A/N - So this is it. The final chapter. I have to say that I could not have asked for a better response way back when I started this thing last year I think it was. I didn't think the idea of Randy chasing Steph would have been so darn appealing lol. But clearly it has been. This is the best response to any of my fics so far and I truly thank you guys for that. Maybe I should include psycho Randy in all of them, ha! Anyways, I hope I did this thing justice. For a while there I thought of adding an epilogue but I don't think I need one. After the last chapter this one may come off as anti-climactic but I couldn't really help that considering what happened after the last one lol. Either way, I hope you enjoy it and once again, I thank you all so much for sticking with me and leaving your comments for each new chapter. You are all awesome!

"We're losing him! We're losing him people!"

An unbearable fear gripped her stomach. This couldn't be it. They couldn't mean what they were saying. She kept her eyes focused on the scene in front of her. A small group of paramedics were huddled around her prone husband as they tried desperately to stop the blood from pouring out of the deep and open wound in his stomach, the wound that Randy had created. She kept replaying it over and over in her head. The scuffle. The sound of her husband groaning in pain. The way his body fell limp against Randy's. Her eyes catching sight of the knife buried deep in his gut. The blood spilling out and all over the floor. Randy twisting the knife around before pulling it out. Paul dropping to the ground in a bloody heap. The way his eyes had rolled to the back of his head as she had tended to him before the medics got there. He wasn't responding. His pulse was weak. His skin was clammy. He looked extremely pale. She couldn't deal with it anymore.

"I can't do this," she sobbed as she tore her gaze from her husband and looked anywhere but at him. Her eyes locked with Sam's just before the other woman left the room. She wondered what it felt like to know that the man you loved, the man that you had promised your life to was a complete and utter psycho. She couldn't help but feel for her. Randy had destroyed his own family's life. She just prayed to God that he didn't succeed in completely destroying hers. With that thought she turned her attention back to the events proceeding in front of her just in time to see two medics zapping Paul's chest with a defibrillator. Suddenly, the dream world she had fallen into was replaced by what was really happening right in front of her.

"One. Two. Three. Now!" cried one medic loudly, indicating for his colleague to press the metal paddles against their patient's chest in a hope to revive him although it didn't seem to be working. No response. "Again! One. Two. Three. Now!" He watched in dismay as the wounded man flopped onto the ground after receiving the shock. No response. That was the third time in a row. It was times like these when he really hated his job. The desperate cries of the patient's wife behind him didn't make the situation any easier. With a heavy sigh and forlorn nod to his colleague, he got to his feet and prepared himself to tell the unfortunate news.

Stephanie couldn't breathe. She literally felt like the world was falling down around her. She didn't need to be told what happened. She could already tell from the slumped shoulders of the medics and the ominous lull in the room. Even so, she refused to believe it.

"Paul!" She brushed past one of the officers in her way and knelt beside him, choking back the cry lodged in her throat when she saw him. That wasn't her husband. It couldn't be. He looked.............................dead.

"No!" Her eyes pled with the young medic beside her. She gripped his shirt tight in her hand. "You have to do something. Please! Help him!"

"I'm sorry maam. We tried everything we could......."

"Don't tell me that. I can't.............No.......................Paul!"

"No!"

"Paul!"

The world started to get bright all at once. Stephanie quickly opened her eyes and wiped the sweat from her forehead. After a few moments of adjusting herself to the light and to her body waking up, she realised where she was and sighed heavily. It was just a dream. Or rather, it was all in her head. He wasn't really dead. She was still slumped over in a hospital chair with her husband's limp hand gripped tightly in hers. She shifted her gaze from the monotonous white wall, past the various beeping machines to rest on the most terrifying sight she had ever seen in her life. Paul lay on the bed, his face bruised and beaten and cheek cut. But it was what was under the covers that really scared her. It was the deep gash in his gut that had bled profusely ever since it had been cut and had caused tremendous blood loss which had sent him in and out of cardiac arrest since he had arrived in this damn place. They weren't able to stabilize him. That's why he was still in the ICU. The doctor had been blunt. It was touch and go whether he would make it or not. She just thanked the lord that what she had dreamt not too long ago hadn't actually happened.

The steady beeping of the heart monitor drew her attention back to the bed. A fresh set of tears began to burn the back of her eyes. She just wished this could all be over. That Paul would wake up. That he would recover and that he would be back in her arms. She gripped his hand tighter and raised it to her face, nestling her cheek against his cold skin before pressing gentle kisses to his knuckles.

"You have to wake up. I can't take much more of this. Please baby........" she choked as she broke down and the tears began to fall. She didn't dare stop them. Not when the reason for them was lying in a hospital bed in front of her and she didn't know if he was going to make it. She couldn't think of a worse form of torture than sitting and waiting to find out whether a loved one was going to die combined with too much damn time to sit and think about your lives, your children, how much you love him. She didn't know how much longer she could do it. Marissa had the girls and Shane and her parents were on their way to St. Louis right now with Paul's parents. She could remember the fear in his mother's voice when she called. They were all terrified. For the first time that night she allowed herself to think of her kids. There was a policeman outside the door as the press had picked up on the story and it was leading the national news. What if Aurora had seen it on the TV? She was old enough to turn it on by herself now. What if she saw the story and heard how her mother had been kidnapped and her father stabbed? How was she going to explain it to her if Paul........ She began to get herself into a panic. Her heart raced and her palms became sweaty. This was her absolute nightmare come to life. What was she going to do? She couldn't imagine her life without him. She wouldn't. Her breathing began to get erratic. Everything that she had been thinking and everything that she had experienced over the past few hours caught up to her and hit her all at once. She swore she was going to pass out.................................until she heard a soft groan from the top of the bed.

Her head snapped in its direction. Another groan was followed by the gentle moving of his head on the pillow. A second later, his hazy eyes slowly fluttered open. She watched as he tried to bring them into focus. He finally managed to do so and almost immediately the panic set in and his arms began to weakly flail against the mattress. She quickly moved further up the bed to cup his face and looked intensely into his eyes.

"Hey! Hey! It's OK. You're OK," she hushed softly. The panicked expression slowly left his face as he relaxed.

"Wha..........." he muttered as he tried to speak but he just didn't have it in him. He felt completely spent not to mention scared out of his mind. What the hell was he doing in a hospital? And then it hit him. Randy Orton. His pulse began to quicken as he remembered what had happened.

"Shhhhhhhh. It's OK," she soothed again, this time smoothing his cheek with one hand and reaching for the call button with the other. She couldn't stop the tears from spilling from her eyes only this time they were tears of joy. He was awake. He was alive. Within seconds a nurse had appeared at his bedside and had started to check his vitals and all the rest of it. She didn't care. All she could focus on was him. They had made it through this. They had survived.

"Randy......" he barely managed to croak out. His eyes were glazed over. He was fading. But he just had to know how it all went down.

Stephanie shuddered at the mention of his name. She wished the police had buried a bullet hole in his ass. Unfortunately she would have to make do with him being in their custody and more than likely going to prison. She would happily accept it so long as she got her husband back. She squeezed his hand. "He's under arrest. We don't have to worry about him ever again. He's gone."

A small smile flitted across his face before he nodded off. The nurse began to babble on, telling her that it was perfectly normal for that to happen and that he would be fine. And in her heart, she knew that it would be. He was alive. That was all that mattered.