Chapter 30: Shaken

John and Trish sat around in the waiting room as Randy was pacing back and forth. Stacy had been escorted up to the psychiatric ward and Nikki had been placed in ER. The Interns have a story that Nikki has internal bleeding, and the Residents have a theory that Nikki had something going wrong inside her body.

Duh stupids... Why do you think she's here in the first place? Damnit. Randy thought.

They waited for what seemed like hours, and no answer from Nikki or Stacy. John had left for the cafeteria for food, and Trish had dozed off. Randy couldn't sleep, eat or even sit down. He was worried about her. Randy saw a doctor and rushed to him.

"I'm looking for Ms. Keibler, I would like to know how she is progressing." Randy begged calmly.

The doctor studied his chart. "Ah… yes. Ms. Keibler. She's doing fine, apparently she was just on an emotional breakdown."

Randy frowned. He thanked him and resumed pacing. Trish heard and talked to the doctor.

"But isn't emotional breakdown part of pregnancy?" Trish asked the doctor.

"Yes… Pregnancy?" The doctor looked at his charts one again. "Ms. Stacy Keibler isn't pregnant."

"WHAT!" Trish and Randy yelled. John had echoed along as he turned around the corner. "ISN'T PREGNANT!" They yelled again.

The doctor had ducked for cover from the blow of the three physically fit humans. "Yes… she's not pregnant."

Randy had turned red with fury. He stood by the door of the emergency room.

Trish cooled down. John was munching on a burrito. "John, will you quit thinking about your stupid nitwitted stomach at a time like this!" Trish snatched the burrito and threw it into the garbage can.

"… That cost me 4.50 woman…" He sat back down as he mumbled.

Trish sat down next to him and looked at Randy. The doctor was still there.

"So there isn't any other Ms. Keibler on your chart?" Randy asked once more.

"No sir. All I have is a Miss Stacy Keibler." The doctor said.

"She's ok though?" Trish asked.

"Yes." The doctor said. He stranded them alone.

Randy tried to stare past the translucent glass on the door. He really wanted to know if she was OK. He began to weep.

A woman and a man were sitting not far from Trish and John. The woman had seen Randy weeping, and she whispered to the man beside her, "That wasn't the SHE he was looking for."

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Next Morning…

Trish, John and Randy made a temporary "camp out" at the hospital that night. They called the WWE Offices to inform them that the five of them can't make it back to work for at least a week. Randy still wasn't able to sleep. He really wanted to know if she was OK. Suddenly, a glimmer of hope came by.

"Is there anyone here that knows a Miss Nicole Melanie Keibler?" An intern asked.

Randy stood up. "I know. In fact," Randy woke Trish up, and Trish slapped John in the face to wake up. "We do."

The intern laughed. She walked up to them. "Hello, I'm Dr. Stevens. Miss Keibler is doing well now, she still is sparking out blood, but less amounts than before. I suggest that we talk about this upstairs with her, so she knows what's going on."

Randy was the first one to reach the elevator. He got in, closed the door, but had to open the door again because he had no knowledge of the floor number. Once they al got in, Randy was told that she was on floor number 5, so Randy punched in 5 and waited impatiently.

John was looking around at the lights in the elevator and was humming to the elevator music.

Trish scoffed. "You know this music?"

"Yeahp. Yo Yo Ma." John replied.

"What? How could you know Yo Yo Ma and I don't?" Trish asked.

"If it says Yo, or Yo' Ma, I know it." John arrogantly said.

They had reached the floor and Randy came running out. He ran about 1000 feet from them then had to run back again.

"What's the room number?" Randy asked breathlessly.

"574." Dr. Stevens replied.

Randy rushed to find room 574. He found it and saw Nikki sleeping on the bed. Randy rushed to her side and began to cry.

"Chill, sir. She's just taking a nap." Dr. Stevens replied. "She'll wake up."

Soon enough, she did wake up. The face she first was Randy's. He was holding her hand the whole time.

Dr. Stevens noticed. "And I take you sir to be the boyfriend?"

"… I wish." Randy mumbled.

"Anyway, good morning sleepyhead!" Dr. Stevens greeted Nikki.

