Felicity ran through the halls as fast as she could. She looked around for other wrestlers but unfortunately came up short. She and Dave had separated to see if they had more luck in finding people. Luckily, she finally came up on Chris Benoit who was warming up for his match. Panting Felicity started pointing towards the arena,
"Chris! Bradshaw and Farooq had a match against Big Show and Lesnar. Krystina showed up for moral support and then we watched on the television that Lesnar and Big Show were attacking them so Krystina ran into the ring to try and stop them. You've got to help her!" The last part of Felicity's pleas were left in the air as Chris dropped everything and ran full speed towards the arena shouting his daughter's name in fear and panic. Felicity began to run in the opposite direction hoping to find Kurt Angle and others who would be able to help. She saw Kurt Angle run towards the arena followed by Batista and the Hardyz, Rikishi, Scotty2Hotty and Grandmaster Sexay. Feeling confident about their numbers, she ran behind the guys and followed them to the arena. She prayed that her best friend was ok and was silently telling her to hold on.
Bradshaw eyes slowly opened. He saw the ceiling of the arena and he remembered where he was. He turned his body to the side; half pretending that he was writing in agony and saw Lesnar and Big Show celebrating their "victory" amongst the boos of the crowd. In a moment of clarity he remembered his partner and started to look for him. He heard him call out Krystina's name repeatedly, much to Bradshaw's confusion. As if a cold bucket of ice was thrown on him it suddenly dawned on him why Farooq was calling her name. He turned to look at the direction of Farooq's voice and saw Farooq shaking an unconscious Krystina furiously. His eyes were wide with panic as he kept calling her name. There was no response from the young Diva as she laid there. Bradshaw, still sore from the beating crawled to her,
"Tina!" He called out. There was no response. He shook her harder as he got angry at her not responding, "God Damn it! why did you come? It wasn't safe here for you." He turned her face up and nearly cried out in anguish as he saw the extent of her injuries. Her left eye was swollen shut as a black eye was forming. Her nose was bloody and she had a small trail of blood leaking from the side of her mouth. His anger was growing exponentially as he stood up and faced their two attackers. Bradshaw leaped at Lesnar as Farooq followed quickly behind. The four men traded blows as the crowd cheered on the APA only to change into loud boos as Lesnar's other teammates, Nathan Jones and Matt Morgan, came into the fight. They joined in on the fight outnumbering the APA. As Bradshaw struggled against Nathan Jones and Lesnar, out of the corner of his eye he saw Chris Benoit and the others run into the ring. Chris Benoit ran towards his daughter. He saw him shake his head and let out an anguished cry at seeing his daughter that hurt. Bradshaw saw Chris then hurl himself at Lesnar, unleashing rapid, furious blows onto him,
"I'll fucking kill you, you asshole!" The fight went on for a few more minutes until a group of officials came and broke up the fight. The crowd was cheering with excitement as the officials kicked Lesnar and his teammates out. The only compensation is that Lesnar and his teammates were pretty beaten up. The paramedics came in and quickly tended to Krystina who was still unconscious. They placed her on a stretcher and took her to the back. Everyone followed the medics as they continued to work on her as they took her backstage. There was commotion in the room as the paramedics took her to the medical wing where the doctor on duty began to tend to her,
"Krystina, can you hear me?" There was no physical response from the Diva as she laid there injured. The doctor began doing preliminary tests as the paramedics did their preliminary work standing by for orders to take her to the hospital. As he was checking on Krystina he directed his questions to the others, "What happened?" Felicity, with tears streaking down her face answered,
"Dave, Krystina and I were watching the match from the locker room and when Lesnar disqualified himself from the match and continued to attack Bradshaw and Farooq, she told us to find backup as she ran to the ring and tried to stop him." The doctor shook his head and sighed,
"Lesnar's got a good eighty to one hundred pounds on Krystina what was she thinking?" Benoit, annoyed with the doctor taking too long, barked,
"Well? How is she?" the doctor shook his head,
"She's taken quite a beating. There could be a possibility of brain damage and I don't want to risk her recuperating without the right treatment. I'm ordering her to be taken to the hospital. She'll have great care there and she may be out before you know it." There was silence as everyone let the doctor's words sink in. Bradshaw spoke up,
"Can I ride with her to the hospital?" The doctor looked over at the paramedics and the one in charge nodded his head,
"Of course you can. Once we load her up, you can sit right next to her." The paramedics prepared Krystina for the drive to the hospital. They let everyone know that they were ready to go but that they could wish Krystina well. Felicity walked up to Krystina and kissed her on the forehead,
"I'll be waiting for you at the hospital. Everything's going to be ok!" She walked to Dave and hugged him. Farooq went up to Krystina and squeezed her hand,
"You're going to be just fine. I know it. I'll see you at the hospital too." Benoit walked over to his daughter and kissed her forehead,
"We're going to drop Daniel off with a friend and then Mom and I will be there. We love you." Benoit looked over to the paramedic and nodded. The team then loaded her into the ambulance. The lead paramedic motioned for Bradshaw to jump in and as the tall Texan climbed in, the paramedics closed the doors and drove off with sirens and lights blaring.
