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Stephanie looked down at Chris, not expecting those words to come from his mouth. She stared at him, not knowing how to respond, and not knowing why he said that in the first place. She gently took his hand off her face and put it back down by his side.

"Chris, you don't know what you're saying," Stephanie told him softly as the trainers continued checking on him.

"No, I love you," he said again.

Stephanie bit her lip. How should she respond to that? She didn't understand why he kept saying that. They put him on a stretcher, as Stephanie kept following him. He wasn't relinquishing his hold on her hand, so she couldn't leave even if she did want to. And she DID want to leave.

Especially when she looked up into the angry eyes of Trish Stratus.

They followed him to the ambulance, Chris keeping his stare on Stephanie. As they wheeled him into the ambulance, Stephanie pulled her and away, letting them put him inside. She took a step back, preparing to let the ambulance drive away. Chris had other plans.

"Stephanie!"

"What?!" she called out.

"Come with me!"

Stephanie looked to Trish, who was sitting on Chris's left. She hadn't said anything since Chris had said those words, but she could easily tell that Trish was upset, more than upset, pissed off. Yet, Chris, was lying there, wanting her, and what could she do? He wasn't going to let them leave without her. So she reluctantly climbed into the ambulance, careful not to look over at Trish.

The ride to the hospital was tense and silent, save for some of the paramedics speaking every now and then. Chris was in a dream world, not fully knowing where he was, or what was going on. He looked to his left and saw Trish and vaguely wondered what she was doing here. But he didn't care about that at the moment, because Stephanie was to the right of him and he smiled at her, trying to reassure her that he would be alright.

They arrived at the hospital and Chris was whisked into the back to be checked on for any serious head injury. Stephanie took a seat in the waiting room, making sure to be on the other side of Trish. The last thing she wanted was a confrontation, and judging from the looks that Trish had been sending her throughout the ambulance ride, she figured that a big blow- out was only moments away.

She heard Trish's cell phone ring and heard Trish talking across the room, telling whoever was on the other line that Chris was with the doctors and they hadn't heard anything yet. Stephanie figured that it was Christian or Lita on the other line, thinking they would be one of the first people to call and ask how Chris was doing. Stephanie just hugged herself tighter and tried to disappear into a corner.

She still couldn't figure out Chris's words, but at this point she didn't even want to try. Thinking that he loved her, it was strange, especially when she had seen him and Trish together. She didn't want to intrude on their relationship and now she figured she had gotten in way too deep. She should've never become friends with him.

"Are you two here with Mr. Jericho?" a doctor asked.

"Yes," Trish said, walking over to him quickly, "How is he?"

"Well, he's got a pretty bad concussion, but he's lucky that's all he got, because it seems like he got a pretty bad bump to the back of the head."

"Thank you," Trish said, "Can we go see him?"

"Well, we only recommend family, but he's been asking for Stephanie, so I think that whoever she is, should go see him before he goes crazy. I'm going to assume you're Stephanie."

"Actually, I am," Stephanie said, "But she should go first, she wants to see him more."

"Fine," the doctor answered, "Come with me."

Trish followed the doctor as Stephanie sat down again. She had tried to do the right thing and let Trish go first; she just hoped that was the right thing to do. Chris lay in his hospital bed, still pretty dazed and out of it. But at least he was conscious and knew what was going on for the most part. He was just waiting for Stephanie now. The door opened and he smiled, thinking Stephanie was finally coming to see him. He was dismayed to see Trish walk in instead.

"What are you doing here?" he snapped.

"I came to see you baby," Trish said softly, coming to his side.

"Well, I don't want to see you, how dare you come here!" he said.

"Chris, it's Trish, your girlfriend," Trish said, taking his hand and holding it tightly in her own.

"Yeah right," Chris said, "That's what you want, but it's not going to happen Trish, so get the hell out of my sight."

Trish was on the verge of tears, but she held them in, "Chris, don't you remember me?"

"Yeah, of course I do, and I want you to leave, where's Stephanie?"

"Why do you want to see Stephanie so badly?" Trish pleaded, needing to know the truth.

"Oh come on, don't play the stupid innocent act with me, that's not going to work Trish. I wan Stephanie now, and if I don't see her NOW, I'm going to ask security to escort you out of the building."

Trish let go of his hand and took a step back from his bed, "If that's what you really want."

"It's what I want," Chris said with resolve, "So go make yourself useful and find her!"

Trish practically ran out of the room and into the hallway, hardly concealing her tears. She didn't understand anything right now. She bumped into someone and saw Stephanie standing in front of her, her arms folded and looking concerned. Something inside Trish just snapped and she glared at Stephanie, hatred in her eyes.

"What the hell is going on with you and MY boyfriend?" she demanded to know. If Chris couldn't tell her, she'd ask Stephanie.

"I have no idea why he's being like this," Stephanie said truthfully.

"Bullshit! Why does he want you and not me!"

"I don't know Trish, I swear to God, I don't know."

"You're a pathetic bitch, I actually tried to be your friend. I should've known that you were out to steal my boyfriend. Why Stephanie? Are you so fucking pathetic that you can't even get your own guy, so you have to take mine!"

Now Stephanie was on edge, "How dare you? I've been telling you the fucking truth and you have no right to accuse me of this!"

"Oh don't I? When my boyfriend throws me out of his room and tells me to find you, I'm going to be skeptical."

"It's not my fault!" Stephanie shouted, not caring they were making a scene. And it seemed Trish didn't care either, judging from the tone of her voice.

"After you go see him, I want you to stay the hell away from us, do you understand me, you fucking bitch, you stay away from us, or else I'll have to kick your ass!"

