A/N: lol. Don't worry, Trish's injury is nothing serious. Just wanted to scare you readers. Ha. Anyway, I decided to make Trish hurt in attempt to bring her closer to you know who (but who exactly? lol)...and it'll make sense later on. So R&R and thanks again for the reviews. You guys rock!

Chapter 9

"I'm With You"

The following morning, faint sunlight begins to appear in the windows of the hospital room as Trish Stratus starts to flutter her eyes, struggling to open them as the light gets inside. After what appears to be long hours of sleep, she finds herself staring fixedly at the ceiling, unaware of her surroundings as she could feel the throbbing pain ached from her neck and onto her back. Trish shifts her eyes around the room, trying to figure out where and how she got there till she came to a realization that she's placed in the hospital. While staying in the same position, a grunt escaped from her lips as she could feel the weight of someone's hand placed over hers. Slowly, the blonde diva turns to the side and finds her best friend Amy sleeping peacefully on an arm chair with a blanket over her. She then carefully lifts her neck up to see who it was that's holding her hand. A smile crept over her face as the masculine figure rested his head on her bedside. "Randy…"

The young wrestler slowly begins to raise his head up as soon as he felt a tight squeeze on his hand. Rubbing his eyes, a groan escaped from his lips as he looks up and noticed Trish staring directly at him. "Trish…" He breathes heavily as he moved closer to her still holding onto her hand and not letting go. Amy all of a sudden wakes up, her eyes growing wider now that Trish is awake.

"Trish!" Amy scurries to her feet as she stood right beside her, taking her other hand. "Are you okay?"

The blonde blinks a few times and smiles at her two best friends looking down on her, "Yeah I think so." She grunted in pain as she sits upright on the bed. "What happened?"

"Well you lost your title." Amy playfully smirks allowing Trish to let out a small chuckle.

"Gee, thanks. But why am I here?"

"You don't remember?"

There was a small pause as Trish thinks for a bit. "Okay all I know is that I got beat up pretty bad. And everything else after that is just a blur…"

"Well the doctors said it's nothing serious. But you're going to be out for awhile."

"What!" Trish immediately jolted up from bed and began groaning in pain as the soreness on her back and neck kicks in. Randy and Amy immediately urge her to stay back in bed.

"Be careful now. The doctors say you suffered a minor back and neck injury so it's going to be sore for about a week." Randy informs her. "Oh and when you landed, you somehow sprang your ankle."

Trish tilts her head back and grunted out of frustration. "So how long will I be out for?"

"They said two months."

"Two months!" The blonde diva shrieks in disbelief as Randy and Amy exchange worried looks. "Why? It's just a sore back and neck."

"But your ankle--"

"Amy, it's not even broken." Trish argues back stubbornly. "It doesn't take two months for it to heal!"

"Calm down, Trish." Randy smirks amused by Trish's sudden temper. He admired Trish for her commitment and dedication to the business. It was obvious to him how much Trish hated being away from work, especially being away from her fans. "It's not the end of the world."

"The doctor said you're going to have to go through rehab and training till they feel it's safe for you to wrestle." Amy adds.

Trish grunts reluctantly at the thought as she pulls her head back and deeply sighs. Just then Amy's cell phone rang. While her entrance theme music plays, Amy scrambles for her phone as she excused herself and leaves the room to answer it. Randy and Trish were now alone in the room as awkward silence fell upon them.

"Well this really sucks," Trish mumbled as she heaves another depressing sigh.

Randy then frowns on her behalf. "Look at in the bright side." He thought positively. "Think of it as a well deserved break."

She slightly chuckles. "Yeah, you're probably right. I can definitely use the break."

