There wasn't much of anything but dread going through Paul's head at the moment. When you got a call saying that your wife was in critical condition and went into premature labor…thinking straight and logically were out of the question. What Paul did know though was that if a doctor didn't come here soon and explain what was going on, injured or not, he'll kill someone. He was grateful of his friends and Stephanie's family though; his parents were flying in at the news but they wouldn't be here until tomorrow. John, Amy, Trish, Michael, Shane, Vince, Adam, Randy, and Linda were all waiting in the waiting room with Paul. No one had said a word. Not to each other, not to Paul, no one. While Paul kept pacing, much like Stephanie had, John sat in the corner with his arms crossed and an unreadable expression masked on his face. Randy was holding Trish's hand and supporting her while Adam had his arm around Amy's shoulder as she kept her eyes on the floor of the room. Shane and Mike both kept their gaze on the front desk, probably waiting for the doctor to come and speak to them at any second, and Vince was hugging Linda, who was crying softly. The tension was building up in Paul and he was beginning to get impatient and angry very quickly. The only sounds in the room were the nurses shuffling around and Linda's weeping. Paul was a man known for his patience…but it was quickly thinning. How can this be happening? he thought angrily. Why did I leave her alone? I shouldn't have left her alone. If I had stayed with her, then she'd be fine; the baby would be fine. Dammit! Paul lifted his leg up and hit the cheap coffee table in the middle of the room, knocking it over and shattering the legs of the table, as the magazines that were lying on top of it flew around the room. No one moved; they didn't even flinch.

John and Amy both looked up at Paul, who began to pant and brushed his hair back with his hand as one of the nurses walked over. "Is there a problem here?"

"I want to go see my wife," Paul growled.

"What's your wife's name?"

"Levesque, Stephanie Levesque."

"Are you the husband?" a man asked.

Paul turned to see the doctor standing in front of him. Paul nodded and folded his arms as everyone stood up behind Paul. "Yes I am," he said.

Paul tried to ignore the fact that the doctor has blood all over him. "I'm Dr. Rogers; I've been working on your wife."

"What happened?" Linda asked frightfully. "Is she alright? Is her child alright?"

Rogers sighed. "For now…they're both stable."

"What do you mean for now?" Paul demanded.

"The baby is fine. She'll make it."

Trish's eyes lit up. "She had a little girl?"

The doctor nodded and flashed them a smile when he noticed that Paul relaxed from the news. "Yes, and she's healthy."

"And Stephanie?" Vince asked hopeful.

The doctor frowned. "Mrs. Levesque went into DIC," he explained. "DIC is when your body's clots began to clot throughout the body instead of one localized area."

"So what does that mean?" Randy asked.

"What that means is she suffered an obstetrical complication," he told them. "Stephanie is bleeding internally and we can't stop it. She suffered a stroke after the delivery which only complicted things."

"You can fix it though, right?" Paul asked.

Rogers shook his head. "She's bleeding too much and too fast," he said softly. "Even if we could, the tissue is infected and is beyond repair." He looked at each one of them sadly. "I'm sorry. If you have anything you'd like to say to her, only two people can go in at a time."

Paul grabbed the doctor by his coat before he could leave. "Listen to me you little shit, you better go back in there and save my wife or so help me I'll fucking throw your lifeless body in the ocean…"

"Paul!" Mike yelled. He grabbed him by the shoulder and ducked just in time as Paul swung at him. John and Randy quickly grabbed Paul and hauled him to the ground as Paul continued to yell and fight against them.

"Knock it off Paul!" Randy shouted.

"Get a grip man," John shouted at him. "Is this what Stephanie would expect from you?"

John's words made Paul settle down as tears flowed down his face. "Paul," Mike said. "You're a Dad now."

"I can't," Paul said standing up and wiping his face. "I can't do this. Not without Steph."

"You'll always have Steph," John said. He looked around at everyone and added, "We all will."

Adam and Amy stepped into the room and saw Stephanie laying on the hospital bed with several machines hooked up to her. As they slowly made their way over to her, Amy realized that they had moved her in a different room because the floor wasn't covered in her blood. Stephanie was wrapped in several blankets and she was pale. Amy felt the urge to break down right there and curse Stephanie for the mess she was in.

"Hey," she whispered.

Stephanie opened her eyes and smiled at her friends. "Hey," she croaked out.

"You comfortable?" Adam asked.

Stephanie nodded slowly. "Just…a little…cold."

Amy shot Adam a look and wiped away her tears when she turned back to Stephanie. "So, you had a little girl," she said. "Just what we need…another Stephanie around here."

Stephanie chuckled and grabbed Amy's hand, squeezing it as tightly as she could. "Thank you," she whispered.

"For what?"

"For…being my friend."

This time, Amy couldn't stop her tears. "Steph…"

"I know…I won't make it," Stephanie said softly. "Now that I think about it…I cheated death once already."

"Aw, don't say that," Adam said forlornly. "You're a McMahon."

Stephanie smiled. "I love you guys."

Amy cried even harder and bent down to hug Stephanie as Adam watched, his heart breaking for the two women.