Nikki looked down. "Mornin' doctor."

"Ok, everyone grab a seat. I might take a while." Dr. Stevens said.

John snickered. "This feels like story time back in those kinder years."

"Oh shut up John." Trish hushed.

"Now, I need to know, is there any type of activity where Nicole's lover abdomen is targeted?" She asked.

"Exercising." John said.

"Wrestling." Trish replied.

"How long has she been wrestling?" She asked.

"For about 4 years now." Randy answered.

She wrote down something on her clipboard. "Has this ever happened before?"

"No." All four simultaneously said.

"Hmm.." Dr. Stevens said. "There is nothing wrong with her internal organs other than an infection. This infection can be simply treated by rest. If she continues to over work, especially in wrestling, she may cause permanent damage to her internal organs."

Cricket, cricket.

"Exercising is OK. That does no harm to the body if done correctly." Dr. Stevens added.

Nikki spoke up. "So you mean I have to…"

"… Stop wrestling." Dr. Stevens finished for her.

Everyone turned to look at Nikki. She had tears in her eyes. Her tears ran down her ruby red cheeks then down her hospital gown.

Dr. Stevens inhaled. "I can release you today, but I am forbidding you to stop wrestling for the meantime to let your infections heal. After then you must decide whether you would like to continue doing whatever you're doing now, or start pursuing a career elsewhere." She left the room.

John had begun eating Nikki's breakfast. "So watcha gon' do?" He mumbled.

"Stop John, that's for Nikki." Trish scolded.

"It's OK, I'm not in the mood right now." Nikki exhaled.

"You want to go today?" Trish asked.

Nikki nodded. "But I need rest. I also need time to think about this situation." Nikki snatched the orange juice, as John was about to reach for it. "Mine! Where's Stacy?"

"Hey everyone!" Someone walked into the room.

Randy had been so thrilled that Nikki was well that he had forgotten about his lying, deceiving "girlfriend". "Shit… psycho is back." He muttered angrily.

"What?" Nikki whispered.

Trish grinned evilly. "Are you OK now?"

"Yeah, I think this whole thing about being pregnant has given my brain come sort of breakdown or something." Stacy quickly replied.

"But—" John started. Trish had stuffed his mouth with bread.

"Eat that for now. Keep your mouth shut." Trish whispered. She turned her attention to Stacy. "How's the baby?"

As soon as Randy heard this, he knew where Trish was going. She wanted her to admit her mistake to everyone.

"The baby's doing great." Stacy held her stomach. "Oooh! It just kicked!"

Trish scowled. Nikki smiled. Randy placed his head in his hands. John continued to eat.

Stacy noticed Trish. "What is it now? What is it now that is making you hate me right this moment?"

Trish looked at Nikki. Nikki shrugged her shoulders. Randy turned red with fury.

Nikki sat up straighter. "Huh? Is there something that all of you know that I don't know?"

Trish looked at Nikki. "You don't know about…" Trish pointed to Stacy.

Nikki shook her head. "What happened?"

"You're not pregnant are you Stacy?" Randy began.

She didn't reply. Not even a stutter. She looked helplessly at Nikki. Nikki looked at Randy. He was steaming mad, as if smoke was going to come out of his ears any moment from anger.

"Answer me Stacy." Randy commanded.

Tears began to run down Stacy's cheeks.

Nikki was astounded. "You aren't are you?"

There was still no reply.

"I think we'll leave the "family" here to talk." Trish pulled John out of the seat. "Let's go hungry man. Let's get you a decent breakfast." They left the room.

Soon enough Nikki's anger started to build up inside her.

"I was…" She finally spoke.

"SHIT!" Randy yelled. Randy started cursing out loud around the room and Trish had to run up to close the door. It was obvious Miss Nosy was standing outside listening. Stacy began saying "I'm sorry" over and over and over. Then the two started arguing, and Trish and John came in to try and stop the argument. Soon enoughthe whole room was covered with yelling and arguing. Nikki was upset, angry, andall of her anger wringed up inside her, and momentarily everything in her world blacked out.

The heart monitor had started and flat, ominous tone.