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Nora watched Jay with tear-filled eyes, the two of them, by now, sitting on the grass by the entrance of the fair.

They were waiting, as they knew the others were coming. Stephanie had called Kurt's cell phone, explaining that all of them, including Amy, were on their way to the scene.

Jay had remained eerily silent since they'd come here and found Adam.

Nora herself now felt as numb as she knew her boyfriend was feeling. She couldn't believe the tall Canadian had been shot.

One good thing had come out of all of this. Only one - the single shot Adam had squeezed from Amy's gun had ripped through Paul's quadricep. Not only did that injury serve to prevent the bastard from escaping the scene - it also rendered him physically incapable to step into a wrestling ring for at least a good six months. And the little blonde would wager that wouldn't happen for a hell of a lot longer than that.

After Kurt's 911 call, an ambulance as well as police had arrived. Levesque had promptly been handcuffed against the patrol car and read his rights. However, due to the fact of the man's injured quad muscle, he hadn't been put into the police car and toted off to jail. Instead, he was taken, incredibly enough, to the hospital in the exact same ambulance Adam was put into.

Nora glanced to her right to study Jay. The blond man was sitting somberly, silently, his face pale, his hands clasped around his drawn-up knees. The diva feared he might very well have gone into shock.

"Jay? Honey?" She repositioned herself so that she was on her knees, facing him.

As the Canadian turned his head to face his girlfriend, the blonde suddenly became aware that his face was moist with tears. The look in his blue eyes nearly broke Nora's heart.

"He'll be all right, baby...he has to be..." She threw her arms around him, trying her best not to sob.

Before Jay could respond, the two of them were distracted by the sound of a car suddenly pulling up near them. Instinctively, they both stood up, and Nora's heart nearly skipped a beat as she noticed Amy in the backseat of the car beside Stephanie. In the front were Shane and Torrie, the elder McMahon child behind the wheel.

The little blonde winced, and, instinctively, she reached a hand out and grasped Jay's. How on earth were they going to break the news of what had happened to Adam to Amy?

The moment the car came to a halt, the doors opened, and the four individuals within jumped out. They instantly rushed over to Nora and Jay, who had still not spoken in long moments.

Stephanie was the first one to speak. Glancing around the area furtively, the brunette's brows drew together in a confused frown.

"What happened? Where's Kurt? Where's Adam...?"

"W-we...followed him here..." Nora replied when Jay still didn't utter a syllable. In fact, a quick glance at her boyfriend told her he was in no condition to speak - head down, eyes downcast and stricken, the Canadian man still seemed to be in shock.

"P-Paul..." The petite blonde prayed she wouldn't suddenly break down. Not now - not in front of Amy. Her gaze traveled to the redheaded diva, who was suddenly walking just past them. Nora's gaze followed her friend.

"And then what?" Stephanie asked, her tone demanding. "What happened, Nora?"

Before the small blonde could answer, the sound of Amy screaming pierced the night.

The others hurriedly approached the redhead, where she stood several feet from where Jay and Nora had been sitting moments earlier.

Amy sank to her knees on the ground, her hands feeling around before her, her screams now reduced to pitiful, mournful moans.

"What-"

Stephanie's would-be question faded off as the brunette noted what the other woman was touching - what had caused the anguished scream to escape her...

It was blood...