Ch 20

Stacy sat in the chair as the doctor finished up wrapping Mark's arm. She nervously played with her hair watching Mark wince in pain. He winked at her hoping to ease her worries. Her attention was drawn to the doorway where she saw her father talking to one of nurses.

"I'll be right back," Stacy said stepping out in the hallway to meet her Dad.

"Please tell me you are suspending Dave for what he did," she stared at her father. He gave her a serious look resting his hands on his hips. "You're not suspending him."

"We have to investigate further what happened. Mark may end up being suspended too."

"I saw Dave shove Mark. You can not suspend Mark for defending himself. Who else would have hit him?"

"I don't know. I will find out and deal with it," Vince balled up his fist hating that he even had to deal with nonsense like this. "What were you doing at the arena?"

"I stopped by to give Mark keys to the house since I won't be there and I wasn't sure if Adam would be around to let him in over the break," she made up a lie hoping her father would buy it.

"What is going on between you and Adam?" Vince moved right on to the next question satisfied with her answer.

"We are getting a divorce. He lied to me one too many times. He is keeping something from me and I gave him more than enough chances to tell me," she frowned feeling her stomach churn just talking about Adam.

"Do you think he is having an affair?"

"No, I don't think so," she softly said.

"You know you have your mother's and mine full support," he hugged her kissing her forehead. "I will make Adam's life a living hell at work."

"No you won't. Please just leave him alone."

"Are you sure?" Vince asked hoping she would let him torment Adam for breaking her heart.

"Yes," she firmly said.

"Fine, how is Mark?"

"Come on and see," Stacy motioned for her father to follow her. Vince shook his head when he saw the big knot on Mark's head and the sling on his arm.

"Are you ok? How bad is it?" Vince crossed his fingers hoping Mark wasn't out for long.

"A major headache, bump on my head, swollen upper arm and a hairline fracture to the elbow that will keep me out of action for the next few weeks. I don't need a cast at the moment. I have to see the doctor in two weeks if the elbow isn't healing right with the splint. I'll need a cast," Mark rattled off what the doctor had told him.

"I'm going to kill Batista myself. What hell is wrong with him? Why would he attack you?" Vince's face turned red with anger.

"He said someone told him I was going to ambush him so he came to pay me a visit," Mark felt woozy as the pain killers started to kick in.

"Do you think he hit you with the chair?" Vince asked.

"Honestly no. I had him down there was no way he hit me. I heard footsteps someone else hit me."

"Who?" Vince and Stacy asked in unison.

"I have no clue. I didn't get a chance to see. I wish I did so I could break his neck," Mark rubbed his face in frustration.

"I already have people looking into it. You take the time off you need. I'll be in touch regularly. Anything else I can do for you?" Vince asked.

"No thanks," Mark shook his head looking over at Stacy watching them quietly.

"I hope you feel better soon," Vince patted Mark's arm then turned to Stacy hugging her tightly. "Remember if you need anything your Mom and I are here for you during this difficult time. Do you want to get away for awhile?"

"That sounds good," Stacy like the idea of getting away and getting her thoughts straight after all that had happened.

"Well the jet is yours. Just keep in touch," Vince kissed her cheek before leaving the room. Stacy slid the glass door over after he left. She looked at Mark seeing how drowsy he was getting.

"You should lie down. The nurse won't be back for awhile with your discharge papers. I'll wake you when she comes," Stacy neared him resting her hand on the bed next to him.

"I'll sleep when I'm out of this hell hole," he muttered with a look of disgust. "I hate hospitals with a passion."

"You and me both," she softly said. "What are you planning to do for the next few days?"

"I have no clue. I can't go home to recover since I have no home yet. I guess I'm going to speed up the whole finding a place process," Mark let out a frustrated sigh.

"Do you want to come with me on a trip? If the doctor says it's ok of course," she almost whispered her question.

"What?" he asked hoping he had just heard her clearly.

"Well I did offer to let you stay with me while you were looking for a new place. Even though things have changed and at the moment I don't have a home either as long as Adam is there. I can offer you to escape with me on the jet to destination unknown at the moment," her cheeks turned rosy as she spoke. "What do you think?"

"That's about the best offer I've had in a very very long time," he smiled covering her hand with his. "Let's get lost works for me. What about finding out what's in Adam's bag?"

"That can wait for awhile. I think I need to clear my head. It really doesn't matter what's in the bag I'm still leaving him," she didn't want to think about Adam for awhile. Suddenly she frowned as she realized she had to go back to the house before leaving.

"What's wrong?" Mark asked seeing the concern fill her eyes.

"We need to stop back at the house and pick up a few things since going to be gone for at least a few days," she said as he nodded in agreement.

"Ok we can do that," Mark didn't see the problem.

"What about Adam?"

"Adam has to stay on the road for another show and the Smackdown taping," Mark reminded her making her smile.

"This plan might actually work," she started to think of the best place for them to go. Mark held onto her hand still happily surprised she had asked him to tag along on her escape.