Randy Orton had spent the most restless night of his life inside a suite at a Hyatt hotel in Miami, Florida. Sunday November 21st had been the night of the Survivor Series pay per view and the event where he was scheduled to victoriously defend his championship belt in a triple threat match. In a twist, his one time real life arch nemesis, Memphis Kramer, had been hand selected by Vince McMahon himself to officiate the main event. Though Randy had made good on his promise and backed off, the tension between the two was still tangible. And on top of it all, Randy couldn't stop thinking about the woman. It was a deadly combination that had culminated in a horrific accident.

Accidents and mishaps occurred all the time in the ring. Though it was important to save face, in their business the main thing was to make sure your opponent and anyone else involved was not injured. A simple slip had ruined everything. Randy Orton was no lightweight and his six foot four inch 245 pound frame had crashed into her smaller body with devastating force. The impact alone had knocked Memphis out cold for a matter of minutes. After the match ended and the live broadcast was over, the EMTs rushed out and only then did Memphis began to stir. With lightening speed, she had been snatched out of his embrace and placed on an ambulance bound stretcher.

John Cena had practically had to physically restrain Randy from going to the hospital that night. Considering the history between Randy and Memphis, John had told him it was not a good idea. So a pissed off and very reluctant Randy had gone back to the hotel and waited for word. Updates on Memphis' condition had not been communicated to and by five a.m. he was sick with worry. Monday Night RAW was going to take place a few hours north in Orlando and Randy's tour bus had been scheduled to take off a little before nine in order to be at the arena by 2 p.m. Randy had bordered the bus with his gear and bags in tow but there was pit stop he needed to make before getting on the Interstate.

"Hey, I'm looking for someone named Memphis Kramer," he said flatly to the greeter at the information desk at the University of Miami hospital. "She was admitted here late last night."

The woman smiled and clicked a few keys on the computer before looking up at him.

"Room 412, sir."

Randy nodded and found a nearby elevator that took him to the fourth floor. He stepped out and began looking at the different room numbers before pausing in front of the door he was looking for. It was ajar and he knocked once, his large hands only opening it even further. It was quiet and he looked inside. There was a machine beeping in the corner next to a bed. Upon further investigation, he saw the tiny silouhette of a human being lying underneath the covers. His breath caught in his throat. She looked so vulnerable, so fragile and helpless lying there.

"Good morning, sir," a friendly nurse entered the room.

"Hey," Randy turned his attention towards her. "How…how is she?"

"Are you a friend of Ms. Kramer's?"

Randy frowned.

"Yeah, um, I guess you could say that. We work together."

"She's okay. That was quite the fall she suffered last night but we expect a full recovery."

Randy stared down at her.

"Why is she still unconscious?"

The nurse smiled.

"She's not. Exhasuted? Maybe but definitely not unconcious. She suffered a mild concussion and she cracked a rib. A small dose of Morphine is being administered via drip to keep her comfortable for now but she should be released later today, tomorrow morning at the latest."

Randy felt a smidgen of relief that instantly went away when he saw the hideous and obnoxious purple bruise that extended from the side of her head all the way down her face.

"Jesus Christ, what is that?" he asked in a horrified voice.

"It's called a hemotoma."

"That sounds bad."

"It's just a fancy word for a collection of blood outside the blood vessels. Ms. Kramer has what we call a scalp hematoma that has affected the muscles and tissue outside of the skull. She has a nasty bump and bruise but we kept her here for observation to ensure there was no active internal bleeding."

"Was there any?"

"No. She's lucky"

After checking a few more things, the nurse left them alone closing the door. Randy, ignoring the clock, pulled up a chair next to the bed.

"Hey," he began, awkwardly clearing his throat. "Um, it's me, Randy. I, I don't know if you can hear me or not. I might be wasting my breath but I had to see you. I'm on my way to Orlando for RAW tonight but it looks like you're not gonna be able to make it. The good news is, you're gonna be okay. The cracked rib thing…yeah that hurts like hell. I had one before and it sucks but you're tough. You'll be okay. And it looks like you're going to be okay with the head injury too. That, that's good.

Look, I know I'm probably the last person you expected to see. I know I haven't exactly shown myself to be a good guy and all but…I don't know, Memphis. This one is all on me. It's my fault and I am manning up and admitting that. You know mistakes happen all the time in the ring and unfortunately people get hurt. I slipped, what can I say? I didn't mean to and I feel like shit for it. That's not a good feeling knowing you're the reason somebody else is hurt.

I've done some pretty bad things to you in the past. I've said I'm sorry and I know you don't believe me. I get that. It's cool. I can't say that I blame you. I know because of the way I acted before, it's kind of hard to trust me but I just wanted you to know, you have to know that this…last night was an accident. My boot legitmately slipped. I didn't mean to fall especially on top of you. I hurt you in other ways but I'd never hurt you physically and I just wanted you to know that. Hell, I wish it was me in that bed right now instead of you. It was an accident but I'm sorry all the same.

