Chapter 2

The match had a lot of brutality in it, but nothing Geneva panicked over…until she witnessed Uncle Mick go headfirst into a table. Undertaker had gotten the steel steps that Mick brought in the ring and nailed him, who was on the ring apron, right in the temple, sending him crashing headfirst through it. When Geneva saw that and heard Vince McMahon on the monitor say something about Uncle Mick having a broken neck, that was all Geneva could handle. She ripped open the dressing room door and took off down the hallway, tears filling her blue eyes.

Somehow, she arrived at the place called the gorilla position, where wrestlers headed to and from to do their jobs. She waited with bated breath, watching another nearby monitor with some of the other WWF Superstars and blinked at what she saw next. Undertaker had won the match and currently had Paul Bearer cornered, the man pleading with him to stop. Undertaker proceeded to take a cloth of some sort, along with a lighter, and lit it up as a fireball seared Paul Bearer's face.

"Oh my god…" She whispered in horror, covering her mouth with her hand and felt her stomach twist violently as the chubby man rolled out of the ring in agonizing pain.

The purple lighting took over the ring as the lights dropped while Taker shook his hands, apparently burning himself with the highly flammable cloth. Mick rolled out of the ring to be by his manager's side instantly, keeping Paul's face covered with his suit jacket and both scurried up the ramp through gorilla position. Undertaker stayed behind to salute the fans and drink up his victory, if one could call it that, the burnt flesh around his right eye clear for the world to see. Mick had ripped the bandage almost all the way off during the match, so Undertaker kept checking it to make sure he wasn't bleeding.

"Uncle Mick, is he okay?" Geneva demanded as soon as she saw them stumble through the curtain, rushing over to him.

"Gen, what the hell are you doing out here?" Mick demanded, guiding Paul down the hallway with her following, needing to get him to the trainer's with some help from medical attendants on hand. "Never mind that, just go back to my room and I'll be there soon."

"But your head…"

"Geneva, don't argue with me, sweetheart. Now go." Mick never ordered Geneva to do anything, but right now he had to focus on Paul, knowing the man needed medical attention immediately. "Hold on, Paul…"

Paul wheezed, not able to speak, though thankfully the fireball hadn't seared completely through the heavy makeup he wore.

Geneva's medical instincts were kicking into overdrive, though she knew there was nothing she could do to help the poor man. She was more worried about her Uncle Mick because that spill into the table hadn't looked very comfortable. He was walking though, so his neck couldn't have been broken, miraculously enough. Still, Geneva wanted him to get checked out to be on the safe side and started heading down the hallway where her Uncle went, refusing to leave him right now.

Walking through the curtain moments later, Taker kept feeling around his right eye and forehead, knowing he had small pieces of glass embedded in his forehead. Foley had taken a damn glass water pitcher and smashed it over his head during the match, which knocked him loopy for a few seconds. He stumbled, his fingers slightly burnt from the fireball cloth and suddenly pulled his melted leather fingerless gloves off. They hurt since they were melting into his palms, but he had to wait until he was backstage, tossing them in the nearest trashcan.

"You are one crazy son of a bitch, Bill." Larry stated, looking at the man who portrayed the character Paul Bearer and began looking over the burn on his face. "You should've put a thicker layer on."

"Yes, no point in dwelling on it. Just fix me up." Bill requested in a grunt, moving his eyes over to where Mick stood. "He needs to be checked as well."

"Yes he does." Geneva's voice came from the doorway, her arms folded in front of her chest. "Don't make me do it, Uncle Mick."

Mick groaned, not amused that his niece refused to leave him alone. "I'm FINE…" He whined, sighing when she flashed those ocean blues at him and knew her mind would be at ease if he just let Larry look him over. "Let him finish up Paul first."

"Who is that, Foley?" Larry asked, busy applying some cream to Bill's face.

"My brilliant niece." Then Mick got an idea, the light bulb in his fuzzy brain clicking on. "Who just graduated from medical school and is on her way to do an internship at a hospital somewhere in the country."

Larry finished applying the cream and glanced over his shoulder, his eyes scrutinizing her for a minute. "Think you could help me out with this?" He gruffly asked, knowing it would be a little while before he could get to Foley and he had a feeling Undertaker would be paying him a visit as well.

