A/N: I'm really cold right now…we're supposed to get 2 inches of snow tomorrow. AHHHHHH! Sorry, just had to get that out of my system! Just a plea from little ole me, PLEASE REVIEW! I feel loved that way! I don't even care if it's a bad review, I just like getting feedback! Enjoy, and REVIEW!

Timing is Key…

Sara's POV:

I volunteered to drive Trish and myself to the hospital, but the trainer felt that it would be better if some backstage hand drove us there. Trish didn't want to go in an ambulance, I didn't need an ambulance, and so we settled on the backstage worker. The girl's name was Laura, and she was brand new to the WWE production crew. She seemed nice, as far as I could tell.

"I don't need to go to the hospital." Trish stated out of the blue.

"Trish, you passed out, and then got up and began puking. It's probably food poisoning or something. You should still go get checked out. It doesn't hurt, ya know?" I replied, looking at her. She looked pitiful, believe me that was a first, Trish Stratus looking pitiful.

"I know what's wrong with me already, I think." Trish quietly said, looking down at her feet.

We both sat in silence for a minute, and then I looked at Trish again. I had seen that look before, or at least felt what it must've looked like, if that made any sense. Trish thought she was pregnant. I saw a tear trickle down her cheek, and decided to carefully ask her.

"Trish, I think I figured it out." I told her, as I pulled out my phone. I wrote her a text message saying, 'ur pregnant.' The message was sent to her phone, and a minute later Trish replied, 'think so.' I took a deep breath, and then messaged her back, 'who.' Within the nest 30 seconds Trish replied 'Shane Helms.'

"Oh my gosh, Trish? Are you serious?" I burst out, still keeping the suspected pregnancy in my head.

"Yes." Trish replied.

"How long have you two been together or whatever?" I asked her.

"About 4 months. We just didn't feel like telling anyone. It started out like a booty call type of thing, no, more like friends with benefits. Slowly, it's turned into more of a relationship thing. " Trish answered.

"Why didn't you even tell me?" I asked, a little hurt that Trish, who I considered one of my best friends, hadn't told me about this thing she had with Shane.

"You were going through all that crap with John. You were upset and miserable, I didn't want you having to fake happiness for me. I just didn't want to rub anything in your face." Trish admitted.

"I understand. I feel selfish now though…" I replied.

"Don't, I chose not to tell ANYONE. I just wanted to see where things went, and yea you can see where things went now." Trish answered, trying to explain.

"Alright, I know what you mean. How long have you suspected…this current situation?" I asked, trying to be cryptic. I placed my good hand on my stomach; Trish got the message.

"Eh, maybe a week or so. I'm not sure, I'm just starting to worry." Trish replied.

"Wait, you thought, and you still are wrestling?" I asked, shocked at what Trish was telling me.

"Uh huh. I think I've been trying to deny or put off or something. I don't know what I was thinking." Trish replied, looking like she was going to cry.

"Or maybe you didn't want it?" I suggested. I remember Trish saying that she wanted to wait until she was like 40 till she started having kids. She wanted to maximize her time in the WWE to the fullest.

"That's probably more the reason. I'm a bitch aren't I?" Trish stated.

"No. You are just scared and in shock. It's not a definite yet." I told her, trying to reassure my pale friend.

"I swear Sara, if I am pregnant and I hurt the baby, I'll never forgive myself. I mean, especially if I was right in my thought that I was. It would be like I intentionally kept wrestling, like trying to have a miscarriage or something. Oh God, please don't let me be pregnant, or if I am please don't let my baby be hurt." Trish pleaded.

"So that's why you weren't drinking that night at the bar." I commented.

"Yea, well I had two drinks, but I doubt that would do any harm. You don't think it will hurt the baby, if I am pregnant do you?" Trish replied.

"I don't think so. I don't know, I'm not a doctor. I'm still shocked that you think you are pregnant. I mean, it's just…wow." I answered.

We finally got to the hospital, and filed into the emergency room.

"Hi can I help you?" a nurse who was stationed at the front desk asked.

