To Be Saved

(13/?)

"Shhh." Dawn Marie warned Dave quietly, her forehead creasing as she ran a hand through her hair. Glancing over her shoulder slowly she noticed her friend sleeping uncomfortably on the extra bed in her hotel room. Stepping out of the hotel room and into the hallway with Dave, she closed the door quietly behind herself.

"How is she?" The large man asked, nodding towards the door behind Dawn. It had been several days since Lisa's attack and she'd only been sent home from the hospital the night before. After a long night the brunette had finally dozed off to sleep—only an hour or two prior to her standing here now with Dave. She was uncomfortable all the time, always in pain and Dawn only wished that there was something more that she could do for her. She'd insisted that Lisa stay with her despite her arguments. Despite her stating that she should be with Randy.

How could she insist that she go back to Randy when he'd been the one that had caused her to be in the condition that she was in? Dawn knew plenty about love, about bad relationships. She'd had her share. But staying with an abusive man knowing that he isn't ever going to change, knowing that the bruises would keep coming… she didn't know how, or rather why Lisa would subject herself to it. Especially when she had so many people willing and able to help her. To protect her.

"She's… sleeping." Dawn stated after a long moment, a slight shrug to her shoulders. "She isn't really talking much, and she's in a lot of pain." Exhaling slowly she shook her head.

"Dawn… she's gonna be okay." Dave assured her softly as he wrapped his arms around her, kissing the top of her head. "I know that you're scared and you're worried—but she's a strong woman… and she has a lot of people in her corner."

"If only that made a difference." She murmured under her breath, her attention shifting as Paul and Brock slowly made their way down the hallway and towards the pair.

"Hey…" Paul spoke after a short moment, eyes finding Dawn as she was released from Dave's embrace.

Dawn raked a hand through her hair, a tired expression crossing her features. Lisa had insisted that Dawn go to sleep but in turn Dawn had refused. She was there to help Lisa, to help her to heal and what was sleeping going to do? It had been a long night, a sleepless one and she knew that she wouldn't be able to handle many more of them in a row or she'd be totally run down. "Hey guys."

"Long night?" Paul inquired after a short moment, already knowing the answer. Before she answered Paul interjected once again. "Why don't you go catch some shut eye with Dave, get some breakfast. We can keep an eye on her for a while."

"I don't know—" Dawn began to argue, but as her eyes caught sight of Paul's she simply nodded her head. She knew that things weren't good with them but she was just too damn tired to argue with him or any one else at the moment. Handing Paul the keycard she exhaled slowly, glancing at Brock for a short moment before silently grabbing hold of Dave's hand and walking with him down the hallway. She didn't care if letting Paul in there was the right thing or not, at least with him she knew that Lisa would be protected.

Lisa's eyes slowly opened, a groan instantly escaping from her lips. She was uncomfortable and waking up from the latter of several naps she'd taken throughout the day. Her body needed rest—hell, she needed a new body to rest in. Her head was pounding and she could only see out of one of her two eyes, her left one having been swollen from the shot she'd taken to her face. At her wrists was another mark of her struggle, deep bruises encircling her wrists from where he'd grasped her wrists firmly, trying to cease the struggle. Though the struggle had done nothing but encourage him to be rougher, to hit her more often… and harder. The struggle set something off in him and now here she was bruised and beaten. She didn't see herself getting around on her own for a while still.

But even in this condition she knew what she wanted to do… what she had to do.

Glancing around the hotel room slowly she looked for a sign that anyone was there and when she was sure that nobody was present she picked the phone up off of the receiver. Wincing from the motion she slowly dialed a number before her eyes closed at the voice on the other line.

"Randy… I miss you."