Okay, I'm going to rant for a minute.. Triple H comes back for a one night only event and it's not even on TV? For all of his fans to see? Made me soo very sad! I miss Trips so much! =(

Anyways, now we know what's going on with Casie.. Let us all hope that she'll pull through everything okay! Keep your fingers crossed!

Chapter 31- Broken

"So, what do you want first, the turkey or your mashed potatoes?" I asked Casie, rolling her hospital tray closer to her, and removed the lid on her plate the nurse had just brought in. I laughed hard at the look on her face. It was clear that she would have gladly chose neither, if she wasn't so hungry.

"Can't you just sneak me down to your bus and so I can eat something real?" I shook my head, still laughing and handed her the plastic knife and fork. I took my seat back in the leather recliner the staff had provided for me. I sighed and picked up the remote and surfed the stations for the right channel. I smiled when I found the right channel, just in time to see the opening collage of scenes that had been expertly cropped together. Casie looked up and sighed. "I don't see why I'm stuck here, when we could be there."

In a way, I knew how Casie felt. I watched the TV scene, watching as John Cena walked down the ramp. Both Randy and John were contract-bound to appear on tonight's live viewing of Monday Night Raw. So they had to fly out early this morning to get to the arena. Casie wasn't going to be released from hospital care until later this week, and I volunteered to stay with her. I didn't want her to be alone. Not after everything she's already been through. The only draw back was watching Randy work on the TV and not actually being there. That, and Keith knew that his father was not a cry away. I left my recliner and walked over to where his seat was placed in the floor. I sighed to myself, as I picked my fussy child into my arms, wishing everything were back to normal.

Casie and I sat in silence, watching as the show progressed on into the evening. But as hard as Casie tried, she couldn't make it the entire two hours. Her body was still exhausted from her extensive surgery and all the pain medications she had been put on. I called the nurse, to ask her if she could tell Casie where I had gone when she woke up, and gathered all of my things. I was getting a lot better at balancing items in my arms. I guess that's just a skill that mother's acquire. I hurried through the halls of the hospital, making my way towards the parking. I was in a rush to get back to the bus before the main event.

It was a little weird, having the bus all to myself and Keith. Randy and I were footing the bill for our two bus drivers to stay in the adjacent hotel that connected to the hospital, so they could rest. Once I made into the bus, locked up everything, and placed Keith in his playpen that we had brought along with us, I flipped the TV on. Randy was just making his way to the ring. John was already out there, waiting for him. I knew the stipulations of this match; whoever won the match, got to choose the guest referee for Randy and Wade's upcoming title match at Survivor Series. I didn't know the outcome, however. Since I had very rare opportunities to actually act like a regular fan, I wouldn't let Randy tell me any details about the show.

But before I could get settled into the couch, I heard Keith cry out for attention. I smiled to myself, wondering if Keith knew that his father was on TV and he wanted a better seat. And it wasn't hard to believe that I had thought was true, when I sat Keith up in my lap and he quieted as soon as his eyes landed on the TV. Keith and I made quite a pair as we both watched the match. It was very possible that Keith didn't get all of his love for the show just from Randy. I always got the biggest kick out of watching him. His reactions to the goings-on were the same as mine. Squeals of happiness when Randy had the momentum and groans of frustration when he was down. This little boy didn't stand at chance of staying away from the squared circle.

Keith and I were both unhappy of the ending, and I huffed as I shut the TV off. I looked over at the clock on the stove. It was ten minutes past ten. I needed to get Keith to bed. I had decided that, just on Mondays, I would let Keith stay up to watch Raw, when we weren't with Randy. Just a little way to keeping him in Keith's life. Together, I carried Keith into the bedroom, and settled down to give him his evening snack. I locked the door behind me, and crawled on the bed next to Keith. After fixing a pillow underneath both of us, I propped up on my elbow, lying on my side, and held Keith to my body. I knew one thing, I would certainly be glad when he started on smooth solid foods. I jumped slightly, causing Keith to grunt in annoyance, when I heard my cell phone ring out on the side table. I knew instantly who it was. Laughing, I answered it, "Hey Randy."

