The doctor leaned over a sleeping Emily Hollings. He touched the gashes and brushed a curl from her face. "Poor girl," he sighed, and put a damp cloth on her head to keep her from over-heating.

She startled from her sleep and thrashed around violently for a second before going still. She shot a look at the doctor, and then around the room.

"…I'm okay?" she asked him.

"You're fine. We're gonna take care of you for a few days, alright?"

She nodded and went back to sleep.

Emily woke up to a small morning light, and sat up in her bed. A nurse was in the room tending to another patient. She turned around and saw Emily's eyes open.

"Welcome back to the real world sweetie," the nurse said, and walked over. She laid a hand on Em's bed. "You were asleep for two days you know. We thought you had gone into a coma."

"Two days?" she asked, except it didn't come out normal -- her voice was squeaky and throaty; in fact it was just about gone. It also hurt when she spoke.

"Lost your voice?" the nurse said. "I'll get you some water sweetie, hold on for a minute." She walked out of the room and Emily was alone again.

For some reason, now, she liked being alone.

- - -

The hospital let her out after six days of healing. Her face and arms were still swelled and red, with some scars, so she put on a black hoodie so no one could see her face well.

When she entered her home it was quiet and for some reason filthier then she remembered it. There were 5 messages on her answering machine, the first three from her brother, one from her friend Anna, and one from Larry Zybszko, who called her to say that he was sorry for the recent actions of the roster and he was going to do something about it ASAP.

She didn't return any of the calls, and because of that, she never received one for the rest of the day.

Emily had two dreams that night.

The first dream was of Emily's 8-year old sister, Amanda, playing with some dolls at the edge of a cliff. She looked up at Emily, who was crying because of who knows, and blinked.

"Why are you crying, Emily?" she asked, and James Mitchell walked up and pushed the little girl off the cliff.

Em shot upright in her bed, sweat coming down her forehead. She rubbed it off – it was just a dream, not real at all. Her sister was at home somewhere, sleeping peacefully. She must be dead lucky then, Em thought, and went back to sleep.

Her second dream was of her walking down a seemingly never-ending bridge in the rain. She walked right up into a man, who was standing at the edge of the bridge, looking out into the lake underneath. She stood next to him and did the same.

"Kind of nice isn't it?" He said, and turned his face towards her. He was exactly who Emily expected him to be in a dream – AJ Styles. He took her hand and they started down the bridge together. They weren't going anywhere, Em knew, because this was just a dream. But she never wanted to wake up again.

Somewhere along the way she got to humming the song she heard on the way home from the hospital; "Forever Yours" by Nightwish. It suited the environment quite well, she thought, and began singing the actual words.

Whatever walks in my heart,

Will walk alone.

Constant longing for the perfect soul,

Unwashed scenery forever gone.

No love left in me,

No eyes to see the heaven beside me.

My time is yet to come,

So I'll be forever yours.

AJ pulled her close to his chest. "You have a beautiful voice," he said, "keep singing."

Being a fairly short song, she just sung the chorus over and over again, while walking down the endless road in front of her.

AJ stopped and got out in front of her. He gave her a quick hug and said, "You know this isn't real, right?" A shiver ran through her body, but she ignored it and smiled.

"Yeah, I know."

Then he just vanished.

She let out a small sob, crumbled down to the ground, and looked up at the dim, raining sky above. The lovely voice echoed in her head as she faded to black…

Whatever walks in my heart,

Will walk alone.

- - -

Meanwhile, AJ himself was falling apart.

He couldn't believe Emily. Everything she said to him could've been a lie. While the guys' actions were a little severe on her, how could she deceive TNA like that? And for what? A little money? All she could've done is ask TNA for a raise. She should probably just go to WWE if she cared so much about money, anyway.

But, there was a part inside him that would miss her. There was a part inside him that felt sorry for her, and there was a part inside him that simply couldn't hurt her.

There was a part inside him that still loved her.

He wanted to see her again someday, he realized. He wanted to hold on to her again, to make sure she was okay. The best for that girl right now, well at least to his opinion, is to leave TNA because there was no way she could hide from the roster forever. They were going to keep attacking her, doing the sickest things possible, building up so much fatigue and emotional trauma that it's guaranteed she'll just fall to the floor dead within a month.

When he got home from a TNA event that evening, he called her home phone.

Nobody answered. He called two more times. Still no answer.

He tried one more time, and gave up. She must be out somewhere, and although he knew her cell phone number, he didn't call. He didn't want to bother her with whatever she was doing.

In the middle of the night, Emily called him.

"Em?" he said into the phone, rubbing his eyes tiredly. "Why are you calling me right now? Did you get my calls?"

"I'm starting to have dreams about you," she said, "I miss you."

"You know I miss you too, but you need to wait before we can see each other again. You need to pull yourself together first."

"I can't put my life back together unless you're going to help me," she said, starting to cry. "I want to come to TNA without getting hurt."

"Don't come to TNA, please," he said. "We can see each other again someday, I swear, but right now you need a break from everything. You need a vacation, or some time with your family, but don't come to another TNA event 'til you're at least healed. These guys are ruthless, Em, they'll never forgive and they'll never forget. Until you think you're ready, don't come back. I love you and you know I do. But right now is a bad time to be calling - it's two in the morning. Goodnight."

Then he hung up.

Emily went into such a crying and shrieking fit that a neighbor called the police.

When they arrived, she was simply in her bed sleeping soundly.