"I think that's a great idea!" Mick crowed, walking over to pull his dumbfounded niece into the room. "And I'll be her first patient!"

"Whatever you wanna do. I just need a little help. Clint had an emergency and had to fly home, I think his mother died or something." Larry said disinterestedly, too busy focusing on all the injured Superstars. "So we're shorthanded here and if you trust her, then I don't have a problem with it."

Geneva didn't know what to think or say, watching as her Uncle Mick instantly hopped on the examining table and bit her bottom lip. "Uncle, I haven't actually…I mean…"

"Are you able to perform or not?" The deep baritone of Undertaker resonated from the doorway, thankful he still had his vision. "Larry does not appreciate his time wasted."

"Taker, calm down, she's just nervous." Mick defended, holding his hand up and looked at his niece with pure confidence. "Come on Gen, you can do this. Just start with the basics and follow your instincts."

Taker was not in the mood to watch this girl be given a medical lesson, especially when he too needed treatment immediately.

"Alright, alright…" Geneva sighed resignedly and took a tray of instruments from the nearby table, pulling out a few to use. She also snapped a pair of medical gloves on. "You crashed through that table pretty hard, so let's check to see if you have a concussion."

Mick grinned, laying back like a good patient and let his niece shine the light in his eyes. "That's my girl." He whispered, reaching over without moving to squeeze her side, letting her know everything was fine.

"Your pupils are dilated, so I'd say you have a minor concussion." Uncle Mick was lucky he didn't have a broken neck, Geneva thought, as she continued the examination, making sure everything was in working order.

Once Mick was finished, after getting a few lacerations on his arms and head closed up, he hopped off the examine table, looking at Paul worriedly. "He gonna be alright, Larry?" He asked, not noticing Taker had walked into the room to take his place.

"Yeah, still gonna be a minute or two though." He dabbed his forehead and turned away from Bill briefly to look at Geneva. "Would you mind taking care of Taker for me? I promise I'll pay you for your services tonight."

Geneva swallowed hard, not expecting that request and slowly turned her gaze down at Undertaker, who merely lay there with his eyes closed. "Umm…sure…" She could use the extra cash and figured, if the WWF's lead physician trusted her, then who was she to question his judgment? "Are you alright with that, Undertaker?"

"Whenever you're ready, darlin'." Taker replied in a low voice, trying to mask his pain and failed miserably.

Mick didn't like this, but kept his mouth shut and watched as Geneva slipped a new pair of medical gloves on, worried more about his niece than his opponent she currently treated. "So where do you want to go for dinner, Gen?" He asked, trying to start up conversation to make her feel more comfortable.

"I don't care, but I sincerely doubt you'll feel up to going out once your adrenaline wears off." She replied, removing the bandage with ease and tossed it in the trash, not bothered by the charred flesh around Undertaker's right eye.

Taker would be lying if he said he didn't enjoy her soft hands against his skin, feeling them run over the injury carefully. Geneva took some of the burn cream that Larry was using on Paul Bearer –Bill- and tried being as careful as she could so she didn't hurt Undertaker further. The man didn't flinch as soon as the cream was applied, though she did notice his hands tighten on the table slightly.

"Sorry." She whispered, thankful Mick had stepped out when Rocky arrived to check on him.

"Don't be." He whispered back, gingerly opening his eyes to look up at her, green once again meeting ocean blue. "Doesn't hurt as much as it did last Monday."

"I bet not." She agreed, placing a fresh bandage over it and then checked the small laceration in his hairline, remembering he'd gotten smashed over the head several times in the match with objects. "You'll need just a stitch or two, alright?"

Taker gritted his teeth and nodded, hoping it was just a small cut, but he also enjoyed Geneva's hands on him longer, especially in his hair. He had several scenarios in mind and all of them involved Geneva naked in his hotel room buried to the hilt inside of her. Of course, Taker couldn't make that blunt of an offer, having a feeling Mick would try to kill him if he did and smirked at the thought.

