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Amy winced and slapped a hand against the back of her neck.
Things had gone from bad to worse in a very short span of time. First, the roster split in the WWE had occurred, and that was bad enough... Now, something was *very* seriously wrong - with *her*.
Just a few hours ago, she had finished shooting for the episode of Dark Angel she was slated to appear on. To say the least, it had not gone well.
She was in pain, and she was stranded in Vancouver, Canada and was terrified. During the shoot, she'd been doing a hurricanrana on a stuntwoman, and, thanks to the girl's clumsiness, fallen and landed on her head and shoulders.
Now, the redhead was in agony. She didn't know how she'd managed to get up and stand, let alone make it back to the hotel. As a pro-wrestler, she was obviously used to aches and pains, bumps and bruises, but this time, it was different. This time, the pain was steady, and in hours, hadn't lessened.
A blur of her friends' faces rushed through her mind, but Adam's stayed freshly there as she thought of who to call first. However, she wasn't quite sure about that, as the roster split that had taken place a couple of weeks earlier had kept them apart ever since. They hadn't seen one another and had only spoken on the phone a few times. And things seemed a bit strained between them, for some reason.
Sighing heavily, Amy picked up her cell phone and dialed a number. She nearly cried when she heard the voice on the other end say 'hello.'
"Jeff... I'm in big trouble," she said, her voice shaking. "I need help!"
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Jeff Hardy ran a hand through his rainbow-colored hair, his expression morose as he flipped his cell phone to a close. He was in shock, but he knew he had to do something.
"Jeff, we have a match in a few," Matt said as he entered the locker room. "What's with you? I waited by gorilla, but-"
"I just got a call from Amy..."
"Oh... From Canada?" the elder Hardy asked. "How's she doing?" A smile came to his lips, as he was totally clueless to the fact that something was very wrong.
"Not good..." Jeff replied. "In fact, she's hurt..."
Matt's eyes narrowed as he frowned at his brother's words.
"She saw a chiropractor, but he made it worse. She's coming back to the States ASAP and seeing a doctor."
"Oh, my God... What happened?"
The young man shook his head.
"A stuntwoman dropped her on her head," he explained in a grave voice. "She's positive that something went out of whack. She wants us to come see her as soon as she gets home."
"When will that be?" Matt asked.
"Tomorrow."
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Adam raked a hand through his long blond hair as he sat down heavily in the locker room. He changed into his street clothes and was just putting his shoes on when Jay entered the room.
"I have something very serious to tell you," the shorter man said abruptly, and Adam looked up and noticed the serious look on his face. In fact, his best friend looked white as a sheet.
"What is it? What's wrong?"
"It's Amy..." Jay sat down opposite him, a sadness in his face and voice alike.
The tall blond man blanched at the thought of something happening to the redhead that would cause his best friend to look and sound this way. He couldn't even utter a sound as he simply eyed the other man expectantly.
Jay ran a hand through his hair, a sigh escaping him as he lowered his head for a beat. Then, looking back up and meeting Adam's eyes, he spoke again.
"Something happened at the Dark Angel shooting... She got hurt. Adam, she just found out her neck is broken..."