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Tears were streaming down her face as she ran beside the stretcher. She couldn't believe he was unconscious *again* - and, whichever way you looked at it, this was all *her* fault.

"Adam... Adam!" Amy cried, a small sob choking her. She looked up to realize that Dawn Marie, Nidia and Stephanie McMahon had all arrived on the scene. John Cena had remained ever since his appearance during the Street Fight. He'd done his best to try and comfort her when she'd grown hysterical upon realizing her boyfriend had black out for the second time.

"Amy, calm down," the General Manager said softly. "He'll be okay." The brunette shifted her gaze to one of the EMTs who'd rushed out to whisk the blond man backstage. "Won't he?"

"Ma'am, I'm not a doctor - he'll have to be checked out by one, and then you'll know," the man replied honestly.

The redhead sobbed a little harder at those words while Stephanie glared at the man. Wouldn't the EMT know whether Adam at least had a concussion?

"Honey, he'll be *fine*," Dawn Marie said with confidence. "And you can take *that* to the bank."

They finally reached the ambulance - one was always waiting in the arena parking lots during shows in case of emergency. Amy gratefully allowd her friend to gather her into her embrace, and they hugged.

"I'll just be a phone call away."

"Thank you, Dawn."

"So will *I*," Stephanie said, a serious look on her face. "And Matt Hardy will *again* be dealt with - trust me." She turned to Cena, and the two seemed to exchange a secret, knowing glance.

At the sound of that name, Amy felt her blood boiling. And the thought permeated her mind - if it was the last thing she did, she would make sure Matt Hardy would suffer and pay.

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Adam's eyelids fluttered as he began to rouse, and they felt unnaturally heavy as he tried to open his eyes. His head felt funny - all heavy and achy, but more so than any headache he'd ever had. He wondered what was wrong with him.

"Oh, my God..." he heard a frantic female voice exclaim. "... Adam? Oh, God - finally!"

He recognized that voice. It was one he'd long found beautiful, alluring - one belonging to someone he loved so very much. Amy... He tried to force his eyes open, and it was as though they had a mind of their own. His lids felt so heavy...

"Nurse! Please... please help! He's trying to awaken!" His girlfriend's voice was filled with desperation, and he wondered about her words. 'Trying to awaken...' How long had he been asleep?

All of a sudden, he felt a hand - fingers touching his face, his eyelids. One of his lids was raised by a warm fingertip, and his vision swam as the person flashed a tiny light into his eye.

"Mr. Copeland, are you finally with us?" a man's voice asked.

Adam tried to shake his head, but that too felt extremely heavy.

"Ames..."

"Adam... I'm right here, Adam..."

He could *hear* the tears in her eyes, choking her up. Blindly, he reached out and felt around for her hand, and he attempted to smile as he found it.

"Adam, I'm Dr. Long," the man spoke again. "You've got yourself a concussion, but we're going to patch you right up."

The blond man tried to nod, and finally he was able to just open both eyes. Again, his vision swam - but he was able to see the doctor, and then the redhead, who, sure enough, was in tears.

"How goes it... doc?" he managed, and the man chuckled while Amy looked shocked.

"He's going to be just fine," he assured her.

"Oh, thank God!" the diva said with relief. Her hand was still in his, but she pulled it free to lean down and hug him. Before she straightened back up again, she pressed a soft kiss to his lips. He moved his own into just enough of a pucker to return it.

"Oh, God, I was *so* worried!"

Adam's brow furrowed with the fuzziness of his concussion. He couldn't remember what had happened to land him here in this hospital.

"What... happened?"

"You were in a Street Fight against Matt," she reminded him. "He hit you pretty hard in the head with a chair. I ran out there when you fell unconscious, and-"

"Why did you do that?" he asked, finding it suddenly easier to speak. In fact, he was filled with alarm at the thought of her being so near that asshole Matt during such a match.

She winced, knowing exactly what he meant. She knew he meant that she could have so very easily gotten hurt in all the melee.

"I did it because I *love* you, Adam!" she insisted. "I couldn't just sit backstage and allow Matt to hurt you anymore!" Then, before he could protest further, she plodded on. "John Cena came out to help - he took care of Matt real good."

The blond man again tried to nod.

"Good... That's good." His eyes unfocused a bit, though he remained conscious. "I love you, baby."

Again, she leaned down to hug him. And this time, he managed to lift an arm to hold her as well.