"Don't you even dare threaten me, I have more power than you ever will!" Stephanie shot back.

Trish shoved Stephanie and she had to take a few steps back to catch her balance from the shove. She came right back with her own shove and Trish grunted as she charged at Stephanie with a scream. Stephanie let out a breath as she was hit and she tried to take down Trish by the hair. Stephanie fought her off and Trish just kept coming back for more.

Finally, some of the security guys came over and broke them up. The surly men pulled the two women apart by their waists, despite their efforts to break free and charge at each other again. The security guys told them to break it up or they'd be thrown out of the hospital. Stephanie dusted herself off and glared at Trish.

"You've got five minutes with him," Trish said, "So say your goodbyes and be done with it."

"Don't tell me what to do," Stephanie said with a sneer.

She brushed past Trish and tried to straighten herself out before she walked into the hospital room. She didn't know what to expect on the other side, but she was a little bit scared. She hadn't done anything to provoke Chris, and she didn't know why he was feeling these things. Taking a deep breath and deciding to just take the plunge, she walked into the room.

Chris had heard a commotion outside, but hadn't taken the energy to figure out what was going on. The door opened again and he feared the worst, but instead was greeted with the sight he had been longing to see. Stephanie stepped tentatively into the room and he smiled at her. She smiled back and walked over to his bed.

"There you are," he said happily, "Do you know how long I've been waiting to see you...it felt like forever."

"Why did you want to see me so bad?" she asked, wanting to get to the bottom of this right now.

"You know why," he said, patting the spot next to him on the bed, inviting her to join him.

She just sat at the end of the bed and looked at him, "I'm not sure I do."

"Of course you do Steph, you're the only person I'd want to see right now."

"What about Trish, don't you want to see her?"

"Why would I want to see her? Did I become friends with her and I've forgotten or something, that's the only explanation I can come up with as to why I'd want to be with her at all."

"She's your girlfriend..."

Chris burst into laughter, scaring Stephanie a little bit, "My what?!?"

"Girlfriend."

"Ok, this is a joke right, this is all one horrible joke, I mean it has to be. Who paid you to say that? Did she, or is this some sick, twisted thing."

"Chris, what am I to you?"

"You're my everything," he said sincerely.

"Oh," she said, "Um, the doctor said you'd be out of it. I think you're out of it right now."

"I am a little woozy, but other than that, I think I'm perfectly fine. Aren't I YOUR everything?"

"Um, no," she said delicately, not knowing what his reaction to that would be. He gave her a little pout and then a laugh, grabbing her hand and patting it. She started to pull away from him, but he held on tightly to her, so she relinquished her hand and let him grip her.

"Yeah, I figured as much, not with the kids in our life right."

"Kids?"

"Yeah, you know, Reid and Bren, where are they by the way? Are they with your parents? I hope they weren't too scared when I had to get put in the ambulance. You have to call them and tell them that I'm fine."

It all became clear to Stephanie then. The mention of the names had set off every alarm in her head. Chris wasn't feeling anything genuine for her, he was in that world of daydream. He had a concussion, he was hazy and dazed, and probably didn't know where he was, and his dreams had turned into his reality.

She contemplated on whether to go along with the story or to tell him the truth. Looking at him lying there, she didn't think she could tell him the truth. It might shatter him. Better to play along right now, because he would forget later on anyways, and so playing along for a few minutes wouldn't hurt. He'd probably fall asleep soon and not remember any of this tomorrow.

"Yeah, they're with my parents, I'm going to get them later and tuck them into bed and I'll tell them you're alright," she said, hoping that sounded believable.

"Oh, so you're not spending the night with me?"

"Um, yeah, I don't think that would be too good, you know with the boys, and how clingy Bren is," she said, remembering all the things that Chris had told her about his dreams.

"Yeah, poor kid," Chris said, "He'll learn to live without us, but for now, it's probably best one of us is there."

"He didn't even want me to leave and go with you," Stephanie said with a laugh, "Asked me to stay."

"Oh, so that's why you didn't get into the ambulance."

"Um, yeah, that's it," Stephanie said, "That's why, Brennan wanted me to stay with him."

"I should let you go then," he said, "I'm pretty tired anyways."

"Yeah, you need your rest," she said to him.

"Tell the boys that I love them and that I'll be home tomorrow and we'll play then, because the doctor said I have to take a couple of weeks off."

"I'm sure they'll love that."

"I'm sure you'll love that too," he said with a wink as he put his hand on her knee. She stared, wide-eyed at her knee. She should push his hand off, but then he'd start asking things, and she didn't know what she would tell him if he started asking her about what was going on.

"Oh yeah, I'll...love...that," she said hesitantly, "I better go though, it's getting late."

"Sure," he said, sitting up and then getting too dizzy and laying back down, "I love you."

Stephanie stared at him for a moment.

"Well, aren't you going to say it too?" he said, looking at her expectantly.

"Oh, of course, I...love...you too," she said with a chagrined smile.

"Can I have a kiss before I leave?"

"I better not," she said, shaking her head vehemently.

"Come on," he pouted, "I won't be able to sleep without one."

"Wait til tomorrow and I'll shower you with kisses."

"Fine, don't kiss me."

Stephanie sighed and took a deep breath. She leaned over and kissed him very quickly. It couldn't even be construed as a real kiss, more like a peck; it was nothing really. It had ended before it had begun. That would have to do for the moment, lest someone come in, namely Trish and start accusing them of having an affair.

"Bye Steph, love you."

"Ditto," she answered simply.

Thank God he wouldn't remember any of this in the morning.