Here I am
Will you send me an angel
Here I am
In the land of the morning star

The wise man said just find your place
In the eye of the storm
Seek the roses along the way
Just beware of the thorns

Here I am
Will you send me an angel
Here I am
In the land of the morning star

The wise man said just raise your hand
And reach out for the spell
Find the door to the promised land
Just believe in yourself
Hear this voice from deep inside
It's the call of your heart
Close your eyes and you will find
The way out of the dark

Here I am
Will you send me an angel
Here I am
In the land of the morning star
Here I am
Will you send me an angel
Here I am
In the land of the morning star}

*

Adam wearily ran his hand through his long blond hair as he paced the small hospital waiting room.

After feeling downright sick to his stomach after what had happened to Amy, he now felt numb.  His tears had dried on his face over the last thirty or so minutes, after having arrived at the hospital.  He'd rode in the ambulance with the injured redhead while Jay and Nora had driven the rental car, following closely behind.

He glanced over at his two friends, noting how upset they looked as well.  Nora had been crying as he had, and, like him, her tears had all but disappeared.  Jay looked morose, and they both remained silent, hardly speaking at all.

Damn it... That bastard Levesque had been gunning for him.  There was absolutely no logical reason in the world, that Adam could see, why his angel, and not he, should be lying on a damned operating room table.

"Adam?  Adam!"

The tall blond man looked up at the sound of the voice to see Stephanie rushing toward him, Kurt, Torrie and Shane directly behind her.  The brunette's face was flushed and filled of concern, her blue eyes wide.

Adam knew Jay had called Kurt's cell phone to let him know what had happened.  He stopped his pacing long enough to allow his former girlfriend to embrace him.

"Oh, God!  How is she?  Have you heard anything yet?"  The young woman cried, her eyes nearly filling with tears.

"No...nothing yet.  Damn it..." he muttered.

The others came forth, each of their faces serious and concerned.  "She's going to pull through this, Adam..." Angle said firmly, placing one hand on his friend's shoulder.  "She's one tough cookie...She'll make it."

"I know she will..." the Canadian replied as he raked his hand through his hair.  Damn it, he desperately wanted to believe the words he'd just spoken, but she'd appeared to have lost so much blood... Oh, God... If she didn't make it, he didn't know what he might do...

He looked up to see Torrie approaching him, her eyes red-rimmed, a crumpled tissue in her left hand.  She'd been crying ever since Stephanie had told her what had happened to Amy.  She managed to keep her voice steady as she spoke.  "Kurt's right...she'll be fine - she has to be..."

Adam reached out and grasped the blonde woman's hand, giving her a little nod.  Nora came over and she and Torrie hugged.

"Amy's a fighter..." Shane said softly.  "Ever since we first met her - from the moment we had our first talks with her about coming to the WWF, Steph and I knew it.  She is going to be all right, man..."

The blond man nodded as he eyed him.  Damn it... Why hadn't anyone come out to let him know how she was?  He was already restless and sick with worry, but he was getting damned impatient.

"Excuse me..." he said to his friends, then stepped over to the nurse's station across the room.

A woman looked up at him.  "May I help you?"

"I definitely hope so," Adam said.  "I arrived in an ambulance with my girlfriend awhile ago - she was shot...I'd like to know what's going on, how she is..."

"No one's come out to let you know anything?" the nurse questioned.

"No!  Would I be asking you if someone had?"

"Please calm down, young man..." the matronly woman said.  "...I'll see if I can find a doctor who can help you."

"Thank you."

Adam stalked away from the window, his blood pressure and pulse racing.  He shook his head in annoyance as he headed back to his group of friends, noticing that they were all looking speculatively over at him.  He looked away, his eyes downcast.  Damn it... He felt furious enough to start throwing things around the room.

The visage of Paul Levesque violated his mind, and at that very moment, the tall blond man mentally swore one thing to himself...

...Whether or not Amy made it through this, regardless of her condition afterward, one way or another, he would make the sick son of a bitch pay...