"Adam?"  Her voice sounded feeble, even to her.

"I'm here, baby..."  He reached out and grabbed her hand, and only then did she realize that he was really there.

"When...did you get back?" she rasped, and she began to cough, as her throat felt parched.

The Canadian reached over for a glass of water on the tray situated away from her bed, then held it to her lips so she could drink.  She took small sips rather than large ones so she could allow the water to moisten her entire mouth, and she savored the cool, refreshing liquid.

"I just got back about an hour ago," Adam replied in a soft, gentle voice.  "I did what I had to do, and then I rushed right back to you..."  He placed one hand gently on her cheek as his eyes met hers.  "...and I brought back some friends with me."

The redhead perked a bit, sitting up a little more.  "Trish...?" she managed in a hopeful voice.

"Yeah, she's one of them...she's here."

"Where is she?"

"Out in the waiting room...you want me to bring her in?"

"Yes, please..."  Amy felt a little better than she had a few hours earlier.  She'd been wanting so badly to speak to her blonde friend, almost desperate for another woman's company.  She felt that although Trish herself had never been pregnant and had never experienced what she had gone through, the little blonde would understand and empathize in a way no man ever could.

"Hold on...I'll be right back," the tall blond promised.  He felt Amy's hazel eyes watching him as he stepped out of her room.  He made his way down the hall to the small waiting room on that floor, and he saw his and Amy's five friends congregated in the small area...

Chris was drinking what was probably his fifth cup of coffee from a styrofoam cup, pacing back and forth a little, oddly enough like an expectant father.  Matt and Jeff were huddled in a conversation, the two brothers sitting a little bit away from the others.  And Jay was sitting beside Trish, who had a magazine open on her lap.  The diva obviously had no interest in reading it, as her eyes were currently on his best friend as Jay spoke in soft tones with her.  None of them had yet seen him.  Adam stepped closer, clearing his throat.

Jericho was the first person to notice him.  The shorter blond man came right over to him, all concern and none of his usual wisecracking good-humor surrounding him.

"How is she?"

"She's...better," he replied.  "She's asking for you..."  The tall Canadian shifted his gaze to Trish, who immediately met his eyes.

"Well, that's good," she said, closing the magazine and placing it on the empty chair to her right.  "I've been waiting to see her for over an hour...we all have."  As she stood up, Adam turned around and went over to the nurse's station situated on the other side.

Trish eyed him for a beat, then turned to face each of the four men she'd arrived with.  Every one of them looked as worried as she felt.

"Okay," Adam said as he turned toward her.  "Visiting hours don't end until ten."  That would give them all under an hour to see the redhead.

As the two Canadians turned to go, Jeff Hardy's voice stopped them.

"Hey, what about us?"

Adam turned back to his blue-haired friend.  "I'll bring you guys in two at a time," he promised.  "I just...sensed something when Amy asked for Trish...I think she just needs a woman to talk to one-on-one right now..."

"Oh..."  The younger Hardy brother nodded as if in understanding.

"Come on," the tall man said, grabbing the petite blonde diva by the arm, nearly running as he steered her to the redhead's room.

Adam let Trish enter before him, and the blonde woman first tentatively poked her head in, as if to be certain her friend was really awake.

Amy instantly saw her.  "Trish!"  She reached one arm out, beckoning to the other woman, and the petite Canadian needed no further encouragement.

"Hey, you..."  She walked directly up to the bed and was alarmed when Amy suddenly burst into tears.

"Oh, honey...don't cry."  Trish bit her lip as soon as the words escaped her.  Given everything she'd been through, the redhead deserved a good cry.

Amy shook her head, putting her arms out as best she could.  The blonde leaned over and hugged her.  In truth, the hospitalized diva was crying half from her ordeal and half of it was actually tears of joy at seeing the other woman.  Trish was the best friend she had who didn't produce testosterone.  She was friendly with a few of the other divas, particularly Nora Greenwald - Molly - and Stacy Keibler, but she considered neither as close as she esteemed Trish Stratus.

