"Oh, that reminds me...I have to make a call to Stephanie McMahon...I think she'll be happy to know she's getting six of the best wrestlers in the company for SmackDown."  He pulled Amy's cell phone from his jacket pocket with the intention of going outside the hospital to make the call.

"How come you're using my cell phone?" the redhead asked.  "Because I don't think I have Stephanie's number on it..."

"I...don't have my phone anymore," Adam replied reluctantly.

"What do you mean?  Did you lose it?"

"Well, not exactly, Ames...I...let's just say it broke."

Amy didn't like the sound of that, and instinctively, she knew what must have happened.  "How did that happen?" she asked almost fearfully.

"Well, when my foot stomped on it..."

"Oh, Adam...why did you do that?"

The tall Canadian sighed, running a hand through his long blond hair as he spoke.  "Well, I got a little pissed when I called Eric Bischoff the other night..." he said.  "I swear, that man is a prick if there ever was one.  He wouldn't allow me to explain why you wouldn't be at RAW - I just snapped - that's why I took it out on my cell phone.  And that's why I had to go to Indianapolis last night."

"Oh..."  The redheaded diva looked thoughtful for a moment as she chewed on the inside of her cheek.  Then, looking up and meeting his eyes, she said, "Well...just promise me you won't destroy my phone as well...?"

Adam couldn't help but chuckle at that.  "Okay, babe...I promise."  He gave her a quick kiss on the forehead, telling her he'd be right back before slipping out to take the elevator downstairs and stepping just outside the building to make the call to Stephanie.

The phone on the other end was answered after three rings.

"Stephanie McMahon speaking..."

"Hi, Stephanie - it's Adam."

"Oh, hi...How is everything?  How's Amy?" the young woman inquired.

"She's doing okay," he replied, although he couldn't rid his mind of the fears that now plagued it... The things Trish had guessed had happened to his lovely financee once upon a time.

"Good...I hope she really is doing okay," Stephanie said.  "And how are you holding up, Adam?"

"All right, I guess."  Then, before the SmackDown GM could comment on that, he plummeted on, getting to the main point of the call.  "Stephanie, I have to ask you something.  It's very important."

"What is it?"

"Well, I had to go to RAW last night to speak to Eric Bischoff personally. You see, the man didn't allow me to explain why Amy wouldn't be there when I called two nights ago."

On the other end, Stephanie sighed.  "Why does that not surprise me?  Let me guess - he made some threats against her job and then he hung up on you?"

"Yeah, that's pretty much what happened...How did you know?"

"Just a hunch," the brunette replied.

"Oh.  Well, anyway," the Canadian continued, "I brought some wrestlers back here to the hospital with me when I came back...they wanted to see Amy."  He took a deep breath before going on.  "From what they all tell us, Bischoff basically fired them.  He didn't want them to leave RAW last night, even if it was to visit a friend in the hospital...anyway, Steph...they would like to come work for SmackDown."

"I see...and who are these wrestlers?"

"Trish Stratus, Jay Reso, Chris Jericho and both Hardys."

At her end, Stephanie could barely contain the grin that came to her face.  "Wow...Bischoff is really that willing to part with those five?  They're all highly talented," she said.  "And I would love for all of them to be a part of SmackDown.  If Eric doesn't want them, they're perfectly welcome on our show."

"Great," Adam said.  "Oh, and Stephanie...there's one more, actually - Amy wants to move to SmackDown as well."

"I suspected as much," the brunette said.  "What did Bischoff have to say about her?"

Adam raked his free hand through his hair.  "Well, when I saw him yesterday, he changed his tune about firing her for not showing up - I guess he is at least part human after all - of course, this was after I told him what happened.  She'll be one to negotiate over," he explained.  "She wasn't let go like the others apparently were."

"Okay," Stephanie said.  "That's no problem...I'll call him as soon as possible.  As much as I hate dealing with that man, I'd love to get Amy on SmackDown."

"Great...Thank you, Stephanie."

"Actually, thank you, Adam.  See you soon."

"All right..."

They ended the call after exchaning goodbyes, and the tall blond made his way back into the hospital and to his fiancee.

As the Canadian returned to Amy's hospital room, he caught sight of Dr. Perl leaving.  Briefly, he wondered if he should approach the woman to ask her about the disturbing nightmares the redhead had been having.  But then, as the physician walked down the hall without noticing him, he changed his mind.

Besides, he told himself, Trish is probably wrong.  Just because she was pre-med and almost went to medical school doesn't mean she knows everything...  He decided to push this issue as far to the back of his mind as possible.