Oh, how we heart when Lilian does new interviews! LoL This little part is based on an interview Lilian did online in which she stated that she still has a torn tendon in her wrist due to what happened back in June of 2006 when Charlie accidentally knocked her out of the ring.

As usual, we disclaim. KThnx.

As the months passed, Dwayne and Lilian's relationship grew. They had gotten settled into their house in Greenwich. The publicity slowly faded once the divorce between himself and Dany was settled. Simone would come to visit and she took to Lilian right away. Often, Dwayne would sit back and smile as Lilian would put make up on his four year old daughter.

But not everything can be fairytale perfect. Lilian's left wrist had started to hurt her more and more after the accident in which Charlie knocked her off the ring apron. At night she would wake up from the throbbing pain. She never told D, she couldn't. She knew he'd start to worry and want her to be seen by a doctor. At this point and time, she didn't have time to stop her life and see a doctor.

Lilian groaned as she forced her eyes open in the middle of the night, instinctively glancing at the clock. 3:33 AM.

Her eyes immediately darted to the source of what woke her up yet again: a sharp, dull pain in her left wrist. "Oh," she moaned softly, tears welling in her eyes as she carefully wiggled out from under Dwayne's warm arms and sat up.

She tried to stop the tears from overflowing, but it was useless. Lilian cradled her arm to her stomach, running her right hand through her mussed hair.

It hurt.

It hurt worse than when the actual accident had occurred, and it was getting worse.

She could practically feel the throbbing heat coursing through her wrist. Moving to the edge of the bed, she heard Dwayne turn with a heavy sigh. Oh no, she thought. She didn't want to wake him up. That was the last thing she wanted.

"Lil?" he asked drowsily.

She could pretend to be sleeping, but then why would she be sitting up?

"What's the matter?"

Biting her lip, she whispered, "Nothing, go back to sleep. I'm just going to get a drink of water."

Before he could answer, she slipped off the bed, padding to the bathroom. While in there, she allowed the water to run for a moment, never filling a glass; instead, she stared at her wrist.

With a shaky hand, she pressed the fingers of her right hand against the bones, using her long fingers to try to massage the aching limb. "Oh," she groaned softly when the action proved to be futile, shutting the water to the sink off.

Lilian took a deep breath, walking slowly back to the bed. She climbed in, taking care as she didn't put any pressure on her hand.

She cuddled against Dwayne, resting her head against his chest and her left arm on her hip. Dwayne sighed contentedly, moving his arm to pull her closer to him.

Unfortunately, his arm came right down on her aching wrist.

"OH!" she yelled, nearly flying out of the bed. "Oh my God," she muttered, cradling her hand to her stomach.

"What?" he asked, now fully awake. "What's wrong?"

"It's nothing," she lied, "I didn't mean to wake you up."

Dwayne frowned and sat up, turning on a lamp. "You don't yell in the middle of the night for nothing, unless..."

His attempt at a joke received a small smile. "I'm okay."

"You are not," he protested. "I'm being serious, what's wrong with you? What hurts?"

Lilian sighed, sitting up. "D… it's really nothing. My wrist is just kinda hurting."

"Kinda?" he repeated, sitting up as well and taking her wrist in his hand when he noticed her cradling it, frowning when she jumped and attempted to pull her hand back. "Lilian. What's wrong?"

"I… I don't know," she finally admitted, the last word drawn out in a semi-whine. "I just woke up tonight cause it was hurting."

"Just tonight?" Dwayne asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Yeah," Lilian replied, jumping slightly as he pressed into the limb carefully.

"You sure, Lil?" he asked, the suspicion in his tone almost overwhelming.

"Yes," she answered tersely, finally pulling her hand out of his light grasp. "Why, don't you believe me?"

He shook his head, crossing his arms tensely. "It makes sense, now."

"What makes sense, D?" Lilian asked irritably, wanting nothing more than to go back to bed.

"The fact that I keep finding empty bags of ice in the trash when I wake up. You've been waking up in the middle of the night for awhile now, haven't you?"

"Why does it matter?" she asked, her tone changing.

"Because your health matters!" he said back in a louder tone.

"It's MY arm, Dwayne, not yours. You need to just back off and let me be."

"I can't do that and you know it, Lil." He reached forward again to gently grasp her arm, but she jerked away.

"Don't touch me."

"Lilian, don't be like this."

"ME? You're the one yelling at me!"

"I wasn't yelling! You're being stubborn and pigheaded again and you need to stop before you seriously hurt yourself."

"I repeat: why does it matter?"

"Damn it, Lilian! When will you see that people actually care about you?"

"God damn it, Dwayne, just… just back off!" she finally exploded, pushing the covers off and standing up. "I don't have time for this! I don't have time to argue, I don't have time to go running to the doctor cause of a little pain! Why can't you just let me be?!"

