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Chapter 8: …Chapter 8?
"What the hell?!" Natalya asked. John grabbed her hand and walked back into Mickie's room. "I was just enjoying my peace and quiet!" she said. "Yeah yeah whatever," John ignored her and walked in front of her. "What is going on?" she asked.
"I have no idea," Natalya replied. Mickie shook her head and rushed out of the room before things went any further. "You can let go of me now!" Natalya broke away from John.
Mickie walked into the park and saw various kids, mainly boys, playing football. Mickie smiled, they were so cute. She looked down at her stomach, "I hope you are going to be active," she said to it.
Mickie continued walking, only to be hit in the head with the ball, she was unconscious. The boys ran over to her. "That's Mickie James! Dude, you knocked her unconscious!" one of them shouted angrily. "I didn't know!" he shouted back. "Didn't you read WWE magazine for kids? She's pregnant!" The other boy let out a little 'oh' sound.
"Has anyone got a phone with them?" a girl shouted. "I have!" one called out. "Call the ambulance!" the other girl shouted. She dialled the number and waited 4 minutes for them to arrive. Mickie was carried onto the stretcher and into the van.
The drive to the hospital was a short one. Mickie was in her room in a second. "We need someone to come and take her," a doctor said to another. "Look through her phone," one suggested. "Fine," the other agreed reluctantly.
He slipped his hand into her jacket pocket and grabbed her phone. "Lets see…Contacts…Kelly? No…Maria?…No…" the doctor mumbled to himself. "Go up," the other said. "Yeah, go on Chris," he smiled.
"Why Chris?" he asked. "Chris Jericho is my favourite wrestler," he let out a girlish squeal. "You can talk to him," the doctor clapped his hands. He called Chris.
Chris sat in his home eating his lunch. He looked at the number of on his phone and put it back down. "Who does she think she is?" he asked himself.
"He's not picking up!" he shouted. He called the number again and again and again. A doctor rushed in with some new updates on Mickie. "We need to do something, the ball gave her a huge cut and she is losing blood really quickly,".
One doctor put his head in his hands. "We have to get help really quickly," he said. "If our estimates are correct, we only have 5 minutes," the doctor warned. All 3 doctors rushed into Mickie's room.
Despite being unconscious, you could see on Mickie's face she was struggling. 3 minutes passed, there was now a crowd of doctors surrounding Mickie. "2 Minutes!" one shouted. One doctor got a tissue and dabbed it on his head, he was sweating. The 3 minutes felt like 3 hours.
"Guys we cant do anything," one said. All of a sudden, the monitor (or whatever you call it) was beeping rapidly. "Time of death: 13:46," one doctor said, writing it down.
"We have to tell someone!" the doctor said, a bit upset that they couldn't save Mickie. The doctor pulled out Mickie's phone from his pocket.
"I'm calling a girl this time. Let's see…Candice," he dialled Candice's number.
Candice stared at her phone. She reluctantly picked it up. "What do you want!" she shouted. "This is Doctor Fred speaking. Unfortunately your friend Mickie has…passed -" before he could finish talking, Candice dropped the phone on the floor out of shock.
She grabbed her coat and rushed to the nearest hospital. She opened the doors and found the two doctors standing there. "Can I see her?" she asked. The doctor simply nodded and Candice walked into Mickie's room.
She looked at Mickie's lifeless body. She had gone pale. She didn't look like the Mickie she was arguing with weeks earlier, or the Mickie she was best friends with months earlier.
"Mickie, I know the last moment you spent with me was arguing, but I want you to know, you were one of the best friends I ever had in my life. And if you loved Chris, then you loved him and there isn't anything I could do about it," she whispered into Mickie's ear.