The whole world fell silent. Everything went into a slow motion. Trish's body lay limp on the wine red floor. Rey fell to his kness. He didnt know what to do. He tried to rock her gently, hoping she would wake up. Then he began to shout. "Trish, wake up! Please wake up!"
A door opened down the hall and two tall men waked out. "Man, What did you do to Stratus?" Randy questioned.
"Whats wrong with Trish?" John followed up.
"I dont know" Rey's voice was shaky. "Go see if Mickie is in room 725" Randy ran down the hall and started to bang on the door hysterically.
"She's still breathing" John obesrved, "Man, What happened."
"We were walking back from the beach and . . ."
"Trish!" Mickie shrieked seeing her sister on the floor, "Oh My Gawd. She didnt get her shot before she left." Mickie got up from the the florr and ran back to the room leaving the boys confused.
"Mickie! What are you doing? What should we do?" Rey shouted to her "Mickie? Your her sister Come on, Help me"
"She's her what?" Randy looked shocked. Then Mickie came back carryinga small black kit of some sort. She unzipped the bag carefully to reveal needles and syringes and viles of something.
"What the" John mouthed to Randy who replied, "I dunno"
Mickie took out a syringe and filled it with the substance in the vile. She took Trish's arm and straightened it out.
"What is that? Is it gonna hurt her?" Rey questioned with concern as Mickie stabbed Trish with the syringe and injected her.
"Its just insulin. It probably saved her life. Look, she's coming back," Trish's eyes fluttered open as she looked at the familiar faces smiling at her as they came into focus. The room spun a couple of times till it finally stopped and Trish could see straight.
"Welcome back Stratus. What was wrong with you?" Randy asked.
"I have diabetes, moron."
"Easy Kitty, put away the claws."
"Why didnt you say anything" Rey wondered out loud.
"I didnt put it in any bios or anything because I didnt want anyone to think I was weak. You know I like to keep my pirvate life a secret. Thats why I didnt talk about Mickie being my sister." Mickie blushed. John, Randy, and Rey all exchanged looks. Trish has diabetes. How had that gone under the radar? How had she kept it a secret all this time? It was quiet until someone said something.
"Thank goodness Rey was here." Trish turned to Rey. "I dont even wanna think about what would have happened if he wasnt there. Thanks."
"No problem." Rey replied, "Maybe we should get off the floor before someone think something is wrong." Mickie helped Trish to her feet.
"We should get back to the room, Trish. You need to lie down for a while."
"Yea whatever Mickie."
"Uh Yea we should get going to." Randy spoke up, "I hope you feel better Trish."
"Yea, Thanks."
The three room mates went into their room as Trish and Mickie walked down the hall to their room. Trish glanced over her shoulder to see her "hero" one last time before she walked into her room. To her suprise, he was their watching her go to her room the whole time. He shyly turned away. Since he wasnt looking, Trish blew a kiss and whispered, "Good night, my sweet." Back in her room Mickie began the interogation.
"What the heck was that? You know if your blood sugar gets low, you pass out. Havent I told you to always take your kit with you. God your so stupid."
"News flash Mickie. If you havent notice, I'm the big sister, not you. I'm 30 years old, I think I know how to handle myself. Plus I had Rey with me so if anything happened. Well you saw that he came and got you because he thought you would know what to do, being my sister and all."
"Oh Yea, and why was Rey with you. And how did he know that I was your sister. I thought you said you really dont talk about your private life, Stratus." Now Mickie was pissed. She only called her by her last name when she was really pissed. She had all right to be but then again she had no right. She knows that they both like Rey.
"I dont see why your getting all worked up about this. I saw him on the beach and we were talking. That was all. It wasnt that serious. and why are you mad. Its not like you have a claim on him or anything. You blow every thing out of proportion. No wonder no one likes you." As soon as those words came out of her mouth, Trish wished she could take them back but the damage was done. Mickie, with tears in her eyes pushed past Trish and towards the door. Mickie opened the door and found Rey who looked like he didnt know whether to knock or not.
"There she is." Mickie pointed to Trish, "All for you." Mickie stepped passed Rey and began to run.
"Mickie! I'm Sorry!" Trish sat on the bed, "I'm such an idiot! What is my problem?" Remembering Rey, Trish looked up. "Do you want something cause I really dont need this right now."
"I was just coming by to see if are OK, but I guess I should leave." Re3y turned on his heels.
"Wait, no, dont go. I didnt mean to rude. Please dont go."
"What happened?"
"It doesnt even matter cause I said something I shouldnt have."
Rey took a seat next to Trish on the firm hotel bed. She sat with her head in her hands. "everythings gonna be OK." Rey put his hand on her knee, "I promise." And with that, Rey left to find Mickie. She wasnt ina good mood at all and he wasnt sure she wuld talk to even him.
Rey trotted out of the elevator and flipped open his razor cell phone. He quickly scrolled down his contact list and dialed Micki's number. A very upset and pyhcotic Mickie answered the phone.
"What the hell do you want? I dont want to talk to you of all people right now."
"Mickie, I dont know what happened with you and Trish but just calm down for two seconds."
"Dont tell me to calm down." Mickie cried into the phone with rage trying to hold back tears. "how the hell are you gonna flirt with me and then fall for my sister. What kinda ?is that? I dont even want to talk to you." click click
"Mickie? Hello? Mickie?" Rey was frustrated, "Damnit"
Mickie sat down ona dirty bus stop bench and began to sob. Maybe he doesnt like me, Mickie thought to herself, Now one likes me. Why do I fool myself? Whats wrong with me? Mickie continued crying in her hands and thinking negative thoughts until she felt a hand on her back that made her jump.
