Silent teardrops drip down dried skin, acting like the gentle rain from the sky raining down on a land begging to be alive once more. The sniffles and sobs of an angel sound throughout, as a soft beep echoes through the darkness of a room, the only sources of light being the glow from the lights on the equipment running therein. The beep is steady and rhythmic, repeating only after a certain amount of time has passed. With the sound, a gentle green line of light spikes upward, monitoring the life of the man it's hooked up to.

More teardrops, now dripping onto the cold linoleum floor. Sliding across it's surface, glinting underneath the neon lights which move in a morbid type of symphony, all reacting at nearly the same time, all working together in a strange harmony. The sniffles grow louder, as a small cough sounds, the shuffling of feet accompanying the cries. The creak of a door, as a shadowed figure stands within it, looking on with eyes darkened by shadows and downcast in sorrow. Beside the shadow comes yet another, slightly smaller shadow. The head of this shadow shakes softly, as a hand reaches out to carefully flip a switch to the side, lighting up the room with the cascading light from the fluorescent bulbs above. A sharp intake of breath greets the intrusion of the light, as the crying angel carefully turns her head to witness the two in the door frame, a look of complete sorrow adorning her features.

No words... only silence and understanding of the pain flowing throughout her body. Though it did not originate from a physical damage to her person... the pain was very much physical. Sometimes... emotional pain tears at the throat so roughly, pulls at the heart so harshly... that the pain is easily unbearable. The smaller of the former shadows, a woman by the name of Georgina, silently makes her way over.

"Hey..." she whispered, "How's he doing, Suki...?"

The crying angel of Dominic Pericolo... Suki Minamoto... utterly torn and broken by the sights before her.

"He's... he's improving, but... oh, God Georgina.." came the sobbing, broken reply. Bandages, covering the face of her loved one... his body unmoving, unflinching.

"Ssh... it's okay sweety, it's okay..." Georgina softly replied, hugging the angel close as the larger of the former shadows, Chris Champion, continues to stand silently in the doorframe, watching as the neon green line spikes with the beat of his close friend's heart.

'My God...' he thought to himself with a frown, 'How could he ever hope to...'

Yet Chris forced himself to remember who his friend was, who Chris had watched him become. A sense of pride overrunning the thoughts of fear... knowing just how far his friend had came, how quickly he could shake the pain of the physical world off and march forward with all the determination of the Roman armies of old. A smile spread across Chris' features-- and though a sad one, it was seemingly the only positive part to the atmosphere of the room.

The clock hanging upon the wall read 3:30AM, an early time for visitors within a hospital... but allowed for only a moment due to the given circumstances. Suki gently pulled away from Georgina, her eyes showing both a history of continuous crying throughout the night, and a lack of any sleep whatsoever. Chris looked on at Dominic's angel in worry, knowing full and well just how concerned for her Dominic would be if he were awake right then.

The calendar on the wall was a constant reminder, however, of what was to come... and Chris knew that whether or not Dominic woke up tonight would not matter, for he could very well be in a new hospital come days before the big event next Sunday.

Lifting his head to the ceiling, Chris closed his eyes softly in thought. He wanted to console Suki... but Georgina was doing a well enough job on that. His primary concern was the safety of his friend... his very future now hanging in the balance due to the greed of a man who paints his face to resemble that of a psychotic clown. It seemed that Dominic simply couldn't catch a break now as champion... but very much unlike others, he took the hardest of hits during his reign.

Final Solution... this... and what next will be in store for the humble champion of the NLCW? The man who only wishes to bring the best to the company, yet time and time again has his career nearly ended in the name of a challenge?

Chris sighed, shaking his head. Dominic didn't want to be a wrestling God... he only wanted to leave a legacy unforgotten by the masses. He just wanted to give the world a hero... someone to look up to and know they can count on, someone who can deliver them from the recycled garbage of champions that pop up so often. Dominic's views... so similar to Chris' own, yet so more simple. So more down to earth.

"I just don't know what to do... look at him! And... next week... God, Georgina, next week he has to fight three times? And Sunday, a fourth? Dominic... how could you ever handle such a thing? Every man has their limits, and... and..." Suki's rushed and scared voice sounded through the silence, breaking the thoughts of Chris Champion as he turned his head to Dominic's fiancé, his eyes softening ever-so-slightly.

"Dominic's... going to be fine, and he'll make those sons of bitches pay." spoke Chris, who tried to keep his voice firm and reassuring for the both of the women before him. Georgina gave Chris a comforting smile, as Suki simply lowered her head and nodded quietly, her cries still unending due to the grief of what she saw before her.

"He's lucky to not even need stitches... to not have a concussion after all of that... I guess all those jokes back in the HWF were true," Chris smiled softly, doing his best to lighten up the mood, "That man's head is large and strong enough to crush diamonds."

A small giggle escaping from Suki's lips, interrupted by a hiccup and a cough as Georgina lightly patted her back. Chris looked at the out-cold form of his friend, a sigh escaping his lips once again. He knew that, inevitably, Dominic couldn't escape the fate that awaited him after waking up... but he could at least do his best to keep his friend as safe as he could. If it meant stopping those bastards from laying Dominic out further... he didn't really know.

At this point... there wasn't much left to know. Violent A had actually overstepped the proverbial line... and it was only a matter of time before he began pushing that, as well. Be it this coming week or at the pay-per-view itself... Chris knew something was in store for his friend-- and the hardest thing about knowing that... is not knowing what to do.

The neon green line spiked once more... the signal of life from the monitor that Chris knew was nothing more then a sense of hope to all in the room. So long as Dominic's heart kept beating... that man would never let himself fall.

Not after everything he's tried so hard to overcome... he'd never let it happen.

The voice of another standing in the doorframe called out, "Time up... sorry for rushing, really must insist..."

The slightly broken English tongue of the Japanese doctor, who adjusted his glasses slightly. Chris nodded to Georgina, who gave Suki another gentle hug and whispered that everything would be fine, before carefully standing and making her way back over to Chris. The two took each other's hand and looked back at their close friends, worried looks adorning both of their features. Suki gave them one last, sorrowful smile, before turning her attention back to Dominic as the two silently began to leave the room.

Closing her eyes... Suki prayed for the safety of the love of her life, prayed that everything would truly be okay for the man called Dominic Pericolo. That somehow, someway... he'd overcome it all, he'd make all those bastards pay for what they've done to him... and he'd triumph over all adversity.

Opening her eyes... Suki's prayers were answered.

Dominic's eyes staring back into her own, and the silence in the air was incredible.