"By the way, I prefer your Cactus Jack character instead of Mankind." Geneva said randomly, starting the stitching process.

That brought a ghost of a smile to Taker's lips, keeping still. "Who didn't?" He rumbled softly.

"We could see Cactus in the WWF one day." Mick laughed, his eyes lighting up at the thought then glanced at Taker, smiling good naturedly. "Though Mankind should be more than enough for you."

Taker just snorted, letting that comment slide since Foley's niece was present.

Once the stitches were done, Geneva checked over the rest of him like she did her Uncle Mick, satisfied when nothing else seemed to be injured. "You're finished, though you do have a minor concussion." She'd checked to see how dilated his pupils were, not leaving anything to chance. "As long as you stay awake for the next two hours, you'll be just fine."

Larry finished with Mick the same time Geneva did. "I'm going to go grab a quick shower. You wait for me, Gen, I want to buy you dinner." He ordered before walking out of the room, ignoring Larry's orders to avoid getting water on the bandage. Like he didn't already know that?

He knew that, though Taker bit his tongue so he didn't upset the gorgeous woman and simply nodded. Staring at Geneva intently, she had to be related on Colette's side. He had met Colette and she was a very beautiful woman, a model even. Geneva could very well have been a model too if she hadn't gone into nursing, or whatever her medical profession was. He hadn't seen many nurses who actually did more than ask questions and check temperatures.

"Thank you, Geneva." Her named rolled off his tongue in a sultry caress, not able to keep the huskiness out of his tone and briefly cupped her cheek, exiting the room without another word.

Larry stared after him with wide eyes, his jaw dropped. "Okay…that is the TAMEST I've ever seen that man when he's being treated. What the hell?"

Geneva merely smiled and shrugged, taking the examining gloves off, tossing them in the trashcan. "Beats me. Do you need help with anyone else?" She asked, knowing Uncle Mick would be back soon enough.

"No, Bill is nearly done here and I think I only have one more person to treat." He walked away from Bill over to his coat, pulling his wallet out of the pocket and pulled out a few hundred dollar bills, tossing them on the examination table Geneva worked at. "As promised."

Geneva blinked, almost afraid to touch the green bills and swallowed hard, looking at Larry like he was insane. "That's over $500…" She pointed out, feeling horrible for taking his money. "I can't…"

"Chump change honey, take it. You deserve it, especially since you just treated two of the top stars in the company with no problem." Larry stated, winking and went back to check on Bill, starting to bandage his face.

Not knowing what to say or do, Geneva reluctantly took the bills and folded them up, stuffing them in her jean skirt pocket. "Thank you, sir." She murmured quietly, feeling incredibly awkward and managed a small smile.

"Larry." He corrected, turning to face her. "Your Uncle went back to his dressing room I think, do you remember where it is?"

"I'll find it, shouldn't be too hard. Thanks again for the experience. Good night." Geneva walked out of the trainer's room and headed down the hallway, deciding she needed some air.

Finding the exit wasn't hard and, since Geneva had her pass, she wouldn't have a problem getting back into the building. She stood out there and let the cool night air assault her body, closing her eyes as thunder rumbled in the distance. A storm was coming, she could feel it. Geneva loved storms, especially lightning ones because of how deadly yet fascinating they were. When a streak of lightning flashed across the sky, Geneva opened her eyes just in time to see it and felt the electricity in the air, knowing someone was standing behind her.

"You should not be out here alone."

Undertaker…Geneva slowly turned around to face him and locked with those green orbs again, her breath once again stolen. He changed and had on skintight black jeans, a black leather vest and his hair was pulled back in a low tail, a black bandana wrapped around his forehead. The vest was open just enough to show off the slightest bit of chest, which was a blatant tease to Geneva. At least, that's what she thought anyway.

"Why is that?" She asked softly, not moving when he took a deliberate step forward and smiled. "I just needed some air after having that impromptu medical experience."

Taker raised an eyebrow, having overheard Foley brag about his niece's uncanny medical abilities and didn't know if he agreed yet or not. "You act as though that was your first time doing it." He commented, walking over to stand beside her and looked up at the night sky. "Mmm it's going to rain." His favorite weather, closing his eyes.