Wow, I am EXTREMELY (no pun intended) sorry for the long ass wait for this update!!! I had actually misplaced all of the remaining chapters, but I've found them recently so heres chapter 30 and 31 combined.

You'll probably have to remind me to update soon, since I haven't been on fanfiction lately. But look foward to MORE JEFF/TRISH or Jeff/Others fics from me soonish!! They're in the works. (for those Extreme Stratusfaction lovers, the J/T is called 'On Your Porch')

Hope you enjoy the update!! Keep those reviews coming!!!!!!!

xo Candy

(p.s. please remember that this fic is years old. So Ive tried to fix it up a bit. Some things may seem out of place, thats why!)

Chapter 30

Minutes passed by as if they were painful hours as Trish and Amy sat holding each other, a mere silence between them.. Amy had immediately told Trish what happened to Jeff, and the two remained in each other's tearful embrace ever since. Matt had told Amy he was skeptical about Jeff coming out of his situation able to heal, if he passed survival, then seemed to have a change of heart when a breathless Trish walked into the room. He didn't feel like explaining it all to them yet why he now knew Jeff was going to be okay, and prayed they would not ask.

The same pepper-haired doctor with the friendly face emerged from the back, clipboard tight against his chest. "Well, he's still completely out of it.."

Matt nodded. Of course.

"But, we ran a few tests and hes showing signs of improvement. You can see him now."

The elder Hardy looked back at Trish. Despite the tears of black mascara that ran from her blood-shot eyes down to her flushed cheeks, he noted that she seemed to be the strongest soul there. With clasped hands, both girls got up and began to walk towards Jeff's room.

Hesitantly, Matt stopped his red haired lover from her destination. "Just let her go, we'll follow later."

With no signs of hesitation or confusion, Amy let go of her friend's hand after a final squeeze, and waved slightly at Trish as she followed the nurse to see Jeff.

She turned to Matt, slipping her arm around his waist. "Don't you wanna see him?"

"Yeah," He nodded gently, his mind elsewhere. "Just give her five minutes alone with him first." Normally, he would gave gone first. Granted, it was his only brother, his flesh and blood. But he came to the conclusion that the brotherly love he held for his only sibling would not be able to hold a candle to the burning passion and desire between the blonde and Jeff. Her, with those eyes and that hair..body held snug within the dress Jeff loved. Hope in a feminine form. There was some glimmer of hope that that dress held, and although it was pure God, Matt held on dearly to the words his own brother had said just a few nights before.

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It hurt her so much to see him like this. Laying there, motionless yet warm, in a hospital bed that could turn into a coffin in a mere matter of seconds.. Although it was still Jeff, with the blue hair and tattoss, he looked nothing like himself.

The had nurse left. It was just her…and Jeff now. And although he was still there, she felt somewhat alone in the room. Cautiously, she approached him. "Jeff…" She cried softly as she pulled up a chair next to him. His short, blue hair framed his face. She just held his hand and spoke to him gently, not knowing what else to do.

Her eyes trailed from his hair to his scarred forehead, from his silent eyes to his motionless lips. Her mind fluttered to a time only hours back when those lips had been so alive, kissing the breath from her very lungs. And those piercing, green eyes that admired her passionately.

The door slowly began to creek open behind her, and she turned to see Matt and Amy right along with a nurse step in. "Hey, guys." She whispered, resenting the fact that they'd entered, yet still relieved she was no longer alone.

"How's he doing?" Matt asked as he pulled Amy into the room. Poor Amy. She looked simply terrified. She held her hand over her mouth as she caught the site of the brother she never had laying motionless upon his bed of white. "It's okay, Ames." Matt whispered, hugging her close.

Trish soon realized she could no longer take it. Not the tears of a frightened brother, nor the trembling hand of a friend who loved. She could not look at the empty body bound with wires and tubes and beeping machines. No, she couldn't stand seeing Jeff any longer... not like this.

She got up slowly, her hands on her knees as a sigh escaped her. "I guess that's it, huh?" It took almost everything inside her just to cause a few words to roll from her lips.

"Don't worry, Trish." Matt assured her, seemingly noticing the blonde's deteriorating being. "He'll be okay. Just trust him."

Trust him? How could she trust someone that wasn't even there?

Chapter 31

In reality, not much timed had passed... and yet precious time ticked slowly for the three of them. They all agreed that if Jeff was there he wouldn't want them to slouch around as if the world was ending. All their backs were turned to him, it was just to hard to talk about him waking up and looking at his motionless body at the same time. It killed hope.

Adam and Jay had stopped by, then left after about an hour later. Matt's cell phone wouldn't stop ringing from calls from friends and even J.R. Before long, the three of them shut their cell phones off all together. And the worried threesome kept talking.

Soon, Trish found herself yawning uncontrollably, her eyes stinging against her as she fought to keep them open. "You okay, Trish?" Amy asked, noticing as another tear made its way down the blonde's cheek.

"Oh, yeah. I'm fine." Trish replied simply, her hands folded across her chest as she forced her eyes not to fall upon the man behind her. "I'm just anxious, and numb. I'm probably falling apart on the inside but it'll go away. It's just... not knowing, is the worst, ya know?...But really, I'm okay.

"And to think…all this time I was worried about you."

Trish froze, her eyes locked upon an area in another place. That famliar, faded voice met her mind with a gentle blow.

She turned around, and there he was, staring back at her with the biggest grin he could possibly imagine. "Jeff!"

She ran over to him and placed her hand on his to keep it from trembling, her eyes tangling in his hair and down the sides of his face.. "You're alright!"

He nodded slowly, his half-lidded eyes sparkling as they stared up towards her flushed face. "Of course I'm alright... I had to come back and see the woman I love wearing that dress."

Trish managed to choke out a huff of laughter, her nose running along with the tears down her face. "Oh... God, Jeff... baby..I'm sorry, I'm so sorry." She trembled, placing his arm around her as she brought herself closer to him. "I never should have left."

"Baby, don't blame yourself..." His voice was weak, throaty and whisper-like. "Me falling off a damn ladder as nothing to do with you." Seemingly testing his physical boundaries, Jeff lifted his head slightly.. a small smile gracing his features when he saw his brother and best friend peering over the blonde's shoulder.

"Hey…Jeff," Amy whispered, smiling through her tears. Her hand close to her cheek to wipe away the wetness, still weak with fear.

"Hey, Ames."

"You scared me, ya know." She mentioned, seemingly composing herself. "I figured all that death-defying crap finally caught up with you."

Without the strength to laugh, Jeff just shook his head comically. "Hell, you know that'll never happen." Shifting his eyes to the man at Amy's side, Jeff laid his head back down on his blood-stained pillow. "Right, bro?"

Unable to compose himself, Matt looked down into the beaten face of his little brother. "You'll live forever, man."

He pulled Trish in as close as close could be, his eyes fluttering shut as he spoke towards his brother. "I told you I'd be alright,"

"Yeah…" Matt whispered as pulled the redhead ever so tightly against him, not wanting his brother to overhear the sob he was desperately holding in, "You told me,"

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