He stared back at her, the hurt evident in his eyes. "Lilian, I just…"

"You just what?" Lilian cut him off. "You just care? What, are you gonna go run to Vince again and make him make me go to the doctor's?"

In a flash, the hurt was gone, this time replaced with anger.

His dark eyes narrowed. "Don't even."

"No, you don't!" She glared at him and then grabbed her pillow. "Forget this. I'm sleeping on the couch."

Before he could stop her, she had the blanket in her arms as well.

Seething, he slammed his fist into the wall.

Lilian jumped, staring at the fresh hole in the wall nervously before her anger took over again. "That's just brilliant, Dwayne," she bit off. "Take your anger out on the wall. That'll look real great when I'm rushing you to the hospital for a broken hand."

"At least I'm smart enough to know when to go to the doctor's!"

Lilian glared at him, briefly thinking that it was a good thing she currently had blankets in her arms rather than something heavier or else it would have been launched at his head.

"Fuck you, Dwayne," she finally murmured, turning on her heel and leaving the room.

She stormed down the steps, expecting him to be following her and continue laying into her. However, the door to the bedroom slammed shut and silence was prominent in the house.

"Asshole," Lilian muttered as she threw her pillow and blankets down on the couch, wincing when pain began to course through her bones again.

"God damn it," she cursed lowly, laying down and resting her head back, closing her eyes.

But sleep was a long way coming.

Dwayne walked down the steps the next morning, stunned to see Lilian dangling off the couch. But her sleeping form brought back the previous night's events. Jaw clenched, he walked into the kitchen to start breakfast, purposely being noisy.

Pans were clambering and cabinets were being slammed. Lilian groaned and rolled over. "That bastard," she muttered through clenched teeth. Sliding off the couch, she stalked into the kitchen.

He heard her behind him, but didn't bother to turn around. She could make her own damn breakfast.

"What, now you aren't even going to act as though I'm human?" He stayed silent. "Ugh! You are such a child."

Lilian shook her head and exited the kitchen, flopping back down on the couch. She lifted her hands to run them through her hair, stopping when a sharp pain ran down her wrist.

"Oh, God," Lilian murmured, tears springing to her eyes.

Without a word, Dwayne walked into the room, dropping the phone on the couch next to Lilian before walking out of the room again.

"Thanks!" Lilian called sarcastically, resisting the urge to throw the phone at him.

With a sigh, she grabbed the phone, knowing what she had to do.

Taking a moment to control herself, she dialed the number.

"Dr. Andrews' office."

"Hi, this is Lilian Garcia, may I speak with Dr. Andrews?"

"One moment please."

Lilian sat and twirled her finger around the blanket she had used last night.

"Dr. Andrews."

"Hi, this is Lilian."

"Lilian!" the doctor said cheerfully. "How are you doing?"

"Not so well actually."

"Not so well?" Dr. Andrews repeated worriedly. "What's wrong? Is it your throat?"

"No… actually my throat feels great," she said. "It's my wrist. It's really hurting me."

"The one you hurt back in June when the blind man ran into you?"

Lilian chuckled softly. "Yes, Dr. Andrews."

"Okay," he said. "Do you think you can get here later today?"

"I'm in Greenwich, which is about an hour away, so yes."

"Okay… let me put you back on with my secretary and she'll pencil you in, okay?"

"Okay."

Her appointment was made for four that afternoon which left plenty of time for her to get ready.

Dwayne walked into the room, eyeing her. "Was that so hard?"

"Oh go to hell," she barked. She stormed up the stairs and slammed the bathroom door shut.

Close to an hour later, Lilian walked down the steps. The shower had calmed her down quite a bit.

That is until she saw D. He had dressed in a pair of jeans and a gray shirt with a Led Zeppelin symbol monogrammed into it. In his hands were the car keys.

"Where the hell do you think you're going?" she spat out, grabbing her Gucci bag from the banister.

"I'm driving you."

"No, you're not," Lilian spat at him.

"You're in no shape to-"

"To what, Dwayne? Drive? I've been doing it for the last seventeen years of my life, thank you very much."

"Lilian, your hand-"

"-I can drive one handed-"

"Oh, for God's sake, Lilian, would you just shut the fuck up and let me talk?" he finally yelled.

Lilian jumped, hurt filling her green eyes.

He calmed down after seeing her eyes swell with tears. "I...I'm sorry. I didn't mean to yell."

"Let's go," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

"We have a few minutes," he said in a quiet voice.

"A few minutes for what?"

Sighing, he put the keys down on the table and ushered her into the living room where he sat her down on the couch.

"D, my appointment is -"

"Not for another four hours. Can we talk please?"

"Okay."

"I'm sorry for yelling at you. I just wish you would take better care of yourself. I know you feel like you have to be a tough girl and prove yourself to everyone, but if there's something seriously hurting you, you have to get it taken care of."