"Hey," Randy asked, and I could hear the smile on his face. Even through the slight panting of exhaustion after the match he had just been in. I could hear his breath as it hit the phone. My heart fluttered and my body warmed just at his voice. "What are you doing?"

"Well, I'm laying in bed with one absolutely, perfectly handsome man," I said, smirking at my choice of words. I heard the soft laughter on the other end. I covered my mouth to smother my own amusement. "With gorgeous red hair, and they blue eyes that are to dye for… I don't think I could ask for more."

"Oh really?" Randy retorted, as I visualized the smirk that was on his lips as we spoke. I had to bite my lip to keep from sighing. I wished for nothing more than to have Randy lying on the other side of Keith, for our family to be together.

"Of course, there's always that other man I see from time to time," I joked, fixing my shirt when Keith decided he had had enough. I hoisted him on my shoulder, and patted his back through his Viper onesie that he was going to sleep in. "He's tall, very tan, with these sexy tattoos covering his arms and shoulders. Did I mention the blue eyes? They are one of my favorite part. Oh, and let's not forget those thighs," I said, making a noise in my throat that I normally saved for delicious tasting foods. Keith made a noise that was a cross between a hiccup and a burp and I giggled at him softly.

"You are a tease," Randy said, and I couldn't hold my laughter any longer. Though I would never admit it, I did feel a little guilty for egging Randy on when neither one of us could seal the deal. He sighed softly, and I knew he was going to change the subject, "Is Casie doing okay tonight?"

"Better, I think," I said, and I thought back to her behavior before I left her room. I adjusted the phone on my shoulder, trapping it to my ear by bending my neck, as I laid Keith down on the bed beside me. With Randy gone, I didn't like sleeping alone. And I felt like Keith enjoyed being close to me as well. I removed the pillows and blankets from his face, or anywhere that was close to getting in his face. I had heard some horror stories about little infant babies suffocating because a blanket covered their mouth. Once I was okay with his arrangement, I turned back to my phone conversation. "A little frustrated that she wasn't in the show tonight, but otherwise healing just fine. I guess I shouldn't have watched it with her, because I knew it upset her."

"Oh, so you watched the show, did you?" I heard the tease in Randy's voice. I rolled my eyes at his tone. Right now is when I missed him the most. I missed the pillow talk at night. I was used to working away from him, and having my alone time in the day. But once the sun went down, and my work was done, I usually was with Randy. Every night, we would lay in the same bed, whether it be on this bus, or in our house in St. Louis, we would fall asleep together, sharing the events of the day before exhaustion took us. And while I was thankful that I was at least able to hear his voice, I wanted so badly to wrap my arms around him. I smiled at him, even though I knew he couldn't see.

"Of course I watched!" I retorted, and tried to sound accosted. "I was watching wrestling before I even knew who you were. You can't possibly think I would miss an episode now, do you?"

"Well then, I'm assuming that you didn't agree with the ending? From a purely fan point of view, that it," and he laughed at the disgusted noise I made, proving him right that I wasn't happy with Raw's ending. After thinking about Casie for a moment, I immediately thought of her counterpart.

"How is John holding up?" I asked. I was equally as worried for John as I was Casie. Whenever Casie hurt, so did John. If I knew him, he would worry himself sick. And Casie needed him healthy, not making himself sick.

"As well as one could hope, I suppose. He's worried obviously, but I think he's just relieved that she's not in danger any more," and I sighed in content knowing that John wasn't obsessing over this. I turned on my side, facing Keith, and tickled his belly as I listened to Randy change the subject and tell me a story about Wade tripping over some wires in front of all the Divas. My sides were in stitches when he finished. That made me feel better. To know of a moment that "Mr. I'm better than anyone" had an embarrassing fall. Probably trying to show off for the Diva's. I laughed harder when I thought of the girls expression at his antics. And my amusement was entertaining Keith. He kicked his little legs and swung his arms about and squealed in enjoyment. Randy got quite on the other end for a moment, before asking, "How is he doing?"