"There you go." Her male best friend grinned at her. "See it all works out. I'm always here for you, Trish." This made her smile. She couldn't help, but notice how adorable Randy looked at the moment despite the sleepiness in his eyes. Trish felt lucky to have a best friend like Randy who she can count on, who cared so much about her— someone who she could trust and confide in just as she is with her diva friends. Ever since her break up with Jeff and Chris, Randy has always been there for her. Although when Randy first arrived in the WWE, he and Trish weren't exactly close. In fact, they didn't get along till of course he heard about what happened between Trish and Chris…and learned more about her history with Jeff Hardy. Randy became one of the people who were there for Trish—who was willing to help her get through the painful breakup that affected her wrestling abilities in the ring and caused her to arrive late between shows, almost forcing Vince McMahon to fire her but luckily it didn't get that far. During the healing process, Trish and Randy developed a good friendship that eventually led to something more that only Adam and Amy had knowledge of. But sadly, after a few months of dating, Trish had to end it and till this very day…Randy can't seem to get over it…nor understand why she even did it. He was happy and Trish was the best thing that ever happened to him. But it saddens him that Trish didn't feel the same way.

Randy's gaze remained fixated on Trish when suddenly Amy enters the room, causing them to break the contact as their eyes shifts towards the redhead. "The girls are coming. And there are people that want to see you, Trish."

The blonde smiles, "Okay invite them in."

"Will do." Amy opens the door and gestures a few of the WWE Raw superstars to come inside. Trish follows their gazes as John, Adam, Dave, Chris Masters, and Kurt walks inside the room.

"How you feeling?" Kurt was the first to walk up to Trish as he places 'Get Well Soon' and happy face balloons next to her hospital bed.

"Like shit." She responds as the two exchange a warm hug. "Thanks for coming."

"You're finally awake!" Chris Maters and Dave were up next as they each gave the Canadian bombshell a hug and a 'Get Well Soon' teddy bear.

Trish smiles in awed, accepting their gifts with appreciation. "You guys are so sweet; you didn't have to give me any of this."

"I know, but we wanted to." Chris smiles sincerely.

"Your match last night was awesome," Batista added, "despite your loss…and your injury."

She chuckled. "Thanks, but I will get that title back." Trish says winking at Amy who was standing at the foot of the bed as the redhead shot her a dirty look.

"You had it forever, Trish." Amy responds with a malicious smirk. "It's Lita's time alright."

"Oh once I make my return, you'll bet your ass I'll be coming after you." Just then Adam coyly appears from behind Dave as he kneels forward to give Trish a peck on the cheek. Amy raises an eyebrow skeptically, noticing how ill at ease her boyfriend looked.

"I'm sorry." He sincerely apologizes. "It's all my fault…"

Trish groans, rolling her eyes in disagreement. "Adam, it's definitely not your fault. It's no one's fault. Well perhaps John's fault since he didn't really save me like he was supposed to." Cena's mouth fell open in surprise, allowing Trish to let out a chuckle. "No, I'm kidding." She turns her gaze back at the concern Adam. "Shit happens."

"Damn," Kurt muttered all of a sudden as he checked a text message from his cell phone. "Vince wants to meet with me back at the hotel." He pursed his lips and shoves the phone back inside the pockets if his black windbreakers. "Aw screw it."

"What? You have to go." Trish urges the Olympic gold medalist standing beside her. "It's probably important."

"What's more important than this?"

She groans irritably. "Just go, Kurt. I'm well taken care of." Trish reassures him with a smile as she looks around the room. Momentarily, a female nurse walks inside as all eyes turn to her. She stood there for a brief moment with her eyebrows raised in disappointment.

"There are way too many of you in here." She informs them seriously. "I'm afraid we only allow two visitors at a time. So please…the rest of you must leave." The nurse opens the door as a few of them in the room started grunting unwillingly. One by one Dave, Chris, Kurt, and Adam begin walking out the door waving to Trish before exiting.

"We'll be outside."

The former woman's champion turns her gaze over to Amy, Randy, and John who stayed behind. "One of you must go," the nurse says as Randy reluctantly rises up from Trish's bedside and headed out the door.

"I'll be outside." The self-proclaimed legend killer leans forward and gives the Canadian bombshell a peck on the cheek. Amy watches on from the side and smiles.

"Go back to the hotel, Randy." Trish encourages him to, noticing the fatigue look on his face. "And get some rest. Tell the others too. I'm totally taken care of. Right, nurse?"

