A/N: Who's the worst updater in the whole wide world??? I won't even answer that because I think we already know!

Anyway sorry about that! Let's move on...so remember in the last chapter I said that this story was halfway done...yea well I lied. Well technically I didn't because I really thought I was halfway but now I've decided that there is five chapters left (not including this one). Sorry about that!

Anyway huge thanks to MagZ86, CrazyWWEFreakJNH, JeffsGothGangsta, trishjeffhardy, Adrea019, JeffxMaria, and Trishrocks for reviewing the last chapter. You guys ROCK!

Reason 3

Chapter 18: Silently Waiting…

A tiny sigh escaped the mouth of Trish Stratus as she looked around at her surroundings.

Besides silence one of the other things she hates the most is hospitals. The rooms all looked the same. There was the uncomfortable furniture. The food sucked. And the whole place was filled with sad people. Then of course there are all of the nurses and doctors giving her the same fake smile.

Being a professional wrestler, Trish would always make sure that if she ever got injured that she would just let the trainer's at the arenas take care of it instead of having to go to the hospital. That would usually work although occasionally she would have to go to the hospital against her will. And right now that was one of those times.

But Trish wasn't injured, she was fine but it was her best friend that made her keep coming back to the hospital. It had been over a week since she had gotten that horrible call from Maria. The words still stung whatever she thought about them, "There's been a car accident. Torrie and John are hurt. I don't know if Torrie is going to make it."

Shivers went down Trish's spine as she tried to shake off Maria's words. Instead Trish tried leaning back in the rock hard chair that sat in Torrie's private room. The Canadian forced herself to look at the hurt Torrie Wilson. There was no difference from what she looked like the first time she saw her after the accident. Really the only difference was that a few of Torrie's bruises weren't so dark anymore. That was it; there had been no changes in Torrie's condition.

The scene in front of her was really starting to get to her. The silence and no one else in the room was making her uncomfortable. She needed somebody to tell her everything was going to be okay. She needed someone to wipe her tears away. She needed somebody to make her laugh. She needed.....Torrie.

As a tear started to form in her eye, the former Women's Champion was grateful when a soft knock was heard on the door before it opened with a man with a teddy bear came in. They locked eyes for a few seconds before she turned back to Torrie and placed her head on the edge of the bed.

Trish watched out of the corner of her eye as the man put the brown teddy bear with the rest of the stuffed animals and flowers on the table in the room. Trish was pretty sure that was the fifteenth gift he had brought for the diva. Every time he brought something a tiny smile would appear on her face for only a few seconds before she came back to reality and realized the pain Torrie was feeling.

"It's been over a week now," Trish said with the cracks in her voice noticeable. "The Doctor said she would be awake by now."

A sigh was heard as Jeff walked towards her. "Trish they said it could be a week or more." Even though Jeff's soothing words were meant to make her feel better, it only made her feel worse.

An uncomfortable silence filled the room as the two of them sat side by side staring at Torrie. Jeff gave a quick glance at Trish as she quietly yawned. "You look tired. You should really go back to the hotel and get some sleep."

"I'm fine. I'm not leaving her." Trish whispered as she ran a hand through her hair.

"Trish you haven't slept in days. There really is no point in just sitting here waiting for Torrie to wake up when we know it won't happen." Jeff replied.

"I said...I am not leaving her." Trish said in a much more stern voice.

The youngest Hardy only sighed knowing that he wouldn't be able to make her change her mind. "Where's John at?" He asked noticing that Torrie's boyfriend wasn't holding her hand like he had been doing for the last week.

"He went back to the hotel to take a shower." Trish whispered, not because she wanted to be quiet but because she didn't have the strength anymore to make her voice louder. 'It's a miracle that I actually got him to leave since his hand has been practically glued to Torrie's."

The ex-couple could only sit in silence as they both thought of the once happy couple that was Torrie Wilson and John Cena. Torrie didn't deserve this. John didn't deserve to see his girlfriend like this. It just wasn't fair.

After a few minutes of just staring at their unconcious friend Trish tried to make conversation… brining up the one subject she hated the most…

"So… you're getting married soon."

"Yeah…" Trish could have sworn there was a hint of sadness in his one-worded answer but she let it go making herself believe that it was just a side effect of the situation they were in with Torrie.

In just two weeks Candice Michelle would become Candice Hardy. Trish felt nauseated just thinking about that.

"Candice is going to make a beautiful bride." Trish forced herself to say. Jeff had been nothing but nice to her and reassuring her that Torrie was going to make it. Something she herself didn't believe but with Jeff strongly thinking it's true she did have some hope thanks to him. So no matter how much the conversation would hurt her she would force herself to have it.

"Yeah…" Again with the one-worded answers.

"Feeling cold feet?" Trish hinted but much to her dismay Jeff smiled and shook his head.

"Nah, I just feel selfish to think about the wedding, that is supposed to be a happy day when my best friend is lying here, unhappy and in pain."

Trish nodded as she understood. "Yeah…" Apparently it was her turn with the one-worded answers.

Jeff was relieved when Trish was finally silent, laying the subject to rest. They both went back to watching Torrie, each of them hoping for her to make some kind of movement.

It was hard for Jeff to believe that just a little over a week ago he was having a conversation with Torrie about Trish. Although Torrie was a tad bit drunk she was able to tell Jeff the real reason Trish broke up with Jeff. He thought the reason was rather dull and he would have said something to Trish about it by now but he couldn't do that when Torrie was in a coma. Her being healthy was more important right now than the reason Trish broke up with him all those years ago.

