Title: Goodbye Isn't Forever

Author(s): Sailor Starlight Girl

Genre: Romance

Rating: T

Disclaimer: I do not, under any circumstances own or claim to own World Wrestling Entertainment (WWE) under any purpose, way or form. WWE is © Vincent Kennedy McMahon unless stated otherwise.

Chapter 5: The Guilt Trip.

I awoke to the voices, chanting and cooing my name in my ear. They all told me that it was going to be alright, that I was going to be alright. Bright lights shone in my eyes as I shielded them with my hands.

"Oh god, she's awake!"

Sighs of relief came from the surrounding EMT's that stood around the helpless, limp body in front of them.

"… But there's still some chance of internal bleeding in her abdomen… From that almost fatal kick that she received…"

Groaning, Stacy turned her head over to face one of the Raw referees. He smiled down at her, gently holding her hand as he did, petting it gently as if to tell her that everything was going to be okay.

"R-Randy…" The young woman whispered, hoping that it was him holding her like this.

"Shhh… Everything is going to be okay, Stacy." He whispered back, ignoring her plea for her former boyfriend, but still, clung to her hand as if it was her very last breath.

"Please, please get me Randy…" She hacked whilst coughing up a minimal amount of blood.

One of the EMT's had seen this and whispered something into another doctors ear. He made a worrying face, as they put her body onto a bed. The ref. was then told to get Eric Bischoff, the General Manager so to tell him what was going on. He nodded before running off to call his boss.

Hours later…

He paced up and down the corridor, impatiently. They were supposed to give him the news hours ago, the news about her condition. He didn't have a clue when they'd come for him, to tell him the news, the daunting, hurtful news if she'd be able to do what she loved the most, wrestling.

He had blamed himself. If only he ignored her pleas for him to leave. If only he had stayed a little while longer, just to keep her company. Just so he would've known she could face them on her own.

I blame myself for her pain.

"Mr. Irvine?"

His head shifted upwards towards the voice calling for him. It was them. The bearers of bad news, he had liked to call them. Ever since he was a little kid, he had hated this place.

The hospital...

"Yes? How is she? Is she okay? Can I see her?" He spoke, his voice quivered with desperation with each word spoken. It was almost like the whole waiting room was going to cave in with the tone of his voice.

"It's bad, isn't it?" Mr. Irvine again spoke, placing his head into his hands. "I knew it, if I, if I was there…"

"Mr. Irvine," The voices again, snapped him out of his guilt, "Miss. Keibler is in a stable condition, currently speaking. We have all noticed that she had been under a terrible amount of stress as of late, and she keeps calling for someone by the name of Randy…"

"Randy Orton, her fiancé." I corrected them in a gruff tone, "Stacy and Randy have broken up."

"Oh. Well, is there a number I could contact Mr. Orton on?"

I glanced up at the doctors and shook my head. No one knew his phone number, especially not me, so I stood to my feet and asked if I could see her now.

One shook their head, "I'm sorry Mr. Irvine, but there's one more thing you have to know…"

Randy Orton stood silently outside Eric Bischoff's office, breathing heavy. He had practically ran here, even though Eric's was around five doors down from his own. He so desperately wanted to see if she was alright, yes, he had heard about the accident. It was all anyone could talk about!

He was angry, angrier than he had ever been before. How as to Trish could've done this to the woman that he had once had feelings for was beyond him. Even this fast surpassed even his knowledge of a tasteful storyline.

The more he thought about it, the more he understood what was going on.

Stacy had called Trish something along the lines of a slut, and Trish and Molly then, in turn ganged up on her.

It made a little more sense.

As seconds passed him by, many people had he came across. Shelton Benjamin, Maven, Chris Benoit and a few others he really didn't pay much attention to, since all they could practically talk about was how badly Stacy was hurt.

Most of them shut up automatically when they saw me, standing there, head rested against the cold, brick wall, in deepened thought. They dared not to distract me, except maybe on person in particular…

"Ra-Randy?"

A voice quivered, almost in a squeak. It was nervous, I could tell. So I glanced up at it and met a pair of innocent brown eyes, they looked at me with the slightest bit of pity and the utmost concern.

"You okay?" The voice inquired, soothingly.

"Of course I'm not okay!" I snapped back, in slight annoyance to the owner.

The eyes closed, they then opened up again, still with the same look of concern as they had always had.

"I- I'm sorry for snapping at you, like that," I whispered, apologetically as possible. There was no way I could use anymore enemies as I had already, so what the hell.

"I know your angry, but please, try to understand, this isn't your fault." The feminine voice cooed, gently as she took my hand in hers.

"To hell it isn't! It's still my fault; I should've been there, damnit!" Randy Orton shouted, slamming his fist into the brick wall, hidden behind his masculine body. He hated being helpless, helpless to do anything, helpless to help someone he deeply still cared about.

It's my entire fault!

Why wasn't I there for her?

Oh that's right, I walked away.

Not caring how much I had hurt her.

Just how much I desperately wanted my own life

Without Stacy being there to hold me back.

I just wanted to be free to sleep around, party, nightclubbing, and drink and do whatever the hell I wanted, when I wanted to, and how I wanted to do it.

Just like when I was in Evolution with Hunter, Batista and Flair.

The freedom I so desperately craved.

The same freedom which destroyed me,

The same freedom which destroyed Stacy,

And the exact same freedom that selfishly destroyed us.

All because I wanted to be free.

"Hey Randy," It was those eyes again. They were so gentle, so calm yet, so questionable. "Why don't you go see her then?"

"She wouldn't wanna see me, Vic, after this, she'll never wanna see me again." Sighing, I rested my head back on top of the plain brick wall.

"Don't say that." Victoria scolded, giving me a disapproving look. "If you're too dumb to see that you both still care about each other, then there's really no point even trying."

I turned back, looking down wearily at her. Victoria was right. I still cared about her. A whole lot, even more than all those parties and the drinking, even more than I had ever felt for any girl before.

This girl was special,

Special enough not to let go…

Why didn't I see it before?

Note: Hey guys! Sorry if I haven't updated that much lately. Homework has officially ruined my life, so I would like to take the chance to apologise for the delay and my lazy behaviour in getting it all done. So I hope this long chapter makes up for all the time I've missed and thanks for being so patient.

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