"Who the, " MIckie stood up forgetting everything that has happened, "OH Its just you, Batista."
"Whats wrong, babe?" He said politely yet sexy in a flirty way.
"Nothin" Mickie crossed her arms and looked away.
"Look" Batista stood up and looked into her eyes, "Its OK. Im with you now. Come on lets take a walk."
Back in Trish's Hotel Room
Trish paced the room several times before sitting one the bed and picking up her gray Nokia. When she found the number she wanted she clicked send.
A cheerful voice picked up, "hello?"
"Uh? Mickie?"
"OH its you. Look I'll be there in a little while. Bye."
"Mickie?" Trish let out a horrid secream as she threw the phone at the wall in rage. "Bitch" There was a knock at the door.
"Are you OK? We heard you scream an' sumthin crash," It was Randy and John.
"I'm aight. Mickies just bein a bitch"
"Uh, What's you do? I mean you didnt hurt her or anyting," Randy asked suspiciously.
"No. She left a while ago, you idiots."
"How many times can she insult me in one day?" Randy asked John who shrugged.
Trish sighed, "I'm sorry. I'm kinda stressed. Do you guys wanna come in?"
"Yea sure" They both strolled in like they were on the red carpet.
Meanwhile, Mickie and Batista sat in an ancient looking chinese restraunt eating sesame noodles.
"I never knew you were so funny," Mickie flirted.
"Thanks, I never knew you were so much fun."
"Some people dont think so" MIckie rolled her eyes.
"Who?"
"Little Miss Stratusfaction herself."
"I thought you guys were best friends."
"We are, er, we were. I dont know. We had a stupid fight over a gy."
"Who, might i ask?'
"Well, uh, its Rey, but I'm over him now if he wants her."
"Ok, Ok," Batista sat back with an evil grin on his face.
"What!" Mickie shouted.
"Nothin, Rey's my friend. Its all good." Batista stated, still smiling.
"So stop smiling."
Batista leaned in close and Mickie did the same, "Try to stop me." He challenged.
Frustrated, Mickie started smiling back till batista grabbed her hand. "Come on." Batista slapped a $20 bill down on the table and pulled Mickie out the door.
Rey opened his phone, once again. I'll call Trish, He thought, maybe she heard from Mickie.
"Hello?" Trish answered, slightly disorientated.
"Trish? Hey, uh, Have you talked to Mickie cauzse I cant find her and she hung up when I called her." Rey let out a sigh.
"Yea," Trish giggled, "Uh, she said shell be here in a little while. Hey, why dont you come back here. Me and John and Reandy are just have a couple of drinks."
"Aight I'm comin." Rey hung up. Trish getting wasted. He wouldnt miss that for the world.
Back in Trish's hotel room, Where John and Trish were having a competition to see who could take the most shots of tequilla.
"come on Cena. Is that all? You cant take a couple of shots?" Trish teased.
"I've got my money on Stratus," Randy exclaimed. "Shes hardcore."
"Thanks man, I'm glad we're friends." John said sarcastically. Trish took a shot. John took a shot. It went like that back and forth until John passed out. Trish and Randy burst out laughing hysterically on the ground.
"Hey, I got an idea," Randy popped up, "Strip Poker" he winked.
"Hell, Why not. Its not like I'm gonna remember tomorrow."
Back to Mickie and Batista
"Where are you taking me?" Mickie cried as Batista dragged her down the street. It was dark by now and the street lights were on.
"I'm not tellin'" he smirked. Batista slipped his hand into Mickie's. "Here we are."
"Where is here?"
"This is the park I spent everyday at when I was a kid. When I needed to think or something, I would just walk around here."
"Its so. . . peaceful here."
"Thats Why I love it. Like now, when I have somehting on my mind, I come here and no one is here to bothere me."
They sat down on an old bench. "And what do you have on your mind?" Mickie questioned.
"Mickie, I think I'm fallin for you." Batista leaned in and kissed Mickie on the lips.
Trish's Hotel Room
Randy and Trish sat on the floor, both half naked in thier underwear, each with a handful of cards. Trish giggled drunkenly. She knew that she's had too much acohol.
"I got a straight, or at least I think. What do you got?" Randy inquired.
"Oh?"
"Take it off, baby."
There was a knock at the door. "Who is it?"
"ITs me, Rey,"
"come in. Its unlooucked." Trish's words slurred. When Rey walked in he didnt know what the hell was going on. "Hey babe. We're playin strip poker. Wanna join?"
Rey glanced at the empty liquor bottles scattered on the floor. John was passed out on the bed. What the hell happened here, Rey thought. Trish is drunk as fuck. We need to get her to bed.
"Trish its time to go to be. Randy go back to the room." Randy followed orders and left.
"Oh Yea papi." Trish reached for Rey but pushed her away.
"No thats not what I meant. Get off! I'm calling Mickie."
"What and ruin all the fun."
Rey took out his phone and dialed Mickie's number while he tried to keep Trish under control. "Mickie? You need to get here and get your sister under control now."
"why should I? I'm having a good time." Mickie glanced at BAtista.
"Trish is drunk and. . ." Mickie cut him off.
"TRish is drunk? I'll be there in a second. And just excuse her for whatever she does. She's not the same person." Mickie hung up and dragged Batista to the hotel