"Yea, I'm here to get my wrist checked out. I hurt it tonight." I replied.

"I'm here to, well, I'm not sure why they sent me here, but I passed out tonight." Trish added.

"Ok, I just need you two to fill out these forms, and then will get to you soon." The nurse replied.

We took the paperwork from her, and sat down to fill it out. Laura sat down next to me, and waited.

"It must suck to have to just be chauffeuring around me and Trish." I commented.

"Eh, it's alright. It's better than getting ordered around by the higher ups. I'll take those forms back up there for you." Laura answered.

"Thanks, that's nice of you." I replied.

"Yea, thanks." Trish stated.

Laura walked back up to the desk, and then came back down to sit by us.

"So how long have you been with the WWE?" Trish asked her.

"Umm, about 2 weeks. I like the job so far, I get to travel, meet new people, and it's all really great." Laura responded.

"That's cool. So do you just run around backstage? Do what the boss men tells you, chauffer hurt wrestlers?" I asked with a laugh.

"Basically. This is my first time as a driver though!" Laura replied, grinning.

"Patricia Stratus, we can take you back now." A nurse stated.

Trish sighed, and got up reluctantly walking to the door. She turned around and gave me a 'please don't make me go back here all by myself look,' and then I motioned to Laura to go back with Trish.

Laura nodded her head, and quickly followed behind the nurse and Trish. A few minutes later, another nurse called my name out and I got up and followed her.

"So it says you're here because of a hurt wrist?" the nurse nicely asked me.

"Yup. Hurt it tonight at the show." I answered.

"Show?" the nurse questioned.

"Yea, Survivor Series, it's put on by the WWE. I'm a professional wrestler. Actually, I sprained my wrist a few weeks ago, hurt it a bit more by falling off of a mechanical bull, and tonight I landed wrong in the ring, and this is what I got." I explained, as I showed her my wrist.

"Yikes, that looks painful." The nurse grimaced as she examined my left wrist.

"It's not pleasant." I replied, biting down on my lip as she carefully looked over my wrist.

"Alrighty, the doctor will be right in, and then it will most definitely be x-rays galore." The nurse told me.

"Ok, uh, could you tell me where Trish, Patricia, Stratus is at. We came in together, and I just want to know how she is." I asked.

"Hang on, I'll check for you." The nurse replied. She didn't even have to leave, because I hear Trish from the other side of the curtain.

"Hey Sara, we're right next to each other!" Trish answered, as she pulled the curtain back. "Now we have adjoining emergency room things!"

"What a concept! So, any news?" I replied.

"They drew some blood from me, I had to pee in a cup, I guess I'll find out anything when they come back with the results." Trish answered.

"Not fun on that waiting part." I stated. The doctor entered my section, took one look at my wrist, and then smiled.

"So, you ready for your x-rays?" he asked.

"Uh huh." I answered. The friendly nurse held my chart, and led the way.

15 minutes later, after tear jerking contortions to take a good x-ray or two, I was back in my ER room. Trish was still waiting for her results; I honestly don't know what was taking so long with those results. She didn't have to wait much longer, because the doctor walked in and stood at the foot of the bed.

"So Ms. Stratus, you ready to hear these results?" he asked.

"Just do it already." Trish replied. I sat down next to her, and Trish gripped my good hand.

"So the tests came back positive. Congratulations! I believe that is why you passed out tonight." The doctor told Trish.

All the color from Trish's face vanished, and she squeezed my hand tighter and tighter. I realized that she couldn't talk, so I spoke up for her.

"How far along is she?" I asked.

"About 3 or 4 weeks." The doctor replied.

"Ok, 3 or 4 weeks." I restated.

"Uh, doc, did I hurt the baby by wrestling, I mean I have been wrestling that whole 3 or 4 weeks. I also had 2 drinks a few nights ago. I wasn't drunk, tipsy or anything, but did I hurt my baby?" Trish quietly asked.

"Well, you're going to get checked out by our OB, just to make sure everything is all right." He answered. "Ms. King, your x-rays will be developed in a few more minutes. Sit tight."

