Title: Get Me Through This (4?)

Author: AngelicTorture

Disclaimer: I own nothing and no one you recognize.

Pairing: Lita/Cena eventually.

Rating: PG 13(may change as the story goes on)

Distribution: litafics on LJ. Anyone else, ask and you shall receive.

Spoilers: None so far.

Notes: Response to the Cena gets stabbed challenge posted by andonly at litafics on LJ. I feel like this part has taken forever to write, my muses have been so sleepy and I'm not feeling at my best today.

Summery: She was the only one who could help him…

Part 4: What are friends for?


John surprised everyone by how well he was doing, physically at least. After a week in hospital he was allowed to go home, he wasn't too happy when his doctor told him he wouldn't be able to even think about wrestling again for at least another month.

"It's not that bad, at least you're going home." Lita tried to sound cheerful as she helped him pack his bag. She'd spent every free minute she had with him that week; she'd been surprised by how much she liked spending time with him. He was still refusing to talk to anyone else properly and the redhead didn't want to push him too hard, she just had to hope he'd work his way though whatever was going on in his head.

John stood up slowly, wincing when the skin around his stitches stretched slightly.

"Don't worry, I'm fine." He told the redhead when he saw the look of concern on her face.

"You have to remember to take things slowly John…I still think you should go and stay with your mom for a couple of weeks."

"No way Red…I'm not a little kid who needs looking after."

"I didn't say you were…it's gonna take you time to get better…"

"I'm not an invalid…"

"You almost died John…"

"Don't you think I know that?" he snapped.

Lita sighed and sat on the bed.

"John, when I found you…I thought you were gonna die, right in front of me…I sat out in that waiting room with your blood on my hands and I didn't know if you were gonna make it through the next 5 minutes…" The diva spoke softly, hazel eyes shining with tears.

John hadn't really thought about what she must have gone through that night.

"Li…I'm sorry…I didn't even think about what you must have seen that night…"

"No expects you to think about that…"

"I don't know what I'm supposed to do Li…am I supposed to feel lucky? Am I supposed to hate the guys who did this to me?"

"I don't know John…I don't think anyone knows how they're supposed to feel about stuff like this…"

"I do know one thing…I'm glad it was you that found me."

The redhead smiled.

"I'm kinda glad it was me too…if you really don't wanna stay with your mom then I guess I could stay at your place for a few days…not to look after you, just incase you need anything."

"Seriously? You'd do that for me?"

Lita shrugged.

"I have some time off that I'm due and it's not like I've got anything else to do…"

"I guess I could use the company…"

"Good, that's settled then…"

The redhead smiled brightly before hopping down from the bed and picking John's bag up. The West Newbury native reached out to take the bag from her.

"Don't even think about it Cena, no heavy lifting for you at least until those stitches come out."

"Carryin' my bag is not heavy lifting…"

"Do you really wanna argue with me about this?" the redhead arched a brow at him.

"No ma'am…I hope ya can cook Red or else it's gonna be pizza every night."

Lita rolled her eyes.

"Don't tell me you can't cook…"

"That depends what counts as cooking…I can barbeque."

"So what you're saying is you can burn stuff? You're 29 years old, how can you not cook?"

John shrugged.

"I've never really had to I guess…I'm hardly ever home and when I am it's mostly pizza or Chinese…"

"Well there's gonna be plenty of time for me to teach you this week."

The redhead smiled brightly before heading out of the door, John laughing as he followed after her.


John was exhausted by the time they got to his place. Lita had called Shane on the way there to let him know she was taking a few days off to help John; she hung up the phone before the dark eyed McMahon had a chance to say no. The redhead helped John out of her car and into his house before going back out to get their bags. She'd already had her own bags in the car before she'd gone to the hospital to collect John.

"This is a nice place you've got here." The redhead stated as she looked around.

"Thanks…you can dump your stuff in one of the guest rooms upstairs."

"One of the guest rooms? How many do you have?"

"Just 2. Orton uses one when he stays here…I dunno how tidy they are, I'm not really good with that stuff."

"I know, I've seen your hotel rooms." The diva laughed before heading upstairs with her bags.

She found the first guest room at the top of the stairs. It wasn't too bad; she knew Orton had been the last person in this room when she found a scrap of paper covered in doodles. The first time she'd had to room with the St Luis native she'd discovered he had a habit of doodling when he couldn't sleep.

The redhead was just about to go back downstairs when her curiosity got the better of her. She slowly pushed the door of John's bedroom open and stuck her head inside. She wasn't sure what she'd expected it to look like. The walls were painted pale blue with pictures hanging on every one. There were also replica belts on the walls.

There were clothes and shoes strewn about here and there on the floor, much like there usually would be in his hotel room. The diva smiled when she saw a small battered old teddy bear sitting by his bedside, next to a picture of his parents and brothers. With a giggle she realised all the Cena boys had the same piercing blue eyes and dimples.

The redhead smiled to herself as she walked back downstairs.

"All settled in?" John asked.

"Yup, I'll unpack later…you need something to eat then some sleep."

"I feel like I've spent the last week sleepin' Red." John whined.

"That's cause you kinda have…doctors orders remember, plenty of rest."

"You're starting to sound like my mom."

The diva rolled her eyes.

"I'm guessing you don't have any food here…"

"Ya guess right."

"I suppose it'll have to be pizza tonight, I'll go to the store first thing tomorrow…"

John moved to get up from the couch he was sitting on.

"Where do you think you're going?" Lita asked.

"To get the phone and call the pizza place."

"Oh no mister, you stay right where you are…I'll call."

John sent the diva a mutinous glare but didn't try to move again. He kind of like having her boss him around.

"They said it should be about 20 minutes."

Lita sat herself down beside the dark haired superstar.

"Thank you Li…"

"It's just pizza John, nothing special."

"I don't mean for the pizza…thank you for being here…and for being at the hospital with me…I…I don't know if I could have gotten through all this on my own."

Lita smiled.

"What else are friends for?"