After Adam and Amy left, Shane and Michael stepped in the room. "Hey there, princess," Michael greeted her.

"Hey," she said smiling at them. "How's the show?"

Shane chuckled. "You're worried about work? At a time like this?"

Stephanie giggled. "When's a McMahon always a McMahon?"

Mike laughed. "Ain't that the truth?"

Shane grabbed his sister's hand and knelt down so they were at eye contact. "I just want you to know, Steph that you're the biggest bitch and pain in the ass I've ever met…much less grew up with."

Stephanie smiled at her brother. "Glad to know I made a difference."

Tears filled Shane's eyes as he nodded. "Yeah. You were always there for me Steph. Always. You never judged me; you always gave me the kick in the ass if I needed it. You always listened to me and helped me out."

Stephanie reached out and stroked his hair as Shane cried and buried his head in her arm. "God, if Dad'll see you now, I'd die happy."

Shane laughed as Michael came over and hugged Stephanie. "Despite the fact that you and I didn't always see eye to eye…you're one of the best people I know Stephanie. You're the world to Paul."

"Thanks Mike."

He reached in his pocket and pulled out a cross. "Here," he said handing it to her.

"I can't take this."

"Sure you can, and you will," he insisted. "That helped me throughout my life when things were going down the drain…but it brought me happiness, friends like you and Paul."

"Thank you."

Trish squeezed Randy's hand tighter as they walked into the room after an emotional Shane and Michael stepped out. The sight of seeing her best friend laying the hospital on her death bed terrified Trish. As she stepped over to Stephanie's bedside, she saw her eyes closed, and thought she was too late. She looked up at Randy as tears filled her eyes. "Don't worry," he said pointing at the monitor.

Stephanie breathed in and opened her eyes, seeing Trish and Randy stand over her. "Oh, hey…"

Trish lightly hit Stephanie. "Don't you ever scare me like that again!" she scolded.

Stephanie laughed and Randy smiled. "Sorry," Stephanie whispered. "Hey, I'm sorry I didn't get to see your last match."

"Steph, don't think about that now."

Stephanie nodded. "Can I ask you a question?"

Trish nodded. "Sure honey."

"Will you be my child's godmother?"

Trish looked at Randy then back at Stephanie. "Of course I will," she said as she hugged her. "I will be honored to Stephanie."

Stephanie turned to Randy and grabbed his hand. "You have to promise me something, Orton. You need to watch out for them…take care of my family and friends."

Randy nodded. "I will."

"I'm serious," Stephanie said. "No more drugs, no more one night stands…take care of them. Take care of Paul."

Randy watched Stephanie closely and nodded his head, fighting back tears of his own. "I will Stephanie. I promise."

Linda grabbed her daughters hand and cried freely as she kissed her hand and Vince rubbed his wife's back and watched as Stephanie smiled weakly. "I don't understand this," Linda whispered. "You're my baby girl," she sobbed.

Stephanie nodded as tears flowed down her cheeks. "I don't understand either," she whispered.

"What're we going to do?" Vince asked. "The brands run as smoothly as they do because of you."

Stephanie chuckled. "I don't know. You'll have to make do."

"Don't talk like that," Linda said. "You'll make it through this, Stephanie. You're a McMahon. We're survivors."

Stephanie shook her head sadly. "Not of this mamma," she said sadly. Linda cried and hugged her daughter tightly as Vince's eyes watered. "Not of this…"

John watched in silence as Vince was practically pushing Linda out of the room. Linda was wailing and screaming for Vince to let her go but he only shook his head and whispered something in her ear which made her cry even louder and sink to the ground, an emotional basket case. John looked at Paul, and when the former gave him no attention, he stood up and walked into the room, shutting the door behind him. John slowly walked over to Stephanie to see her staring into space. His throat suddenly became dry and hurt like hell when he saw how lifeless and glassy her eyes were. "Steph?"

She slowly turned to him but didn't say anything. For a second, he thought that she had lost her memory from the gash on her head, but a lazy smile appeared on her face. "Hey John."

He smiled weakly at her and grabbed her hand, kissing it, and rubbed her forehead. "How are you doing? Under the circumstances?"

She chuckled slightly. "I'm okay." Then she frowned and looked back up at the ceiling. "But mom…"

John swallowed hard. "I know," he whispered.

Stephanie looked back up at him. "Will you do me a favor?" John nodded. "My girl…will you be her godfather?"

John pointed at his chest. "Me?" Stephanie nodded. "Steph… I don't know…"

"Please?"

He bent down and saw the pleading look in her eyes. "Of course."

"Thank you," she said smiling.

John stood up and kissed her softly. When he pulled away, he was only a few inches from her face. "I was serious, Steph. When I said that I loved you…"

Stephanie gazed up in his blue eyes. "I believe you," she said softly.

John nodded. "Good."

"I'm so weak," she whispered.

"I'll get your doctor…"

Before he could walk away, she grabbed his arm. "No…I want you to stay with me."

John swallowed hard again and nodded. She moved over a little, as much as possible, and John pulled the bar down on the bed and laid down next to her, hugging her protectively, as Stephanie laid her head on his chest and listened to his heartbeat.