A/N: So It's Been 2 Whole Years Since I've Updated This Story. How Many of These People Are Still Even In The WWE? Ha-ha. Wowzers, Anywho I'm Just Here Because I Would Like To Know The Response I Get From This. Ok, So Yeah, REVIEW!!! This Chapter Title Belongs To Social Distortion.

Disclaimer: I Own Nothing! The WWE Belongs To The McMahon Clan.

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Dr. Phil Punk led a hand cuffed John Cena into the room in which Trish was presently still comatose.

Her skin was pale; John thought it was the strangest thing in the world to see Trish Stratus without a tan.

How was it possible that Stacy Keibler and Trish Stratus were so beautiful that even in a vegetable state, they never failed to light up whichever room they we're in, even if they we're on they're death beds.

"I really appreciate you doing this for me." John whispered.

"I have a theory about people in a coma. Would you like to hear it?" Dr. Punk asked.

"Of course." John Nodded.

"Have a seat by , please." Phil ordered.

John eyed the doctor wearily, but did as he was told.

"Now, take her hand in yours."

John lifted his cuffed hands and took her tiny left hand into his two big giant ones.

"Now, talk to her, tell her everything that's been going on, tell her everything you feel you need to say." Phil said with encouragement. "I'll give you a few minutes, that's all the judge has allowed me to give you with her." He said turning to the door.

John stared blankly at Trish and grasped her hand tighter.

"Wait!" John shouted.

Phil turned from the door with a smile.

"What's your theory?" John asked with a creasing forehead.

"My theory is that no matter what comatose state a person maybe in, even if they appear to be blind or deaf, they can still feel. And I mean that in more than a physical sense. I believe they can feel love as well. And as long as 'Said' person feels that love, then I believe they fell that they have something to come back to, someone to come back to."

Phil left the room before John even had a chance to respond.

"I know that this is probably the most unromantic thing a guy could say, but I have to be honest with you kiddo." John shook his head and sighed. "I'd be lying to you if I said you we're my only one. I love you and I've missed you, but I love Stacy too. I never in a million years thought that I would be in love with my two best friends AT the same time, let alone take the fall for one of them because they went temporarily insane and stabbed the other one." John chuckled.

"I gotta tell ya babe, this is so not how I wanted to start off the year, but then again you and Stace wouldn't be who you are if you didn't put all of us through something like this. Always fighting for attention, you two."

"I want you both. I want you to wake up! I want Stacy to Remember! I want Jamie to be alive! I want to see you dance around like a ballerina, I want to see you punch Chris in the arm because he's being a nub. I want to hear Stacy laugh, I want to hear her cry, I just want everything to be normal again."

John rubbed the back of her hand with his thumb and brought it up to his lips and kissed her gently.

"Do you remember 3rd grade? It was the first time since preschool that you, me and Stacy were separated from each other? We had show and tell one day, but I didn't have anything to bring because my family and I had just moved in to that new house next door to Amy and all of my stuff was in boxes. So I decided to bring you and Stace as my "Show and Tell" project. Even way back then my two best friends were my greatest possessions."

John dropped Trish's hand and grunted.

"Psh, listen to me. I'm talking about you guys like your objects." John said with disgust

"They always liked that you talked about them like that." A voice said from behind him.

"They let you in here? I am a highly dangerous criminal, ya know?" John warned with a playful grin.

"I think your forgetting that I'm a black belt and I have a gun collection." The woman grinned playfully.

"Oh of course. Amy Dumas, Martial Arts Expert by day, Deer Hunter by night." John replied.

"That Phil guy, he's a really good doctor." Amy said while staring intently at the lifeless Trish.

"Yeah, he really is going above and beyond for us. Its kind of……"

"Creepy?" Amy finished

"That sounds really harsh." John sighed.

"I'm gonna go ask him a favor, you gonna be ok jailbird?" Lita joked.

"Ha-ha." John laughed.

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Amy walked up from behind the doctor, who was in the middle of writing out what looked to be a schedule.

"Excuse me, ?" Amy shrieked as he jumped from the sound of her voice.

"Oh, I'm sorry; I think we just scared each other." replied as he tried to catch his breath.

"No, no I'm sorry, I shouldn't have snuck up on you like that. I was just wondering if there was anyway that I could arrange another visit for John with Trish tomorrow?" She asked sheepishly.

"Um, Amy was it?" He asked with a shy smile.

"Amy Dumas, but you can call me Lita." Amy replied

"Lita?" Phil asked with a raised eyebrow.

"Childhood nickname." Amy said with a dismissive rave of her hand.

"Well, it definatley suits you. But about the visit, I can speak to his judge and see what he has to say."

"That would be great! Ok, well here's my number, call me whenever you find out." Lita said eagerly.

"Well if you're not busy, I'm on my lunch hour, maybe you'd like to have some lunch with me in the cafeteria and I can call him then. It would save me a phone call." He offered and began to lead her towards the elevator.

"That sounds great; I wasn't actually planning to leave anytime soon, I just assumed you'd be off your shift soon." Amy said following beside him.

"Pst, I practically live here, my shift is never over." Phil said jokingly.

"I know what you mean, I feel like I'm a doctor, I've been here 24/7 for the past week! It's very depressing here." Amy said as she looked out into the hospital as the elevator doors opened revealing sick people left and right.

"You're a good friend ya know? Being here for them. Its obvious you have a very big heart."

"Yes and a lot of patience. You would not believe all the crap those guys put me through! But I love them, so their baggage is my baggage I guess." Amy laughed under her breath.

The pair walked up to the order booth and stared up at the menu in silence.

"So, what'll it be red?" Phil asked looking down at her with a smile.

"Hmh, no one's called me that since…..nevermind. Um, a nice big cup of normalcy sounds pretty good right about now." Lita joked still staring up the menu and brushing off the thought of Batista.

"Looks Like they're all out of normalcy, but they do have chicken strips." Phil offered with a sly grin.

Lita turned to look up at the akward doctor with black hair and lip ring.

"I like Chicken strips." She smiled.

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A/N: So yeah, I Don't Know. Hahaha. REVIEW, REVIEW, REVIEW!!!! I Really Want To Get Back Into Writing This Story, But I Need Motivation! Leave Some Love For The Dame.