Eleven O'clock News

"The collision happened on the Delta bridge. Two people injured, one in critical condition, one with minor scrapes and bruises. One fatality. 19 year old WWE wrestler Trish Stratus is in the hospital with head trauma and internal shock. The other driver was drunk." Shawn flipped off the T.V. and grabbed his coat.

"That's why she was so late. I have to get to the hospital." Shawn drove down to Kaiser Antioch, 35 miles from where the crash took place, but the closest hospital. He held his breath as he drove across the bridge, and started to cry where he saw the broken glass and bloodstained concrete. "God, I come to you everyday to excuse my own sins, but tonight I have a deep favor to ask you. The only girl I've ever loved is dying God. I understand she might die, they said so on the news, but give us a little time. Please."

20 minutes or so later he got to the hospital. "Can I see Trish Stratus?"

"Only family. Are you on her emergency contact list?"

"I'm her step-brother, I don't know. Let me see it." The nurse handed him the list and he found her brother Christian's name, lied that it was his and got a room number. "216, 216 ,216. There, 216." He walked in quietly and saw her mom sitting on a chair holding Trish's hand. "How is she?" He asked as he pulled a chair up on the other side and held her hand. He could tell by looking at her that he shouldn't have asked that question.

"She hasn't woke up. I don't think she's gonna ever really wake up." Ms. Stratus looked away and cried again. "You didn't even get to fall in love with her."

"I've always been in love with her." Shawn's head hit his hands. "I was going to propose tonight. She was on her way to my house, it's my fault she went across the bridge. I basically killed her."

"Shawn, she's not dead, she's not really here, but she is here. I think she might be able to hear you."

Shawn looked at her, and squeezed her hand. "In that case, Trish, I have a confession to make, I love you. I was going to say this last night, but I couldn't bring myself to say so with your mom around. But I do, and I will forever. And I want to ask you a question that I feel silly asking because you're asleep, but Trish Stratus will you marry me?" Trish squeezed his hand and smiled. Shawn seemed to be the only one who saw the sign of life and leaned farther over her. "Trish?"

"Shawn, I'm late."

"No sweetie, you're alive."

"What?"

"Trishy, you were in a car accident." Her mother whispered. "You almost died, one person did."

"Baby, you've been a vegetable for hours. You being late is the least of our problems."

"Shawn, I can't feel my legs."

"They were under the airbag, honey. My baby girl," Her mother started to cry again, but Shawn carried on.

"The other driver was drunk Trish, he's fine. He killed his son though. I heard from the nurse that if you didn't wake up they were going to use the boys organ's to replace your bleeding ones, but it would be rough, he was only 12. I'm glad you're awake."

"Am I going to live?"

Shawn looked away. "You have to Trish. I asked you to marry me before you woke up. I need you to be around on our wedding day."

Trish smiled and said. "You proposed to a dying girl, who's five years younger than you. In a hospital room, while she was in a coma?"

"You mean that much to me."

"I love you Shawn."

"I love you too Trish."