The doctor left, and Trish sighed and leaned back against the pillow.

"I'm pregnant Sara. I'm having a baby. I'm having a baby in like 8 months or so. Oh God, I'm having Shane's baby. I have to tell Shane. He's going to hate me. Everyone's gonna be talking, talking about me…calling me a slut. Well, not like they already didn't call me that, but now it's just, Oh God… I have to tell my parents. Look at me, I'm 34 years old; 2 years older than your ex-husband, and I'm freaking out about telling my parents that I'm pregnant. That's wrong on so many levels. They'll probably be excited. They're always like, 'Trisha why haven't you settled down and had some kids, you're not getting any younger.' I think it's the whole, I'm having this baby out of wedlock thing that's going to bug them." Trish rambled.

"Trish, calm down. They are your parents and they will be excited. They'll support you. Don't worry about Shane; he's a great guy. He's probably going to be excited too. It'll take him a few days, but I'm sure he'll be by your side through out this pregnancy. He'll be a good dad. Plus, you have me by your side! That's what friends are for!" I said, trying to reassure Trish.

"Trish, I won't say a word of this to anyone. Not until you inform everyone." Laura added.

"Thanks Laura, I appreciate it. Sara, what would I do without you? Oh man, this is going to be interesting." Trish replied. The OB came in, and Trish followed behind her to another room for an examination. The ER doctor came back in, and had my x-rays with him.

"So, Ms. King, it seems that you have beaten up that poor wrist of yours. You have multiple fractures, a Colles fracture and a Scaphoid fracture. You are extremely lucky that you didn't pinch any nerves. We are going to put you in a cast, but you're going to make an appointment with an orthopedic surgeon, because these injuries are going to require surgery to fix properly. There may be more damage than we can see, but due to the immense swelling, it's going to be up to your orthopedic doctor to tell. The swelling will have to go down a little bit." The doctor told me.

"Great. Just what I needed. So I guess I'm going to be taking some time off." I commented.

"Yea, you probably will be. My son is going to be disappointed." The doctor replied.

"Oh, your son is a wrestling fan?" I asked.

"Yup, he is. You and that Christy Hemme girl are his favorite Divas. This is completely unprofessional of me, but could I get your autograph? You're not left handed are you?" the doctor asked.

"No, I'm not left handed. And yes, you can get my autograph. What's your son's name?" I asked, as he handed me a piece of paper and a pen.

"His name is Andrew. Thank you. Even in the emergency room you guys are so kind, this will mean a lot to him, his 12th birthday is in two weeks. Anyways, the nurse will be in here in a minute to get your cast on. Have a nice rest of your night, and good luck!" the doctor said as he handed me some paperwork. He left, and the nurse came in.

"Hope you don't mind, we only have black for the casts right now." She cheerfully stated.

"Nope, I could care less. Just get that sucker on my wrist." I replied.

Trish came back, and had a smile on her face.

"The doctor said that everything is fine. The baby is going to be perfectly ok, and I just have to start taking those prenatal vitamin things. I'm so relieved." Trish told me.

"That's good to hear!" I replied.

"So, broken wrist?" Trish asked me.

"Uh huh. Couple of fractures. I have to make an appointment with the orthopedic surgeon. It's going to need surgery to fix." I told her.

"That bites. Oh well, you'll just have to have someone help you out now and then!" Trish stated, implying about Randy.

"Sure Trish, whatever you say." I replied. "So are you all set to go?"

"You bet." She answered.

"You're all set to go to Ms. King." The nurse stated.

"Great. Thanks!" I replied.

Laura, Trish, and I made our way to the desk, signed a few more papers, and then were on our way back to the hotel. Gosh this night had sure been eventful.

A/N: I promise more of Randy in the next chapter! Please review! Oh yea, I realized that I made a mistake in a previous chapter with Randy's age. He is going to be 30, not 29. I always make those stupid mistakes on ages…grrr! Happy late Turkey day everyone!