to lead her to the elevator. She closed her eyes as the doors shut, swaying slightly against Rob.

"Whoa," he muttered, holding her a little tighter. "You okay?"

"Yeah… just a little tired."

"You sure?"

"Yeah," Lilian muttered, allowing Rob to support her as the elevator doors opened. He led them to the room, easily opening the door and helping Lilian into the room. Rob guided Lilian to the bed, carefully helping her to lay down before sitting on the edge of the bed.

"You comfortable?" he asked sympathetically, brushing a strand of hair away from her face.

"Yeah," Lilian replied tiredly. "You should go get something to eat."

"Nah… that's what room service is for." Lilian laughed slightly at this, closing her eyes. Rob watched her for a few moments, making sure she was asleep before standing up. Hesitating, he bent down, kissing Lilian's forehead gently before straightening back up.

He glanced at the room service menu, quickly ordering some food as he watched Lilian sleep. He wondered how Lilian's husband could harm someone so little and fragile. Lilian hadn't weighed more than 115 pounds before she left the WWE in 2003 and he would be very surprised if she weighed more than 100 pounds now. He gritted his teeth, anger filling his body as he thought of her husband.

There was no doubt in Rob's eyes that John Garrett was behind the wheel of that car today. And when he found John, there would be hell to pay.

Big time.

End Part 10