A/N: Again the muses are running wild in my head, and well Kane muse threatened to burn Morrison's fluffy coats if I didn't listen to him, so since I love those coats I decided to listen. Anyways, I own nothing in this story, they are in fact owned by themselves and the WWE along with McMahon sadly.
The room spun quickly as he sat on the bed, his hands gripping the edge tightly. His head lulled from side to side as he stared down at the multi-colored carpet spinning before him. He stood up from the bed and walked the short distance to the bathroom, and threw himself towards the toilet, clutching onto it tightly. He lifted his head up and stared at the clear water before it too began to spin around and around. With a last heaving breath, he fell to the side of the toilet, his body smacking hard against the cold tile as he passed out.
Meanwhile, at the arena, Glenn Jacobs sat in the locker room, tucking his mask into his bag. He threw the bag over his shoulder and stood up, more than eager to get back to the hotel. He walked past the few wrestlers that still lingered in the halls and made his way towards the back door, pulling out his cell phone as he did. Since he had no idea what room he was staying in, he figured he might as well call Rob since he was sharing once more with the man. He found Rob's number easily and placed the call, holding the phone to his ear as he walked out the door.
After three long rings, the phone went to voicemail, causing a frown to form on Glenn's lips. Rob almost always answered his phone unless he was with someone. Glenn shrugged and walked to his car, throwing his bag into the back and climbing in. He tried a few more times to get a hold of Rob as he made his way to the hotel, but each time he got the voicemail instead.
Stepping into the lobby, Glenn made his way forward to the check in desk, asking for a key to their room. He moved to the elevator and stepped inside, pushing the button for the fifth floor. When the doors dinged open, he hurried down the hall to their room, a bad feeling finding its way into his gut. He stopped outside the door and put the key into the door, opening it when the green light flashed on.
"Rob?" he questioned to the empty room, walking forward slowly. He turned his head towards the open door of the bathroom, and that's when he saw Rob sprawled out on the floor next to the toilet.
"Rob!" he shouted, dropping his bag and hurrying over to Rob's side. He pulled his friend up from the floor, shivering at the cold, clamminess of Rob's skin. "Rob?" he questioned, shaking Rob slightly. He stared down at Rob, hearing shallow heaves coming from him as he tried to force himself to breath.
Placing Rob down gently on the floor once more, Glenn ran out of the bathroom and into the bedroom. He hurried around the bed, tripping slightly as he reached the phone and quickly called an ambulance. He then threw the phone aside and went back into the bathroom, sitting down next to Rob. He pulled the younger man's frail body into his arms, holding him tightly to his chest as he waited for help.
"Come on Rob, please wake up," he whispered, looking down at Rob's face. If Glenn hadn't known something was wrong, he would have thought Rob was simply sleeping, but he knew better.
The sound of footsteps broke Glenn out of his silence, and he lifted his head in time to see various EMTs coming into the room, scrambling into the bathroom. Glenn stood up from his spot and moved away, letting them do what they could. He walked to one of the beds and sat down, rubbing a hand across his face as he did.
"Sir, we're ready to go now if you want to come with us," said one of the EMTs, looking over at Glenn. Glenn nodded his head and walked down the hall after them, keeping his head down as he walked. He didn't want anyone that might see him to jump to any kind of conclusions. He took another elevator as they went down to the lobby, but returned quickly to Rob's side, hoping that he would just wake up already.
Outside, they loaded Rob into the ambulance before allowing Glenn to get in as well. He stumbled as he climbed into the ambulance and sat next to Rob, holding his hand tightly in his own as they drove to the hospital. A good ten minutes later, they were parked out front of the hospital and they were rushing Rob in, leaving Glenn alone in the waiting room. He walked over to the front counter and took the forms for Rob, then sat down in one of the hard chairs.
"How can I do this?" he questioned himself, looking down at the pages of information they needed about Rob. Although he had known the man for a few years now, he didn't know everything about him, so he filled out what he could before returning the forms to the woman behind the desk. He sat himself down in one of the hard chairs again and sighed heavily, throwing his head into his hands, his head shaking slightly in his disbelief.
"Please Rob, don't leave me," he whispered silently, praying that somehow Rob would be alright.