Chris Benoit sat in his Corvette ZR-1 outside of the Allegheny County hospital. Inside was his co-worker and victim of The Undertaker, Amy Dumas. Chris had followed most of the WWE locker room here. He looked over at who was in his car with him.

"What does he want from her?" Christian asked, turning his head to look back at Benoit. Chris shook his head, running his stubby fingers through his short hair.

"You know how 'Taker is. He gets whoever he wants."

Christian turned his head to look out the window as he let his hand scratch at his lightly bearded chin. "He never messes with the girls, Chris. You know that."

"Yeah, I know." Chris said, smacking the same hand that had been rubbing his head against the steering wheel of the fancy car. "Damnit."

"What? Do you think the Ministry is coming back or something?" Christian asked, still scratching his chin.

"No, that can't be. I reckon there's some sinister Brothers Of Destruction plans going through Mark's mind."

Christian looked at his friend and lowered his hand from his face. "They wouldn't be beating up on the Divas. Kane knows better. I don't think he's even involved in this." After a pause the Crippler spoke.

"Let's just go in and see how she's doing." The Rabid Wolverine swung his door open, only for it to collide with a white Chevy Malibu that was still pulling into the parking space next to them.

"Watch it, wanker!" A British voice bellowed. Adam covered his face with one hand, embarassed by Randy's wreckless driving.

"Adam?" Christian asked, surprised.

"Jay? Why're you here?" Adam questioned, looking over to see his brother in the next car over.

"To check up on Lita, what're you doing here?"

"Watch your mouth, kid!" Benoit could be heard as he got out of his Corvette, threatening Randy.

"Well, yeah, that's why we're here too." The light blonde haired man said, getting out of the other car. All he received was a puzzled look from his brother. "I kinda took her out on a date the other day."

"What are you going to do, old man? Rape me like you did my uncle?" Orton shot back at an angry Chris Benoit.

"Oh my God, Randy, shut the fuck up!" Adam shouted, annoyed by his friend and his uncle's misfortune. He quickly walked into the hospital, not wanting to continue any conversation with Randy.

xxxx

Andrew Martin hooked his arm over his girlfriend's shoulders, whispering about better days in attempt to make her feel better.

"She lost so much blood..." Stacy whispered, leaning against Test.

"Don't worry, Stacy, I'll kick his ass." Bubba Ray boasted loudly from across the room. "'Taker got nothin' on me, right Spike?" Bubba shouted at the smaller man, unbuttoning his camo vest as he stood up.

"Say it, don't spray it." The small blonde man angrily replied.

"Why don't the jobbers shut up?" Fellow ECW Alumni Tazz grouchily said in an equally loud voice as Bubba Ray.

"You're one to talk, Tazz!" The Game growled.

"Everyone shut up. If you can't handle being an adult then I suggest you leave." This time it was the Texas Rattlesnake who spoke. After a moment of silence the automatic doors opened, Benoit, Christian, and two civilians rushing in, soaked with rain.

"Adam, look there, it's The Rock!" Randy whispered into Adam's ear, causing him to scan the room for the Brahma Bull.

"Try not to mark out." The Canadian Crippler muttered in response to Orton.

"Guys, this is my brother Adam and his..." Christian eyed Orton questioningly, only getting a stupid looking smile in return. "Friend. They're here to see Leets." Captain Charisma sat down next to Chris Jericho, Y2J's long hair cloaking his face as he stared at the tiled floor. Benoit swiftly walked to another room that was occupied by Eddie Guerrero, Chyna, Dean Malenko, Billy Gunn, Road Dogg, and DDP. Adam and Randy remained standing awkwardly by the entrance-way.

"What am I supposed to call you?" Stone Cold asked, gesturing to the two.

"I'm Randy Orton, but everyone calls me RKO." Orton said, finally sitting down in a seat next to Triple H.

"Yeah, and everyone calls me Edge." Adam said, realizing that he was starstruck.

"Sit down, Edge." Austin said, surprising the long haired Canadian who then sat next to his brother, his soaked locks making a water puddle form on the floor.

Silence reigned until a nurse came into the room.

"She's going to be fine, eventually." The grey haired nurse greeted, no sympathy in her voice.

"Eventually?" The People's Champion grumbled. The nurse must not have known who any of the Superstars or Divas were, because her expression didn't change when she spoke again.

"Yes, eventually. Sadly, she's broken her neck."