I'm pacing the floor. I've paced it for the past hour. The nurses keep trying to get me to sit down, but it's not happening. I growl at them, a growl Dean would be proud of, and they rush off. Sit down. Rest. Relax. How can I when the man I love is lying sliced open on an operating table? If I sit down I'm gonna freak out, and I can't freak out. I can't. My phone beeps. Roman. Any news? If there was any news I would have told him. He knows as much as I do. Dean is lying on a table, bleeding and vulnerable, and I'm not allowed anywhere near. Jesus, how long is this gonna take? I'm gonna have no feet left if I pace anymore. Security is tight around the hospital. Now they know who he is, they're double checking everyone who comes through the doors. I don't care. I don't want anyone here. I just want him. "Torrie" a familiar voice whispers. I turn around and run to him. "Oh Hunter" I sob. He kisses my head and hugs me tightly. "Shhhh" he whispers, smoothing my hair. "He's a fighter Tor." "He's a fucking wrestler Hunter" I growl. "He shouldn't be fighting for his life in there." He nods. "I know" he says leading me to a chair. I shake my head. "I can't sit down" I say. "If I sit down I'm gonna crack, and I don't want to crack. I can't. I have to be strong for Jon." He nods but makes me sit anyway. "You're no good to Jon or the baby in this state Torrie" he warns. "Sit." He goes to the cooler and gets me a cup of water. "Here" he says putting it in my hand. I sip it quickly before dropping it, I'm shaking too much to hold it. "Why aren't they telling me anything?" I whisper. He shakes his head. "Because there's nothing to tell" he says. "As soon as there is you'll be the first to know. Please Tor, relax." I nod and sit back in the seat.
Its another hour before a doctor comes. "Mrs Good?" he asks as he walks into the room. I nod and stand up quickly, sitting back down as soon as the head rush hits. "Sorry" I say as Hunter helps me back up. The doctor frowns at me. "Are you ok?" he asks. I nod. "How is he?" I ask. "Can I see him?" He looks at me and shakes his head. "I'm afraid not" he says. "Mr Good is still in a very bad way. He lost a lot of blood, we've just managed to stabilise him. He's still in theatre. We've got it under control now, he shouldn't be too long, I was just asked to come and update you." I nod. "But he's ok?" I ask. "He's got a long way to go" he says. "We'll keep you updated. Do you need anything?" I nod. "My husband" I say, breaking down into a flood of tears. I can't help it. I sink to my knees on the floor and Hunter and the doctor are there straight away. "Come on Torrie" Hunter whispers helping me up. He gets me into a chair and looks at the doctor. "Is there any way we can get her somewhere private?" he asks. The doctor nods. "Give me five minutes" he says. Hunter thanks him and the doctor leaves the room.
Ten minutes later I'm in a side room. The bed has been wheeled out, it's just me and a chair. Hunter hasn't been allowed back here. A nurse opens the door and I look up quickly. "Jon?" I whisper. She shakes her head. "I'm sorry Mrs Good" she says walking over to me and kneeling next to me. "They're still in with him, I've been sent to check you over. Your blood pressure if I can?" I groan but nod and she smiles. She puts the blood pressure cuff on me and watches as the machine gives the reading. She looks at me and shakes her head. "I know it's easy for me to say" she says softly. "But you need to calm down, or you're going to be in here too, and not with him. You'll have your own bed. He's in the best place, and in the safest hands." I nod, tears running down my face again. "If there's any news I'll let you know straight away" she says, smiling before leaving the room. I curl up in the chair, getting as comfortable as I can, and cry myself to sleep.
A bang at the door wakes me. It's half an hour since the nurse left. I sit up quickly as the door opens and a bed is wheeled in. "Jon?" I whisper standing up. "Mrs Good" the nurse says. "Can you wait outside while we get him settled? You can come straight back in, I promise." I nod and walk out of the room on legs that don't feel like mine. I see Hunter waiting in reception and walk to him. "Torrie?" he says softly. I look at him and crumble. "He's out of theatre" I say eventually. "They're just getting him settled now. Hunter I can't come back to work. I have to stay with him, no matter how long this takes. This whole GM thing was only to create heat between me and Dean anyway." He nods, smiling. "I know" he says kissing my head. "Scriptwriters are on it already..." I shake my head. "No" I say. "No storyline. Please. Give them the truth. Some fucker has stabbed my husband and he's lucky to be alive. If I get hold of who did this, they won't be so lucky." He nods. "Ok" he says. "I have to go, I trust you'll keep me informed." I nod. "Can you call Joe and Colby?" I ask quickly. "I can't speak to them yet." He nods and kisses me quickly before leaving. I watch him go and make my way back to Dean.
The nurse smiles at me. "He's settled for now" she says quietly. "We're not expecting him to wake up tonight, if you'd like to go home and..." "Not even worth you finishing that sentence" I say looking at her. "I'm going nowhere. I need this man. Olaf needs this man." "Olaf?" she asks, puzzled. I laugh. "I can't believe I just said that" I admit. "He calls the bump Olaf. He's convinced we're having a boy, and he wants to call him Olaf. Right about now I'd even do that for him if he wakes up. I mean, we can call him Ollie, right?" She smiles and pats my arm. "You need to rest" she says. "For Jon, for Olaf, and for you." I nod and head for the chair. I'm trying not to look at Dean but I can't help it. He's so pale. He doesn't look like my Dean. My Dean. Do I even have a Dean? He's surrounded by tubes and machines, the beeps are endless. "How can you sleep through all this noise?" I whisper, holding his hand gently. I let go and pull the chair closer to the bed before grabbing his hand again. "Fuck Jon" I whisper. "What the hell have you been up to? Actually, I probably don't want to know. Baby you have to get better. I need you, Olaf needs you. We both need you Jon. God, I love you so freaking much!" I put my head on the bed next to his hand. I kiss his hand gently and sob myself to sleep, not letting his hand go.
The nurses are in and out of the room all night, checking Dean's vitals and replacing his drip. Eventually I get used to it and don't wake when they come in. Something is different though, this doesn't sound the same. I come around quickly when I realise it's someone calling my name. "Torrie" it whispers. "Tor, I love you, don't leave me." I sit up quickly and look at Dean. He still asleep, but obviously battling some demons. I hold his hand again. "I'm not leaving Jon" I whisper. "I'm going nowhere. I love you. We both love you. Please wake up baby." I use his hand to wipe the single tear that's running down my face. "Please" I whisper.