The female Caucasian nurse, who appears to be middle aged and decent looking, smiled at Trish's direction, "Of course, Miss. Stratus." She responds after jotting a few things down on the clipboard she was holding. "Your friends have nothing to worry about."

"See," Trish flashes Randy a reassuring smile. "Get some rest, Randy. And you too, Amy."

Defeated, he nodded his head in agreement. "If you insist, Trish but I'm coming back later tonight."

The blonde nods her head, "Okay." After one last hug Randy turns around and noticed John Cena still standing by the door, carrying a bouquet of roses. While making his way towards the exit, Randy glances over at his male best friend and winks, allowing John to roll his eyes. It was now Cena and Lita inside the room with Trish and the nurse, who was on the opposite side of the room looking over charts as silence fell upon them.

"These are for you, Trish." John Cena finally walks up to her bed, handing the blonde the flowers.

Trish accepts them with a small smile, "Thanks, John." She puts them under her nose to smell its wonderful, refreshing scent before putting it aside.

"So how are you holding up?" He asks while taking the seat Randy occupied earlier.

Trish deeply sighs. "I feel really sore, but other than that I feel bummed out that I won't be in the ring for two months."

John frowns on her behalf. "Look, I know you have to go through rehab and training but just so you know…I'd be willing to help you out in the gym or whatever." Trish looks past John and finds Amy grinning at her widely from behind him. She avoids her gaze and weakly smiles.

"That's nice of you, John."

He too smiles in return. "Well, I have to go meet up with Vince back in the hotel after his meeting with Kurt. I just received a text message from him, something about our storyline." Trish furrowed her eyebrows. "Now that you'll be out for awhile, he must have something else planned for me."

"Okay, well I guess I'll see you around then."

John nods his head as he finally rises up to his feet. "I'll come by later today to check up on you."

"Don't bother. I'll be fine." She reassures him. "Just get some sleep. Don't you have a few autograph sessions to go to today and tomorrow?"

John just shrugged his shoulders. "That don't matter. Besides, thinking of you anyway would keep me awake." Amy's mouth fell open in surprise. Cena could feel Trish's eyes staring right back at him in utter bewilderment. It wasn't supposed to come out the way it did, and it only made John feel embarrassed when he realized that Amy was still in the room. He averts from Trish's gaze and adjusted his cap in an uneasy gesture. "I meant that since you're here in the hospital…" John pauses in mid-sentenced nervously, "You know I'm a really caring guy, Trish and since I was involved in last night's match…I find myself at fault with what happened…" he stammers tensely while drawing a few nervous gulps, "you know it's going to bug me for awhile and I probably won't get enough of sleep because of it." Amy rolls her eyes. 'What a lame cover' she thought amusingly.

"No need to explain, John." Trish stops him from going any further. Amy's lips slightly parted. 'And she falls for it?' The redhead thought disappointingly to herself. "I get what you're saying and you shouldn't blame yourself for it. Like I said, it's no one's fault."

"Yeah, but I still feel guilty about it"

"Don't be." Trish grunted. "That's just how the storyline goes."

John timidly nods his head as he begins making his way out the door. "Bye, Amy." He turns back around and smiles at the blonde. "Take it easy, Trish."

As soon as John Cena left the room, followed by Trish's nurse who needed to check up on her other patients, Amy immediately sat next to Trish on the bed with a wide grin plastered all over her face. "Oh my God," she shrieks excitedly as Trish gives her an odd stare, "he is so into you!"

Trish rolled her eyes, "Just because he cares doesn't mean he's into me."

"Can you stop denying it already?" Amy scoffs impatiently. "John Cena has the hots for you." Trish averts from the redhead's gaze and sighs.

"Don't you have like an interview thing to go to?" She asks, annoyed with Amy and her assumptions.

"You can't get rid of me that easily, Trish." A grin suddenly crossed Amy's face. "What other proof do you need?"

"What about the insults he made about me? Huh? Do you count that?"

"It's called flirting, Trish." The blonde groans despondently as Amy smirks at her direction, "Now the question is…do you like him?"

A/N: Dun. Dun. Dun. lol.