Bradshaw held Krystina's hand as they drove to the hospital. The lead paramedic, a man with black hair, brown eyes who was in his thirties, looked down at their hands. He smiled,
"Is she your girlfriend?" Bradshaw shot him a look but answered the question,
"It's complicated…" He trailed off. The paramedic nodded,
"I had one of those before. It's never really fun how they string you along." Bradshaw chuckled darkly,
"You're telling me." He looked down at their linked hands and sighed. He was so confused, yet so angry at Krystina for making him feel this way. The paramedic chimed in again,
"But to be fair, she did come back. Hell, she protected you from the assault. That's got to mean something." Bradshaw looked up at the paramedic and locked eyes. The paramedic nodded slowly as Bradshaw's hold on Krystina's hand tightened.
When they arrived at the hospital, Bradshaw and Krystina were separated. After hearing what had happened the lead paramedic had insisted that Bradshaw and Farooq get examined to make sure that nothing serious would manifest itself later. Bradshaw ruefully complied, he didn't want to be separated from Krystina, yet he knew that if she found out that he had not followed directions that she would never forgive him. He chuckled at the thought of her pretty face being crinkled in anger. She was never very good at being angry with him, because he would always find a way to make her laugh and forgive him. Once he was given a clean bill of health he headed back to Krystina, who had been successfully checked into a room. By that time Chris and Nancy were in the room at her bedside. Chris was pacing back and forth nervously as Nancy was at Krystina's side, running her fingers through her daughter's hair. Bradshaw could see her fighting back tears and felt a pang of guilt. He hung his head,
"I'm sorry." He announced. The Benoits turned to look at him. Bradshaw looked up to gauge their reactions,
"If I hadn't been so stupid, this wouldn't have happened. I shouldn't have yelled, I shouldn't have been so…so…so" He felt tears streaming down his face as a sob ripped through him. Nancy walked up to Bradshaw and hugged him tightly as she consoled him. Chris Benoit walked up to him and put a hand on his shoulder, trying to comfort his fellow wrestler. Nancy wiped away his tears,
"Listen to me John. This was in no way your fault. Krystina is hard headed, like her Father; she won't back down from anything. When you sent her those flowers apologizing and telling her you loved her, she knew that she loved you too, that's why she came back. Krystina is fiercely protective of those she loves and when she saw that you and Farooq were being attacked, she had to act. Of course, she didn't think that she could be seriously injured. She only cared that you were safe." She led him to Krystina's bedside, "She's going to be ok, you'll see." Bradshaw sat down by Krystina's side as Chris and Nancy excused themselves to go get some coffee. He held her hand in his memorizing each detail that he could just to give his mind something to do. His phone rang and saw that it was Farooq. He kissed her forehead and told her that he would be back. He stepped outside of the room and took the call.
Krystina's eyes slowly fluttered open. Her head was pounding and her face was stinging but she was glad that she was at least alive. Suddenly her mind flashed the image of Bradshaw unconscious and she began to worry. She tried to get up but her body was aching and burning, refusing to let her go. She laid back down and looked around hoping that someone was around. At that moment Bradshaw walked in and saw that she was awake. He froze in place as their eyes locked onto each other. She smiled,
"You're a sight for sore eyes." In two strides he was by her side. He gently embraced her. The tears spilled down her face as a smile broke across her face. He pulled away from her and looked into her eyes,
"I love you Krystina." Her blue eyes widened slightly as she looked up at him,
"I love you too John." He leaned in and gently claimed her mouth in a passionate kiss.