"Where the fuck are you?" Daniel Bryan yelled at the paramedics in the ambulance who obviously could not hear him as they were not there. He realised that he had not checked on Stephanie's injuries, not that he would have the first idea what he was looking at when he did. Gently he tried to part her hair and see where all of the blood was coming from. Her hair was sticky and matted together and he thought maybe he would actually do more damage by pulling at it so he just knelt there next to her and told her, "Not long now Steph."

Brie Bella ran and crashed through the double doors back into the arena building and sprinted along the hallway, her pounding footsteps echoing in the empty space. Where the hell was everyone? How could this place be fucking deserted? Eventually she saw someone, some random crew member, she had no idea who he was but she ran up to him. "Vince's office... Where is it?" She managed to asked between laboured breaths.

"You tell me?" He shrugged unhelpfully.

"Damn it!" She ran off searching for someone else to ask. Seeing nobody around she yelled, "Help me somebody!"

Eventually she reached the locker rooms. She had not realised that Daniel and herself had been nearly the last to leave as they had been so busy with their conversation and laughter. She also had not taken any notice of the fact that the parking lot had been nearly empty. Who pays attention to things like that when they are talking about getting drunk and having sex with their husband?

Without considering it she crashed into the men's locker room. She saw that Kane, John Cena, Seth Rollins and Dolph Ziggler were in there standing around talking. Clearly they had no reason to hurry back to their hotel rooms. "Does Daniel know you're doing this?" Seth asked jokingly. "I mean, four of us at once?"

Ignoring his stupidity Brie pleaded, "Take me to Vince, please!"

"Brie?" John asked, narrowing his eyes in concern. "What's going on?"

Rollins obviously felt guilty about his previous joke as he took in her frantic demeanour. "Are you okay? I didn't mean..."

Brie was getting nowhere with these questions so she screamed as loudly as she could, "Vince's office!"

John quickly led her out of the locker room and Dolph turned to Kane. "What was that about?"

"Ask me another." Kane shrugged.

John jogged along the hallway with Brie running behind him. He did not know what had happened but he sure could sense that this was not a time to fuck around with questions. The shock on Brie's face made that perfectly clear. Eventually he pointed at a door. "There."

Brie crashed straight through the door with hesitating. "What the hell?" Vince demanded loudly.

"You've got to come..." Brie gasped. Then as the image of Stephanie came back to her and she thought about what some sick bastard had done to her. She could not help it, she was violently sick all over the floor. She wretched four times and her sick covered a large area of the carpet.

"I'm going to have to pay to get that cleaned!" Vince raged.

Brie wiped the remains of the sick from her mouth and nose on her sleeve and gasped, "Just come! Where's Paul?"

"Come where Brie? What's going on?" Vince demanded, already forgetting about the potentially ruined carpet.

"Where's Paul?" Brie asked.

"He's looking for Stephanie. Tell me what's going on Brie." He was standing in front of her now having carefully stepped over the mess on the floor.

Words failed Brie as she realised that she couldn't tell Vince what had happened to his daughter, so she turned and ran. Vince hurried after her, demanding, "Where are you going?" Getting no reply Vince continued to run after her, apparently he would have to find out for himself what the hell this was all about. He struggled to keep up with her as she sprinted along the hallway, at least until she rounded a corner and ran straight into Paul Levesque, Stephanie's husband. The impact of their collision staggered him and knocked Brie clean off her feet.

Before Paul could help her up he saw Vince come around the corner also. "I can't find her Vince," he told the older man.

Brie managed to point, her hand shaking. "The parking lot."

Paul and Vince looked at each other for half a second and then both turned and ran towards the exit as Brie sat on the cold concrete floor trying to get her breath.

Finally Daniel heard the sound of a siren in the distance. It seemed like it had been an hour since Brie had made the call but in fact it had been just over five minutes. He checked Stephanie's pulse again and found that it was possibly even weaker than before. As the siren slowly got louder he yelled, "Come on for fuck's sake!"

After another thirty seconds he heard the siren begin to echo off the building behind him and out of the mist the ambulance finally appeared. It turned into the opposite end of the parking lot and Daniel jumped up and waved frantically. "Hey! Over here!" He yelled as loudly as he could.