But when Torrie is one-hundred percent healthy Jeff promised himself he would make that an issue with Trish… even if he was married to Candice by then.

It was just a fact that no matter what Trish would always be a matter in his life.

Good or bad…

Bad though, for a certain Candice Michelle.

~X-O-X-O-X-O-X-O~

Here we go again with the silence.

Trish thought to herself. A few hours had passed since Jeff had come by to visit the most popular patient in the hospital. He had left just a little bit ago though…going off to see Candice of course.

Now it was just she and John, whom was holding Torrie's hand by the bed, just like he had been doing for the past week.

Maria and Ashley were down in the hospital cafeteria trying to find them some decent food. So for the first time Trish was finally alone with John. Something she had been wanting for awhile.

She understood that John was in a lot of pain since his girlfriend was in a coma. That was understandable. But there was something else bothering him and Trish was going to get to the bottom of it. She owed Torrie that much.

"So..." Even with the sound of Trish's voice John didn't even flinch to take his eyes off of Torrie's body. "How are you doing John?"

Damn. That was a dumb question. Of course his answer wasn't going to be, "I'm doing fantastic! How are you doing Trish?"

"My girlfriend is in a coma…how do you think I'm feeling?" Was the bitter reply back.

"Yeah, right. Dumb question, I'm sorry-"

"Please, don't say you're sorry. That's what everyone has been saying to me. That they're sorry Torrie is here. They're sorry we got in a car accident. They're sorry that the love of my life might die!" John's voice raised with anger after each sentence. "The only one who should be saying sorry is me."

This puzzled Trish. What did John have to say sorry for? He had done nothing wrong. All he had been doing was taking care of Torrie. That was honorable, not an excuse to say sorry for.

"Why do you have to say sorry, John?" Trish asked in the most pleasant tone she could give as she tried not to anger her upset friend anymore.

John quietly laughed clearly thinking whatever the diva had said was funny. After the laughing had ended John went back to being silent.

Trish could only sigh at that conclusion. She didn't want to push him but she just needed to know why he felt that way.

So all she could do was just wait for him to continue.

Waiting wasn't one of Trish's strongest qualities so she grabbed her cell phone as she hadn't checked her messages all day.

She had quite a few text messages waiting for her but no desire to read them.

With nothing better to do she opened each and every one. There was a message from her parents, whom she told about the Torrie situation, asking if she was any better. A few from different co-workers hoping Torrie was alright. One from Maria saying she was on her way to the hospital, which now there wasn't much use for that since the redhead already was there. Then there were a few from Randy…

She hadn't seen Randy since the night of the accident. He said he wasn't much use in a crisis. To say she was upset with that would be an understatement.

Your boyfriend is supposed to hold your hand and tell you everything is going to be okay. Like John had been doing for Torrie.

Also like what Jeff had been doing for Trish.

Although he wasn't holding her hand per se but he was telling her everything would be okay. That's all she wanted right now but her own boyfriend couldn't even provide her that.

She needed someone she could talk to about it. She could talk to Maria maybe, but that's also like talking to a child. Maria's quite well known for having a short attention span so although she might be some help her mind would wonder off allowing her not to pay attention to what Trish was saying.

But if she were to talk about it with Ashley all she would say is "I told you so". The dirty diva never had approved of the relationship.

Someone who had approved of the relationship… was Torrie. Although she didn't like Randy Orton she was happy that Trish was happy with him.

Once again it all comes back to Torrie.

Come on Torrie please wake up.

It was useless. No matter how much time she prayed, it just wasn't happening.

"It's all my fault..."

Trish quickly snapped out of her thoughts as John finally spoke up. "I'm sorry, what did you say?"

"It's all my fault." John repeated.

"What is?"

"This," John nodded towards Torrie. "Everything. It's my fault she's in a coma right now."

Trish gasped. Suddenly it made sense what was bothering John. He believed the car accident was all his fault. That was not the truth. "John, it was an accident." Trish got out of the rock hard chair and walked towards him. She kneeled down beside him. "This is not your fault."

A teary eyed John nodded his head. "Yes it is. I was driving and it was raining really badly, I couldn't see. It was slippery and I slid off the road. It's my fault Trish. I could've saved her."

"No this is not your fault, don't ever think that. It's not your fault it was raining. It's not your fault you couldn't see. It's not your fault Torrie is here."

"But I could have done something. I should have pulled over because I couldn't see or I could of taken a different road or I could of made her leave the club earlier or or—"

"You can't keep saying what if? What's done is done. This would've happened no matter what. There's nothing you could've said or do. You should just be thankful that you're alive."

"But what about Tor? Huh, Trish?" John had once again raised his voice making Trish a little startled. "What about her, is she going to live? 'Cause if she doesn't I can never forgive myself."

"I can't promise you that she's going to make it because I don't even know that. But I can tell you that all we can do is hope and wait. The Doctor did say she had a very good shot of being okay. So that's a very good thing."

"I hope you're right." John sighed as he kissed Torrie's hand.

"Hey when has Trish Stratus ever been wrong?" She joked to lighten the mood.

"Well… you were sure that you would be able to get Jeff back… but if I remember correctly there's a wedding in two weeks so…"

"Hey!" Trish giggled as she playfully shoved him. "Well that doesn't count!" They shared a laugh before going back to the harsh reality. Each of them having saddened looks on their faces. "Everything's going to be okay." Trish whispered into his ear.

"I hope so."

"Me too," Trish whispered. "Me too."

With that said the two of them went back to what now seemed like a ritual in the room… silence.

FINALLY another chapter!

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Next chapter: With just a few more days until the wedding, Jeff gets drunk...and winds up in Trish's hotel room.