"Why don't you ask him yourself," I said, and turned on the speaker function of the phone, and held it out for Keith see. I smiled down at him, kissing the bottom of his little feet. "You want to talk to Daddy?" A goofy little smile crossed his face, and his small fingers closed around my phone. I giggled softly when he cooed in to the phone. "Talk to him, Randy."

I listened to Randy talk to Keith, and Keith made noises back at him, trying to hard to talk. Every few moments, Keith would get quiet and look at the phone, wondering why he could hear Daddy, but not see him. And if Randy got silent, he would pat the phone, trying to get him started again. Randy started to tell him about something silly John had done. Randy was speaking very animatedly, to make the story more entertaining. I watched Keith swish the phone back and forth, as Randy got to the end of the story. Keith looked at the phone again, a smile still on his face.

But then his face scrunched tight, the smile on his lips stretching wider. Before I could question his actions, a loud and bright stream of giggles broke lose from Keith's throat. My jaw dropped open as I stared at my son, who still had his giggle box turned over. My breath caught in my throat and I felt my eyes widen on their on accord. I heard a noise break through on the phone, and then Randy's voice. "Lora, did you hear that?"

A slow smile spread across my face as I realized my baby just laughed for the first time. And even though Randy was miles away, he had still heard it. The lack of oxygen finally got to me, and I gasped. I laughed with Keith, and clapped my hands, congratulating him cheerfully. I kissed his face all over as I scooped in his my arms. I took the phone from Keith, and pressed it to my ear. "Our baby just laughed!"

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The days leading into Friday all progressed the same. I would get up, feed and bath Keith, and go keep Casie company. I gave into her pleas, and would bring her food from the bus. I remember the hospital food from my short stay, and I wouldn't wish that on anyone. Once Casie had exhausted her supply of strength, Keith and I would go back to our bus, and have our nightly call with Randy. Ever since Keith had let loose with his first laugh, there was no shutting him up. He giggled at every little thing. And there was yet a time that I didn't laugh along with him. His face would split into this bright happiness; it warmed me to my very core. Just watching my son grow right before my eyes. It was incredible how fast he was developing.

But today, today was going to be different. Today is Friday. The day Casie is released from the hospital. And we finally get back on the road. Although, it would be another twenty-four plus rides to get to the next arena, it didn't matter. With each hour, I would be closer to Randy. And brought a smile to my face. So, I crawled out of bed, and went into the routine of preparing myself and Keith for the day. Within thirty minutes, we were headed towards Casie's room. Since we would be leaving today, I didn't unfasten his seat, and just toted him in my arms. He loved to rest his arms over my shoulder, and watch the action that past him. I stopped outside Casie's hospital room, and knocked softly. I heard Casie's mumbled welcome, and I pushed the door out of the way.

"How are you doing today?" I asked, giving into Casie's request to hold Keith on the bed. Casie was just as mesmerized by Keith's new ability to laugh at anything. She laid him down on the bed between her legs and began to entertain him. It didn't take much to make him laugh. A twitch of the face into a silly expression or just something shiny and noisy.

"Great, seeing that I get to leave to today. I miss being on the road," Casie said, not looking at me. She was too busy running her fingers up and down Keith's stomach, tickling him softly. And he was lapping up all of her attention. Besides me, Casie was the only other female that Keith has ever warmed up too. I knew he loved her, and I was definitely sure she felt the same way towards him. I shook my head and laughed at Casie's words.

"You do know you are only being released from the hospital care," I started, seating myself down into the soft leather recliner, "but you still aren't cleared to wrestle?"

