To Be Saved
(11/?)
Written by: Jen
E-mail: hopefalls2003yahoo.com
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Drama/Angst/Romance Characters: Victoria, Randy Orton, Batista/Dawn Marie, Brock Lesnar, Paul
Wight Disclaimer: I do not own any of the WWE characters, storylines, etc... nor am
I affiliated with the WWE or Titan Sports in any way.
Distribution: Please ask first :-D
--------------
"I should call Randy." Brock trailed off slowly as he sat, not so patiently in the waiting room, awaiting some news on Lisa and her condition. His thumbs rubbed his temples with an almost violent strength, trying to calm his nerves.
"Don't." Paul sent him a warning glance, seating himself heavily beside Brock. With a sigh, he turned the television that was playing quietly in the background off, his eyes landing on Brock once again. "Don't call Randy, alright? He's the last person that we need to see up here. He's the last person that Lis needs to see."
"How so? I mean, it happened in their hotel room. As much as I can't stand the asshole for coming into Lisa's life and breaking us up... I think she might need him more than any of us."
"No!" Paul sighed heavily at his outburst, running his hands over his face. "We can't let Randy see her, man." He spoke quietly, his voice carrying a low tone, trying to keep his emotions under control.
"I don't get it." Brock frowned slowly, a look of confusion and misunderstanding crossing his features.
"It came to my attention recently, that..." Paul blinked back his anger. "Randy, he's been hurting Lis."
Brock felt a jolt course through his body, immediately at attention. "Hurting... hurting how?"
Paul's features hardened at the thought. "He's been hitting her. That bastard has been abusing her!" He hissed lowly. "And for putting that jackass in his place, I spent the night in the county jail."
"Jesus Christ..." Brock cursed, rising to his feet, searching wildly for something to impale his fist through. He wanted so badly to have Randy there so he could pummel his face. But he settled for the next best thing, and with all his strength he slammed his fist into the wall of the nearly empty waiting room.
"Miss Varon?" Lisa lifted her head off of the pillow, her eyes resting on those of her nurse, Evelyn.
"Yeah?" She replied, lifting her head off of the pillow slightly, a small groan escaping her lips.
"There are some people here to visit you. Is it alright if I send them in one at a time?"
Lisa closed her eyes for a moment, glad that the pain medication had taken some effect. "Yeah, you can send them in..." She spoke quietly, her fingers gripping at the sheet, so as to keep their nervous shaking to a minimum.
Lisa exhaled heavily, her eyes closing as she waited for someone to enter her room. She had a sinking feeling that it would be Randy... and that Randy would be angry with her for having been sent to the hospital.
Suddenly, her forehead creased and she was clouded with confusion. Who had sent her to the hospital... who had found her? She knew that Randy had left her, bloodied and on the verge of unconsciousness, but after that, everything seemed to blur together.
"Lis, Jesus..." Lisa's eyes raised slowly to meet the eyes of Paul. And quickly, she averted her eyes so as not to look at him. She had promised Randy she'd have nothing to do with him. Nothing. And here he was, standing in her hospital room. "God, what happened?"
"Go."
"I don't know why I'm asking what happened. I know what happened. I don't get how you can just let—"
"Go."
"Lis..."
"I said go, damn it, Paul! Can you not hear me?" She tried shouting, and winced, allowing her head to fall back onto the pillow, shutting her eyes tightly.
"Are you angry at me? What did I do that was so wrong?"
Lisa bit down on her lip, shaking her head slowly as she felt her tears fighting to surface and fall down her cheeks. "You didn't do anything."
"Then please tell me why I'm being punished? Tell me why you're pushing me away and now the man that... the man that..." His forehead creased as he studied her, the bruises, the dried cuts.
"The man that what?" Lisa's eyes opened after a moment, her eyes landing on his.
"The man that abused you."
"Get out, Paul. Go, alright?"
"No, I'm not just gonna go and make you pushing me out of your life that much easier. I left once, and look what happened because of that. You're laying in a hospital bed for God's sake!"
"So who are you blaming for this, Paul?" Her eyes narrowed on him, trying to focus as her head began to throb again.
"I'm blaming that asshole that claims to love you. I'm blaming Randy Orton!"
"I want him."
"What?"
"You heard me, Paul. Please." Lisa pleaded quietly, her eyes landing on his. "I just want to see Randy, can you do that for me?"
Paul bit back his anger, knowing deep down that it wasn't Lisa's fault that she wanted him. It was as though his colleague had put her under a spell. And she just kept walking back into his trap, back into the arms of the man she loved.
And she always came out hurt.
"I already called him." Paul sighed, as though in defeat, his eyes landing on hers. "He said he couldn't make it yet, he was busy. He'd stop by when he got the chance."
Lisa nodded silently, her eyes showing what was obviously hurt. She was hurt because the man that had caused her a spot on the hospital bed wouldn't be coming to visit him. Paul didn't know if it was just him, but that sounded twisted.
"Thanks..." Lisa spoke quietly, wiping at her tears with the back of her hand.
Paul nodded. "I love you, Lisa." He spoke softly before turning on his heel and starting for the door, his hand on the knob. As he turned the knob, her soft and tired voice reached him.
"Thank you for caring enough to bring me to the hospital."
Paul paused, running a hand through his short locks before turning around to face her. "That's the thing, Lis, I didn't bring you here."
"Then, who?"
"I'll send him in." And with that, Paul left the room, leaving a clueless Lisa alone. She had no clue who the man that would be entering her hospital room would be, and in all reality he was the last person that she would ever expect to be standing by her bedside.
But the question remained, who would walk through that door... and how much did he know?