In the meantime, Adam, sensing his fiancee wanted to be alone with the other woman, stayed out in the hall.  He ran his hand through his long hair as he began to pace the area a little.

"I can't believe what happened, Amy..." Trish said sadly.  "You didn't...even know you were pregnant, did you?"  She reached out and brushed some strands of her friend's auburn locks off her face.

"No, I didn't," the redhead said in a soft, sad voice.  "I mean, lately I was occasionally experiencing some cramps - like menstrual cramps, but I never..."

"Oh, Amy..."  Trish hugged her again, not knowing what else to say or do.  After all, there was nothing she could think of that would ease her friend's anguish.  The entire situation broke her heart, but she knew that all she, as well as the four men in the waiting room, could do was be there for Amy and Adam.

"Trish, do you ever...have weird dreams where you..."  She hesitated as she chose her next words carefully.  "...see through a stranger's eyes?"

The small blonde blinked in confusion at the oddness of the question.  "What do you mean?"

Amy gripped the other woman's hand tightly in her own.  "Exactly that - I've been having the most disturbing dreams the last couple of days...and in them, I see everything through the eyes of a stranger."

"Well, no...I've never really had dreams like that," Trish admitted.  "But you said they're disturbing...what happens in them?"

"This girl..." Amy began slowly.  "...she gets kidnapped by some lunatic...and then she's held captive in his basement, and..."  She shuddered as she gripped the petite blonde's hand tightly enough to cause her a bit of pain.  "...and he tortures her.  He-he...rapes her..."

Trish stared at the redhead with horror, a cold knot of fear forming in her belly.  She didn't speak it aloud, but she wondered how or why Amy would have such horrid dreams.  With such detailed subject matter, they would have to mean something.  More aptly, there would have to be some logical, albeit horrifying reason she was having them.

The blonde woman suddenly felt clammy all over as she considered the unthinkable possibilities.

*

Adam looked up at the sound of heels clacking on the hospital's tile floor several minutes later and saw that Trish had stepped out of Amy's room.  The little blonde looked anxious as she made her way over to him in a hurry.  She gave him a nervous half-smile as they walked back to the waiting room in silence.

The tall blond knew the diva wanted to talk to him, as she continued to stand beside him rather than sit.  He motioned for Chris and Jay so they could have their turn visiting with the redhead, and he gave them the room number.  Only when they were gone did Trish speak.

"Adam...can I talk to you privately?"

He looked down into the young woman's eyes, noting that the anxiety within her chocolate-brown depths seemed to have increased.  He nodded, and they walked down the opposite end of the hallway after giving the Hardys a nod.

"What's up, Trish?"

The blonde glanced around for a second before turning back to him.

"Has Amy ever mentioned anything to you about any strange dreams she's had?"

The question initially threw the tall Canadian man off.  He blinked, running a hand through his long hair as he thought about it.  He didn't have to think long.

"Well, sure...she's been having some kind of recurring nightmare for the last little while..."

Trish studied him intently.  "Did she cue you in as to the subject matter of them?"

"Yeah - she said some girl was being attacked by some guy," he said, wondering where the diva was going with all of this.  "Why?  What are you thinking here, Trish?"

"Oh, God..."  The petite blonde's face had drained of all its color.  She raised her eyes to meet his, not knowing exactly how to answer his question.  What she was thinking was really just speculation, but she honestly thought it made sense.

"Trish?"  Adam's voice sounded impatient, and his facial expression transformed to one of great concern.

"Adam, I don't know quite how to tell you this, but..."  She bit her lip, then plodded on.  "...Well, Amy just told me all about those dreams, and I...I have my suspicions that they're not dreams at all.  My gut is telling me they're flashbacks..."

"What?!"  He stared at her incredulously.  "You must be kidding!"

"I'm...I'm not," Trish said, wincing at the look on the blond man's face.  "I think all the things Amy's been describing from her dreams have really happened - to her...I think, sometime in her past, she was kidnapped and...raped."