I saw the slight frustration on Casie's face as she nodded softly. If I had learned anything about my best friend in the past year, that she was the female version of John. Her determination was just as powerful as John's and their will and love for the company was undeniable. That's why I thought they were perfect for each other. John and Casie both had the same ideals and wishes for where they wanted their life to go. They had plenty of huge hurtles in their path, past and future, but I knew they could make in through anything. Their were just that strong. Casie tucked a piece of her hair behind her ear, and cut her eyes to look at me. She sighed and motioned me to sit with her on the bed. She moved up to the head of the bed and sat Indian Style. "Can I talk to you for a minute?"

I moved at once, and joined her on the bed. I tried to make eye contact with her, but she was avoiding me with every smooth, seeming subtle, tactic she could. I tapped her foot through the white blanket. "You can tell me anything. I'm all ears."

"I just wanted to thank you," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. I almost lost her words, because made a loud squeal as he grabbed his toes. I tilted my head to the side, and waited for her to continue. She ran a shaky hand through her hair, and finally met my eye. "For saving me. I know that sounds a bit dramatic, but from what I was told, it fits. If it wasn't for you, I probably wouldn't be here right now."

I tried to wave her off, hoping that she hadn't been stewing over this in her thoughts, "Casie, it's nothing. You would have done the same for me."

"You're right and wrong on that," she said, and I looked at her in confusion. She smiled softly at me and finished her thought. "It is a big deal, and I would most certainly have done the same for you. You've been my best friend since your very first day in this company."

I returned her smile and leaned over to hug her softly, not knowing if she was still extremely sore. I didn't have to say that she was my best friend as well, because it was just understood. A few moments passed as we played with Keith, and the door behind us opened. I turned to see Casie's doctor walking in with her chart, and some loose papers.

"Good afternoon, Miss Patterson," he said, smiling at both Casie and myself. I stood up from the bed, and moved behind Casie, so I could listen and watch the doctor at the same time. He examined his chart once more before speaking to Casie again. "Well, everything looks good, so you are free to leave today. You will have someone there for you to help with everything until your healed better?"

I nodded, "She's riding me with in my tour bus. We have two beds, a bathroom and a kitchen. I'll take good care of her."

The doctor smiled at me, "Excellent. You'll be sore for about another two weeks. And I can't clear you for competition for at least a month. I want you to be completely healed for doing anything too strenuous. Now, all you have to do, is sign your release papers." He handed a stack of paper to Casie and she went to signing her name on each page in rushed flourishments. She smiled and handed her papers back to the doctor. But as soon as I saw his face, I knew that his news wasn't finished. He had something to tell us that he wasn't saying. Finally, he sighed, "There's something you need to know."

I felt Casie tense next to me, and I placed my hand on her back rubbing soothing circles to ease the tension. I knew what she was thinking. The exact same thing I was; cancer. When she spoke, I heard her voice waver. "What's wrong?"

I knew it must be bad when the doctor didn't denounce Casie's question. He hung his head slightly, and began reciting his news, as if he had practiced it several times before entering the room. "It would appear that your recent accident has affected you in ways that we didn't predict. You lost one fallopian tube, and essentially you lost an ovary. Without the tube there, the egg can't travel to the uterus. In a hopeful case, the fertility rate would be fifty percent or a little less for women with one tube. But you lost a tube because of an ectopic pregnancy. With each out-of-uterian pregnancy, the chance of it recurring double. Which puts women with one tube, after losing one, at a thirty-five percent fertility. But, with your history of cervical cancer…"

"What are you getting at?" Casie asked, her voice void of any emotion and life.

"Miss Patterson, I'm sorry. With your medical history, you only have about a fifteen percent chance of a healthy pregnancy."

Sorry this chapter is a little short. I'm a little behind. I had gotten used to my own schedule without following the show. Now I have to get back into the swing of things now that I'm following Raw again. But, please review!

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