Chapter 7

"Stephanie, wake up damn it."

When I opened my eyes, everything was just a bit blurry. Suddenly I heard a big booming voice call out.

"Nurse, she's awake!"

Then, like a pack of wild elephants, I heard several people rush into my room. Still trying to gain my vision, I felt something cold placed on my chest. Then a voice I wasn't quite familiar with said.

"Heartbeat normal. Looks like she's back with us."

As my vision began to clear, I could see some of the people surrounding me. There was my father, Vince McMahon, with his one arm around my mom, Linda, and the other extended out to my hand. He smiled down at me.

"We thought you were dead honey, oh thank God you're awake now."

Dead! Did he say dead? What the hell happened to me? As I looked around even further, I could now see that I was not lying at home on my nice comfortable bed, nor did I see Chris anywhere. Instead, I was lying in a hospital bed with all sorts of funky ass machines hooked up to me. I looked up at my father and asked.

"What happened to me?"

"You were in a car accident. When the paramedics brought you here, you slipped into a coma."

Oh my God, I couldn't believe what I was hearing. Then another person barged through the small crowd gathered in my room.

"Oh God, Stephanie, you're alive." It was Shane. He wrapped his arms around me and nearly hugged the wind out of me. Forget the fact that I was also very sore all over. He looked at me with puppy dog eyes and continued.

"I never thought I'd be so happy to see you alive. I'm so sorry for being such a prick to you the last couple of days. Please say you'll forgive me."

As I stared at the face of my pathetic brother, I thought to myself, I came back to life for this? I'd rather be dead. Since it was obvious that Shane's guilt trip was more important to him than my health, I humored him by responding,"Okay Shane, I forgive you." Then I rolled my eyes hoping he would just go away. Shane smiled at me with that annoying smirk of his and gave me a wink before stepping back. Thankfully, my father motioned for him to leave the room sensing that I was bothered by his presence.

As Shane and the medical staff started to make their way towards the exit, there was a man standing by the doorway. He had been there the whole time, but had stayed quiet. My father and mother both kissed me on the forehead, then left me alone with the massive figure I had yet to recognize. He closed the door behind him and started to approach me. The first thing I noticed was his nose. How could I not? I knew immediately who he was, and all because of that damn nose. Before, it was one of his most annoying physical features. Always in the way when we tried to make love. But, now, what a sight for sore eyes. It was the most beautiful thing I've ever seen since before my accident.

"Steph, baby, how are you feeling?" Triple H reached out to me and placed his hand softly on my cheek. I tilted my head so that the full weight of it rests in his hand.

"I'm okay, I guess. Still a little blurry about what happened." I responded.

Triple H bent down beside me. I could now see him in clear view. As he began to explain that my driver had swerved off the road after picking me up from the airport several days ago, I could swear I saw some sort of water substance swell up in Paul's eyes. This was all so surreal for me right now. I really tried desperately to collect my bearings. Only moments ago, I thought I was sleeping in my bed at home with the arms of Chris Irvine wrapped tightly around my body. Now, it seems instead, I had a near death experience, and the most amazing part of it all, is that I could swear Paul was starting to cry. I've never, ever in my life seen him cry. If I hadn't felt like absolute shit right now, I would have rose out of my bed and held on to him for dear life. But I couldn't, so I listened to him talk, studying every feature in his face for fear that when all this is over, he would stay true to his earlier words and leave my for good. The nose, the wrinkles in his forehead, the squinty eyes, all gone.

When he finally finished explaining the circumstances that brought me here, I decided it was time to make one last stab to save our marriage.

"Paul. I have been such a bitch to you." Now I was starting to cry. Having to put the McMahon pride aside was not easy for me, but at this point it was absolutely necessary. Triple H grabbed a Kleenex and began to wipe away my tears. I continued.

"I'm sorry." I said plainly. Paul stood up. He started to pace, rubbing his forehead with his hand, then replied.

"I know you are Steph, but I can't forget the fact that you love Chris. That means everything we've shared in the last two years meant nothing."

I really couldn't argue with him on that point, but I would try to convince him that my love for him right now is real.

"Paul, I know it may seem hard for you to believe, but the minute I lost you, I realized that you are worth fighting for, you are the man that I want to be with forever. " Triple H stood there with his eyes turned away, but he was listening. I continued.

"Chris is a great guy and we shared something very special, but that is over. I hated you because you were in the way. Now I realize that my family was just using you, so they could have what they wanted. I was sickened by the friendship you had with my brother. It was as if you were rubbing it in my face."

Triple H walked over to me. He didn't look happy as his face turned hard.

"Number one, you're family didn't use me, I was using them. Look at me, I'm the WWE Champion, and have been for years. Number two, your brother's a wanna-be little jerk, we have never been friends and never will be. The only reason I haven't beat the shit out of him is because of you."

I wanted to say, "By all means, don't let that stop you" but instead I refrained so that Triple H could continue.

"And number three..." He stopped there, his body starting to relax, his voice less stern. "And number three, I'm giving you a second chance."

My eyes widened. I really couldn't tell if he was serious or not. He said it as if he was regretting his decision before the words even spilled out of his mouth. I was hoping for something a little more soft. I was hoping for something a little more gentle and loving.

At that moment I knew better than to open my mouth. He said he would give me a second chance and that was good enough for me. No need to make a big mushy scene for effect. Before Triple H left, he knelt down on one knee and said, "One last thing, don't you ever fucking die on me again."

With that, he got up, kissed the back of my hand gentlemanly and was gone.

I lay back in my bed, a smile on my face. I was the luckiest woman around, of course you wouldn't know it if you saw all the cuts and bruises currently covering my body, but I was. Through all of this I did learn something. Maybe revenge isn't the best way to get what you want, although it can indeed sometimes be sweet. Maybe, the best way to get what you want is to simply live without the things you currently have. You'll soon discover that everything your really want is right there in front of you.


A/N: Was anyone surprised in the least bit? Let me know what you thought. I'd love to hear your comments good or bad. I may try another story similar to this, but from someone else's point of view. Maybe Chris, Triple H or even Shane.

Also, thank you all to have read and reviewed the previous chapters. Your feedback helps in the creative process tremendously.