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Stacy Keibler let out a slightly muffled moan as she lay back on the bed.
The leggy blonde was in the emergency room of a hospital, and she had to refrain from rolling her eyes at Test and his antics.
Antics... If they could be called that. The tall Canadian seemed beside himself worrying about her. First off, he'd been blubbering like nobody's business, as though she were seconds away from dying. She'd 'regained consciousness' a minute or so after being loaded into the back of the ambulance, for goodness sake! Then, he'd fussed something awful almost immediate after their arrival at the hospital. When a doctor hadn't immediately come over to examine her, he'd pretty much flown off the handle, acting as though he might resort to actually beating up the male nurse sitting at the nurse's station. What an ass!
Stacy supposed that she should feel flattered in a way - it was kind of sweet when she thought of someone caring that much for her. But then, when she thought about Lita and everything she'd confided to her about what Test had done to her in the past, she discarded that thought. The man was sick, plain and simple. Only someone twisted and grotesquely perverse would do such horrible things to another person.
Stacy bit her lip as she thought about her examination with the doctor. She'd been terrified when she'd been wheeled into the MRI room, damn near suffering a panic attack at the thought of having to lie prone inside of that monstrous-looking machine. Very highly claustrauphobic, the blonde likened the contraption to a closed coffin.
Then, very shakily, and even a bit reluctantly, she'd begun explaining her situation to Dr. Rodriguez. The man, who she found out was a resident, was quite young and handsome, and Stacy couldn't help checking him out - now that her heart was no longer with Test.
She'd poured out the crazy-sounding story to him, horribly afraid he would send her to the psych ward afterward. However, after posing some questions about her friend and the man who'd accompanied her to the hospital - her boyfriend - Rodriguez had finally agreed to what she wanted of him.
Test was still pacing the small area before her bed, and it was driving her nuts. Stacy suspected she wasn't the only person annoyed by him, however, as he was always blocking people's way. He'd nearly collided with the same nurse twic when she came around to check on patients. Finally, she couldn't take it anymore.
Feigning a horrible headache, the blonde diva placed a hand against her head.
"Andrew, would you please stop pacing? Not only are you making me nervous, you're also getting me dizzy."
"Sorry, babe..." he said, and, amazingly enough, he stopped the annoying habit. Instead of continuing, he sat down on the chair beside the bed.
Stacy let out a small sigh, fighting the urge to shake her head or roll her eyes. Ever since Lita had told her everything, she had very little, if any, patience for this man's quirks.
Her eyes widened a little as she spotted Dr. Rodriguez approaching, and she perked up somewhat. To her surprise, the young man gave her a knowing look, even winking her. Then, standing before the bed, he smiled a bit before resorting to his 'physician' face.
"Well, Stacy," he said as he glanced down at the file in his hand. "I'm afraid you have a concussion..."
"What?" Test asked as he stared at the doctor. He stood up from his chair, a look of anger coming to his face.
The leggy diva managed to wear an expression of surprise on her face, though inside, she was grinning broadly. She'd been so fortunate that this young man had been the doctor assigned to examine her. While Test's head was turned away from her, she mouthed, 'Thank you.'
Rodriguez nodded. "It's grade two - not as serious as it might have been - but you'll need to take it easy for the next two weeks."
"Man, I'm gonna kill that Jericho!" Test shouted, drawing the attention of patients and hospital staff alike on himself and Stacy.
The tall blonde felt mortified as she glanced around, and she felt her cheeks heat up in embarrassment as she caught several stares.
"Calm down, Andrew..." she said in a near whisper. In a different situation, she probably would have yelled at him to shut up - perhaps much like Chris Jericho used to do back when he'd been a face in the WWE.
"Sorry..." the big man said as he sat back down. "But I am gonna kill Jericho..."
Stacy closed her eyes as she shook her head. She couldn't believe how much, and in how short a time, this man had gotten under her skin - and not in a good way.