(11/?)
Written by: Jen
E-mail: hopefalls2003yahoo.com
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Drama/Angst/Romance Characters: Victoria, Randy Orton, Batista/Dawn Marie, Brock Lesnar, Paul
Wight Disclaimer: I do not own any of the WWE characters, storylines, etc... nor am
I affiliated with the WWE or Titan Sports in any way.
Distribution: Please ask first :-D
--------------
"I should call Randy." Brock trailed off slowly as he sat, not so patiently in the waiting room, awaiting some news on Lisa and her condition. His thumbs rubbed his temples with an almost violent strength, trying to calm his nerves.
"Don't." Paul sent him a warning glance, seating himself heavily beside Brock. With a sigh, he turned the television that was playing quietly in the background off, his eyes landing on Brock once again. "Don't call Randy, alright? He's the last person that we need to see up here. He's the last person that Lis needs to see."
"How so? I mean, it happened in their hotel room. As much as I can't stand the asshole for coming into Lisa's life and breaking us up... I think she might need him more than any of us."
"No!" Paul sighed heavily at his outburst, running his hands over his face. "We can't let Randy see her, man." He spoke quietly, his voice carrying a low tone, trying to keep his emotions under control.
"I don't get it." Brock frowned slowly, a look of confusion and misunderstanding crossing his features.
"It came to my attention recently, that..." Paul blinked back his anger. "Randy, he's been hurting Lis."
Brock felt a jolt course through his body, immediately at attention. "Hurting... hurting how?"
Paul's features hardened at the thought. "He's been hitting her. That bastard has been abusing her!" He hissed lowly. "And for putting that jackass in his place, I spent the night in the county jail."
"Jesus Christ..." Brock cursed, rising to his feet, searching wildly for something to impale his fist through. He wanted so badly to have Randy there so he could pummel his face. But he settled for the next best thing, and with all his strength he slammed his fist into the wall of the nearly empty waiting room.
"Miss Varon?" Lisa lifted her head off of the pillow, her eyes resting on those of her nurse, Evelyn.
"Yeah?" She replied, lifting her head off of the pillow slightly, a small groan escaping her lips.
"There are some people here to visit you. Is it alright if I send them in one at a time?"
Lisa closed her eyes for a moment, glad that the pain medication had taken some effect. "Yeah, you can send them in..." She spoke quietly, her fingers gripping at the sheet, so as to keep their nervous shaking to a minimum.
Lisa exhaled heavily, her eyes closing as she waited for someone to enter her room. She had a sinking feeling that it would be Randy... and that Randy would be angry with her for having been sent to the hospital.
Suddenly, her forehead creased and she was clouded with confusion. Who had sent her to the hospital... who had found her? She knew that Randy had left her, bloodied and on the verge of unconsciousness, but after that, everything seemed to blur together.
"Lis, Jesus..." Lisa's eyes raised slowly to meet the eyes of Paul. And quickly, she averted her eyes so as not to look at him. She had promised Randy she'd have nothing to do with him. Nothing. And here he was, standing in her hospital room. "God, what happened?"
"Go."
"I don't know why I'm asking what happened. I know what happened. I don't get how you can just let—"
"Go."
"Lis..."
"I said go, damn it, Paul! Can you not hear me?" She tried shouting, and winced, allowing her head to fall back onto the pillow, shutting her eyes tightly.
"Are you angry at me? What did I do that was so wrong?"
Lisa bit down on her lip, shaking her head slowly as she felt her tears fighting to surface and fall down her cheeks. "You didn't do anything."
"Then please tell me why I'm being punished? Tell me why you're pushing me away and now the man that... the man that..." His forehead creased as he studied her, the bruises, the dried cuts.
"The man that what?" Lisa's eyes opened after a moment, her eyes landing on his.
"The man that abused you."
"Get out, Paul. Go, alright?"
"No, I'm not just gonna go and make you pushing me out of your life that much easier. I left once, and look what happened because of that. You're laying in a hospital bed for God's sake!"
"So who are you blaming for this, Paul?" Her eyes narrowed on him, trying to focus as her head began to throb again.
"I'm blaming that asshole that claims to love you. I'm blaming Randy Orton!"
"I want him."
"What?"
"You heard me, Paul. Please." Lisa pleaded quietly, her eyes landing on his. "I just want to see Randy, can you do that for me?"
Paul bit back his anger, knowing deep down that it wasn't Lisa's fault that she wanted him. It was as though his colleague had put her under a spell. And she just kept walking back into his trap, back into the arms of the man she loved.
And she always came out hurt.
"I already called him." Paul sighed, as though in defeat, his eyes landing on hers. "He said he couldn't make it yet, he was busy. He'd stop by when he got the chance."
Lisa nodded silently, her eyes showing what was obviously hurt. She was hurt because the man that had caused her a spot on the hospital bed wouldn't be coming to visit him. Paul didn't know if it was just him, but that sounded twisted.
"Thanks..." Lisa spoke quietly, wiping at her tears with the back of her hand.
Paul nodded. "I love you, Lisa." He spoke softly before turning on his heel and starting for the door, his hand on the knob. As he turned the knob, her soft and tired voice reached him.
"Thank you for caring enough to bring me to the hospital."
Paul paused, running a hand through his short locks before turning around to face her. "That's the thing, Lis, I didn't bring you here."
"Then, who?"
"I'll send him in." And with that, Paul left the room, leaving a clueless Lisa alone. She had no clue who the man that would be entering her hospital room would be, and in all reality he was the last person that she would ever expect to be standing by her bedside.
But the question remained, who would walk through that door... and how much did he know?