"Okay," Lilian said in a soft voice, feeling like a little girl who had just been scolded for stealing a pack of gum. "I'm sorry."

"Hey," Dwayne said softly, cupping her cheeks. "You have nothing to be sorry about. I just… worry about you, that's all. And when you're hurting, I hurt too. I don't want you to be in pain."

Lilian sniffled, tears involuntarily running down her cheeks.

"Shh," Dwayne whispered, brushing her tears away with his thumbs. "What's wrong?"

"It just… it hurts, D," Lilian sniffled. "What if this delays my album even more? I mean… it's taking long enough to get released as it is… I don't want anymore setbacks."

Dwayne closed his eyes briefly, realizing immediately why Lilian hadn't said anything… Mentally, he slapped his forehead, opening his eyes to meet hers again.

"It's not your throat," he said smiling. "And it isn't your writing hand. You'll still be able to sign copies even if you have to go back to a soft cast."

She frowned. "I don't want to go through that again. I hated all those looks I got in the halls after and if I show up in a brace, they're just going to hate me even more."

"Lil, nobody hates you. Please don't think that."

She shook her head, enjoying the feel of his palms on her cheeks. "They laughed at me. I realize I overreacted but..."

"It's okay, please don't cry." He paused, then added, "And if anyone says anything to you, just tell me and I'll take care of it."

Lilian nodded, a ghost of a smile on her face as she remembered watching Dwayne talking to Coach at their get together a few months ago.

"Hopefully, though, it won't come to surgery and you'll be fine with some therapy," Dwayne told her.

"Okay," Lilian replied, closing her eyes when Dwayne kissed her forehead.

He stood up, extending a hand to her. "How about we grab lunch before we go to New York?"

"Who's buying?"

"Me of course," he replied with a playful roll of the eyes.

"Good… I think I deserve it after you made me sleep on the couch…"

"Made you? I did no such thing! You did, however, make me sleep without any blankets."

"Well you sure weren't making an effort to come get me!"

He grinned and kissed her softly. "Let's go."

Standing up, he offered her his hand which she accepted. "You are so buying dinner too."

"I didn't expect anything else," he shot back with a grin.

Dr. Andrews frowned as he glanced at Lilian's x-rays, circling something with a marker. Lilian and Dwayne exchanged looks, the wrestler formerly known as the Rock squeezing her hand gently.

Dr. Andrews turned around, smiling sympathetically at Lilian. "How do you feel about having a little surgery?"

"I think it sucks," Lilian replied flatly.

Dr. Andrews shook his head, winking at Dwayne before telling her, "Well, you still have a torn tendon in your wrist, which explains the pain."

"Yeah? What are the other options besides surgery?"

"Ice and Tylenol." He shook his head sadly. "I'm sorry there isn't anything else."

Lilian bit her lip. "What does the surgery involve?"

"We'd have to chisel your bone a bit so we can reattach the tendon."

Dwayne looked at her. "Sort of like what they did on my ankle."

She nodded and then asked the most important question, to her anyways. "How long will I be out for?"

"Well," Dr. Andrews said. "We would put pins in to stabilize the bone as well and put you in a brace. You'd be in that for six to eight weeks."

Lilian sighed deeply, frowning as she looked at the hand sitting in her lap.

"But," Dr. Andrews continued. "I don't see why you can't ring announce or do promotional stuff for your album. That first week you're going to be pretty sore, but after that it's just a matter of the bone healing on it's own."

Lilian breathed a sigh of relief, smiling briefly at Dwayne. "And what are the chances that this will fix the problem?"

"Very good. In my thirty years as a doctor, I've only had one person have complications, and that was twenty-seven years ago."

"Could I have some time to think about it?" she asked shyly.

"Of course you can," the doctor answered. "It's not a life or death situation. You know my number," he added, standing up.

"What do you think I should do?" Lilian asked once they were back on their couch in Connecticut.

"You want my true opinion on this?" She nodded. "You won't get mad?" She nodded again. "I think you should have the surgery."

"What? Why?"

"Lil," he said chuckling. "Let me finish."

She nodded slowly, taking a deep breath as she heard him out.

"It's just now starting to hurt, Lilian. I don't want you to wait until it's worse and completely ripped off your bone. If you wait, the recovery time will be longer."

Lilian sighed, resting her head against his arm and holding her wrist to her stomach. "Will you take care of me and shower me with love and flowers and chocolate?"

He chuckled, kissing the top of her head. "I did last time, didn't I?"

"No, you wouldn't give me chocolate," Lilian pouted.

"It wasn't on the approved food list!" Dwayne exclaimed, smiling at her briefly before continuing, "Well?"

Lilian sighed again, looking at him with big green eyes.

"Can you hand me the phone?"

End Part 15