The ambulance screeched to a stop a few yards away and the siren was turned off but the lights carried on flashing, illuminating the scene around the ambulance much better than the almost useless lights of the parking lot had been. Two male paramedics jumped out and raced in his direction. One asked, "You know the victim?"

The victim? She has a name you asshole, Daniel thought. "Her name is Stephanie."

The other paramedic was already leaning over Stephanie. "We've got head injuries," he told his partner. "Major blood loss. Stephanie can you hear me?" He was checking her pulse and apparently struggling to find it.

The other paramedic had fetched a stretcher from the back of the ambulance and was lowering it to make it easier for them to put Stephanie onto it. "You know her blood type?" He asked Daniel.

How the fuck would he know that? "No."

"We need o-neg then. Let's hope we have enough." This had been directed at his fellow paramedic.

"We've got to move her or we lose her," the other paramedic replied. "I barely have a pulse."

Daniel was surprised at how they picked Stephanie up and put her on the stretcher. He had expected them to be very gentle with her but no, this was pure urgency. One paramedic was checking for a pulse again. "No pulse! Start CPR."

Daniel was shocked as the other paramedic jumped on top of Stephanie, straddling her stomach, and began pumping her chest with his hands. The other paramedic placed an oxygen mask over Stephanie's face and turned to Daniel, "I need you to squeeze this for me. Just how I'm doing it."

Daniel watched the rhythm that he was required to copy and began squeezing the bag attached to oxygen mask as he'd been told. The paramedic who had shown him how to do it had ran around to the end of the stretcher and began pushing it. Daniel walked alongside the stretcher almost in autopilot as it was pushed towards the back of the ambulance. He climbed in as the stretcher was slid inside and tried to concentrate on doing his job instead of the fact that he was standing next to Stephanie McMahon who was essentially dead.

He was shoved aside by one of the paramedics. "Step back sir, I've got this now." As this happened the other paramedic climbed off of Stephanie.

Next Daniel heard a high pitched whining sound and then. "Charging... clear!" Things were happening so quickly that it all seemed to be a bit of a blur. Was he going into shock himself? He watched as the paramedic who had been doing Stephanie's breathing for her raised both his hands away from her and the other used chest paddles to shock Stephanie, attempting to restart her heart.

"Come on Steph!" Daniel pleaded.

Paul sprinted outside into the parking lot, leaving Vince trailing far behind. It had taken Brie so long to find them and get her message across that the ambulance was already there. Paul could not actually see it as he exited the building but he could see the flashing lights dancing over the cars and reflecting from the surface of the parking lot. He ran in the direction the lights were coming from, trying to image how his wife had gotten herself run down in the parking lot. He assumed that was what had happened, what else could it be? Had Brie Bella backed her car over his wife?"

As Paul got to the point where he could see into the ambulance his legs nearly collapsed from under him. The paramedics were shocking whoever was on the stretcher. That meant they were trying to restart their heart. He found himself praying that it wasn't Stephanie although he already knew that it was. He ran over to the ambulance just as Daniel Bryan stepped out of the back of it, looking dazed. "What the fuck did you do?" Paul screamed at him.

Daniel held his hands up defensively. "We found her. Someone's attacked her."

Paul's mouth dropped open, "Attacked?"

He looked into the ambulance and heard, "I've got a rhythm but it's weak. We need to move."

The other paramedic jumped out to run around to the driver's seat. "You family?" He asked.

"She's my wife."

"Get in." The paramedic ordered. Paul did so and the door slammed behind him. A few seconds later he heard the siren turn on and the ambulance tore away so fast that Paul was afraid that the guy who was driving would crash it.

As the ambulance screamed away Vince finally arrived on the scene, panting as he was out of breath. Daniel was still standing where Paul had left him. "She's alive Vince, they got her back."

"Got her back? What the fuck did you do?" The older man yelled.

The same question as Paul had asked earlier got the same response. "We found her. Someone's attacked her."

Vince turned and yelled, "Get my car!"

Brie came jogging over, having regained her breath. "Ride with us Vince. Daniel, let's go." They all raced over to Daniel's car which was still standing with the front passenger's door open as Brie had left it. With a screech from the tires Daniel headed off in the same direction that the ambulance had gone in a minute or so earlier.