I'm just glad they say you're gonna recover and everything. You'll probably be back on the road before you know it. When you do, I don't know, I just hope things will be different between us. I'm not an asshole…I do want you to know that," he chuckled at the irony of it. "Sounds funny coming from me, huh? Okay, I don't always show my, shall we say, diplomatic side but I'm not a bad guy 24/7. I wish I could prove that to you. I wish you cared and that's really weird coming out of my mouth because I'm not the type of person who cares about what other people think about me.

But I'm being genuine this time. I said some mean stuff but the truth is, I don't think you're a novelty. You're good at what you do and everyone sees that now. Obviously you're not going anywhere and neither am I. May as well learn how to work together and get along. So I guess I'm asking for a truce of some sorts. Maybe we can start over and I won't be an asshole to you and hopefully we take it from there."

She was absolutely silent and still. Leaning over, Randy reached out and gently laid his and across her arm. Just as he did, the door flew open.

"What the fuck is this?"

Randy abruptly stood.

"Phil…"

The young woman's boyfriend had flown in from his native Chicago. His flight had been originally scheduled to land in Orlando for the show but due to his girl's injury and 24 hour observation hold, he had diverted his plane to Miami to be with her. The WWE execs had been understanding and the RAW commentary would just have to go one week without the colorful comments of CM Punk.

Phil had landed at Miami Dade International and cabbed it straight to the hospital. He had been kept abreast of Memphis' condition since the fall and though relieved that it wasn't more serious, he was nevertheless concerned. He had watched it all go down live on pay per view and he better than anyone understood that innocent mistakes happened all the time in the ring but considering the ruthless behavior of Randy Orton towards his girlfriend, Phil was skeptical to swallow that it had been an accident from the beginning. He knew eventually they would run into the Champ but he expected it backstage in an arena during the following week, not in the hospital room.

"What the hell are you doing here?" Phil asked again, his voice rising in anger.

"I was on my way to Orlando and I stopped by. I wanted to see how she was doing."

"You mean you wanted to check out your handy work?"

"That's bullshit and we both know it, Phil. It was an accident."

"Whatever."

"Look…"

"Listen, I know you waltz around the locker room like you own it but your presence here is neither wanted or needed. Leave."

Randy chewed the inside of his lip. Part of him wanted to punch Phil in his face right then and there but he restrained himself. Putting himself in the guy's shoes, he could understand where he was coming from.

"Fine. Just when she wakes up, tell her I came by."

"I'm not gonna do that. It'll just upset her. You do seem to have that effect on her, you know."

Randy looked him up and down and smirked. The only thing keeping him from kicking Phil's ass all over that room was the fact that he was the distraught boyfriend but his foe was taking things a little too far.

"Fine. I'll just tell her myself when I see her next week," Randy brushed past him.

One foot was outside the door before he felt two hands give him a hard push to the middle of his back. Randy stumbled forward but caught himself before he fell in the middle of the hallway. Fists clenched and fire blazing in his eyes, he turned back around.

"Stay away from Memphis."

"Or what?" Randy sneered. "Are you trying to threaten me?"

"Take it however you want as long as you just leave her the hell alone. You've hurt her enough and I'm not gonna let you do it anymore."

Randy tried to keep his cool.

"I messed up before and I admitted that. That's on you if you still want to be mad and hold a grudge, that's fine but I swear to God, if you ever put your hands on me again…"

"What?"

"You want me to show you right now?"

Phil laughed out loud.

"I'd love nothing more. Vince and a good family name can't protect you now. You're not inside the ring anymore."

The two men charged at each other like raging, wild bulls.

"Stop it…"

The voice was so quiet, so weak that they barely heard her but it was enough to cause a quick cease fire. Both Randy and Phil looked over at the bed where a wincing Memphis was trying to sit up. Phil rushed over to her.

"You alright?"

She looked from Phil to Randy.

"What are you guys doing?"

"He's being an asshole as usual and I was trying to protect you. He's the reason you're here in the first place."

"Don't…"

"Memphis…"

"No, Punk. Please. Not here. Just…both of you, stop it."

The nurse returned to the room.

"Is everything okay here?" she raised an eyebrow.

Phil narrowed his eyes.

"We're fine. Our company was just leaving."

Torn between not wanting to cause a scene and wanting to pummel Phil, Randy went with the first option and exited the room without another word. Ignoring the stares he received in the hallway, he angrily marched back to the elevator. His intentions had been good and he knew if he'd had the chance to talk to Memphis when she was okay, he would have been able to make her see his point of view. But that whiny jerk Phil had ruined everything , then had the balls to try to get in his face. He was lucky he hadn't received an RKO right on top of the crash cart. But starting a public fight would only piss off Vince, garner negative and unwanted publicity, and further push Memphis away. Punching the wall above the elevator key pad, Randy cursed out loud. He had already alienated her enough and that was the last thing he wanted.