The sunlight that was peaking through the curtains was enough to wake Dave up. Quietly and slowly Dave got out of the hospital bed and stretched his long limbs out. For some reason, Dave watched Whitney sleep and noted to himself that Whitney muttered little comments in her sleep. Whitney started to stir and wake up.

"Morning, babe." said Dave as he pulled a chair as close to the bed as he could.

"Mornin'." replied Whitney.

"What are you doing up this early?" asked Dave as he got up and kissed Whitney's forehead.

"You were keeping me warm with your body heat." answered Whitney.

Before Dave or Whitney could say anymore, Chris walked in with Amy. Chris shot a dirty look at Dave and then pulled the chair away from the bed.

"What the hell is your problem, Christopher?'" asked Whitney angrily.

"I didn't like how close he was to you. And don't ever call me Christopher unless you want me to slap you." answered Chris.

"Chris, I'm an adult. I don't need to be told want I can and can't do and I don't need my brother threatening to slap me or move my boyfriend away from me." said Whitney getting frustrated to a point where she was shaking with anger.

"Sweet girl he's just trying to protect you." said Amy trying to calm Whitney down.

"I know Ames, but he doesn't have to treat me like a child. Maybe if he treated me like an adult maybe he would get a better response outta me." replied Whitney.

"I admit it, I do treat you like a child because when I look at you, I see the little girl who would come running to me when she skinned her knee and wanted me to put a band-aid on it or had trouble with someone at school or just because she didn't feel loved enough or wanted to have a friend when she and Grace got into a fight and she needed a shoulder to cry on. I should just open my eyes and actually see the beautiful young woman that is right in front of me that was the little girl that I knew. Just so you know I don't do the things that I do, to be mean but because I love you and don't want to see you hurt again." said Chris sitting on the end of the bed.

"Chris, I know that you love me and are trying to protect me but how am I supposed to learn how to take care of myself if you keep coming to rescue me." said Whitney.

Just then the doctor came in to talk to Whitney about her surgery.

"Ms. Benoit, this surgery is nothing to worry about. All we're gonna do is repair ligament that you tore, the surgery won't take to long. And like I told you last night, you will be out of work for a few months. Do you have any questions?" said the doctor.

"Will I be able to work by May 1sst?" asked Whitney.

The doctor looked at Whitney. "I would like to give you the answer you're hoping for Ms. Benoit, but quite frankly I'm just not sure." he replied.

Whitney sighed. True, she had hoped the doctor would tell her that she would be cleared to get back in the ring, but she also deep down knew there was slight possibility that she wouldn't be cleared in time for Backlash. "Thank you for at least being honest with me doc." she said.

With that, the doctor left Whitney, Dave, Chris and Amy to finish talking.

"I know that the doctor said it's nothing to worry about but I can't help but be a little worried, you know. I mean what if something goes wrong or the doctor screws up…." said Whitney almost ranting.

"Relax honey, nothing is going to go wrong. I heard that the doctor who is going to do your surgery is the best." said Amy in a calming voice.

"I wish I didn't have to have surgery." pouted Whitney.

"Well it's your fault, you moved your knee the wrong way. So quit your bitchin'." said Chris patting his sister on the leg.

Just then Jay came in with Grace. Whitney looked at her friend and smiled. Grace walked over and gave Whitney a hug and then lightly hitting Chris upside the head.

"What the hell was that for?" asked Chris.

"Just felt like hitting ya, ass monkey." answered Grace.

"When do you go in for surgery?" asked Jay.

Before Whitney could answer, a nurse came in and said it was time for Whitney to go down for surgery. Two orderlies wheeled Whitney down to the O.R and after the nurse put Whitney under, she remembered nothing. Whitney thought she could hear someone say her name and she thought she saw a white light and the first thing that she thought was she was dead. Then someone again said her name but this time it was a little louder. Whitney opened her eyes and looked up and saw a young doctor looking at her eyes.

"How you feelin'?" asked the doctor.

"OK. A little tired. Where am I?" replied Whitney.

"You're back in the hospital room that you were in before. Now on a scale of 0 to 10 rate your pain in your knee." responded the doctor.

"9 ½." said Whitney.

"OK." replied the doctor as he gave Whitney a shot of morphine. After being given the shot, Whitney fell back to sleep.