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"Ooh, that looks so painful!" the Kat shrieked as she looked on as the company doctor put stitches into Lita's forehead.
The redhead refrained from rolling her eyes, though it wasn't easy. The Kat had absolutely insisted upon going with her to get stitched up, to literally hold her hand during the procedure. Lita would have wanted Chyna, if any of the divas, to accompany her, but the Ninth Wonder of the World hadn't been in the women's locker room when she'd returned.
"Gee, how can you sit there so still and calm?" the little platinum blonde cried, a grimace on her face. She proceeded to make other faces as the doctor continued to pull the needle through the skin at Lita's brow. "I would be screaming if it was me, and... Ow!"
Just go away! the redhead thought. She and Kat were not exactly friends, anyway, so she questioned the other diva's motives for coming with her. It seemed as though she was only here to make a mockery of the procedure and to annoy her.
Damn it, she wished Edge were here instead of this aggravating, whiny brat.
All of a sudden, the high-flying diva looked up. Not only was the doctor finished - she caught a glimpse of Stephanie McMahon in the doorway. That was, the brunette had passed by out in the hallway. And although she'd only seen about a split second of her, Lita could swear the woman looked concerned.
"Well... Now that you're all fixed up and everything, I'll take my leave," the Kat said, a fake-looking smile plastered to her face. She patted Lita's hand one last time and trotted off.
The redhead made a face after the other diva, then turned to the doctor.
"Thanks again." After that, she hopped off of the makeshift examining table and headed out the door. She knew she was going to have to call her mom, as she was known to freak out about stuff like this. And the injury hadn't occurred because of right hands from Ivory, as J.R. had said during the match - after delivering a spinning heelkick to the RTC diva, Lita had caught Ivory's boot - right in the face. It had actually only been an accident - inadvertent, but she knew the prudish brunette and her pack of goons were probably happy about it.
The redhead left the room and spotted Stephanie McMahon still in the hallway. The brunette looked concerend as she saw her and gestured for her to follow her.
Once they were in a deserted corridor, the young woman spoke.
"God... Lita, are you okay? That was a pretty nasty-looking bump to the head you took out there!" She winced.
"I'll survive," she said, grateful that at least Stephanie wasn't acting like a whiny little bitch like the Kat had. "It looks a lot worse than it really is, that's all."
"Still, it sure looks like you lost a lot of blood," the boss' daughter said, sympathy written in her blue eyes. "Are you sure you're going to be all right?"
"Yeah - thanks. I'll be fine. I've just got to call my mom," the redhead said. "She's probably totally freaking out right now after seeing this." She pointed to her left eye region.
"Speaking of people totally freaking out..." the brunette said, "Edge was really worried about you before. He said he wanted more than anything to go to you and make sure you were all right - but he didn't get a chance because his match is going on now."
"He was?" the redhead asked, unable to keep a smile from forming on her face. She was touched that the blond man was that concerned for her.
"He seemed frantic when he spoke to me privately," Stephanie admitted.
Lita was silently thoughtful for a moment, then looked up to meet the other diva's eyes.
"Thanks for letting me know, Stephanie."
"Oh, don't thank me - we just want to be sure you're okay!" Then, surprising the redhead even further, she pulled her into a hug.
Lita hugged the brunette back, pleasantly surprised at how she'd made such an
unlikely and unexpected friend.