Disclaimer: I don't own or claim ownership to any WWE Talent.
Rated: M
Warnings: slash, language, etc.
BEFORE YOU READ: This story was requested by the lovely HayleyJericho. Thank you so much for the request. I love it! I was originally going to wait longer, until I had probably all of it written, but I couldn't resist. Hope you enjoy!

November 20, 2007

"Hey," someone said in Phil's ear. Phil, caught off guard, jumped in his seat and turned around quickly. His eyes widened, star struck, when he saw Chris Jericho standing behind him with a megawatt smile plastered on his face.

"Oh! You-you're Chris Jericho!" Phil stammered lamely. Chris laughed lowly and sat down opposite Phil. Phil could feel his heart hammering away in his chest. He had admired this man on his television since Chris made his WCW debut. Now he was sitting before him like they had been friends forever!

"Yes, that I am – on TV, anyway," Chris said, a genuine smile making his eyes squint slightly. "Here, I'm just Chris Irvine. I'm a typical guy, just like you, except I'm a bit older."

Phil felt his cheeks redden despite himself. "I just-I mean, you've been an icon for me for years, and now you're sitting in front of me talking to me like I'm one of your oldest friends. I am making a total fool out of myself right now, I'm sure."

"Nah, it's kinda cute," Chris commented, letting his index finger and thumb run down Phil's darkened cheek momentarily, "just like the rest of you."

Phil stiffened in his seat and shook some of his long black hair into his face. "You don't have to try to flatter me…"

"I'm awful at flattery if I haven't even asked you your name," Chris suddenly laughed loudly. "I doubt your name is CM Punk, but hey, in a world like this, it could be."

Phil smiled for the first time since Chris sat down opposite him. "Phil. Phil Brooks is my name."

"Nice to meet you, Phil Brooks," Chris smirked. "Why don't I take you out somewhere tonight? It'll be my treat."

Phil worked his bottom lip quickly. He felt a bead of sweat form between his shoulder blades and start to slowly trickle down his back. "Um, okay, I guess, but you don't have to p-"

"I insist," Chris said, his voice serious but his face relaxed. Right afterwards, he gave Phil a smile. "Why don't I show you around?"

Present Day, January 11, 2013

Phil ran his hand down his face slowly. He tugged at his sagging skin roughly as a form of punishment for letting Chris get into this predicament. Instead of being wrapped around Phil, Chris was now lying flat on a hospital bed, unconscious, with wires seemingly coming from all parts of his body. A steady beep, beep reminded him that Chris was alive. How lucky he had been to survive at all, though!

Phil snuck his hand into Chris' limp one. He bowed his head and sighed at the ground.

"I'm sorry, Chris. I should have never allowed you to get into that car with Jay. He was drunk and I knew it, but I still let you get in that car. I'm such an ass for allowing it. I never allowed it before. Why, then, did I let you do it this time?"

At that moment, Adam was at Chris' door. He looked tired, and his eyes were red-rimmed. Jay, his lover of over ten years, was in critical condition a few rooms down. He had been driving drunk when his truck didn't break correctly and wrapped itself around a telephone pole. He had suffered a broken neck that thankfully hadn't severed his spinal cord, as well as many other moderate to minor injuries, including having his pelvis smashed upon impact. Surgeons had to perform a total hip replacement, as his acetabulum was cracked so badly nothing was salvageable or able to fix.

Chris was slightly better off. Two of his vertebrae had slid out of alignment, though the doctors assured Phil that they would slide back into place once the swelling went down. He broke his left arm and leg, and cracked three of his ribs. He had minor internal bleeding from the cracked ribs that was corrected upon arrival at the hospital.

The two men were still unconscious. The accident had been three days ago. The doctors didn't know when either man was going to wake up; until then, they both remained in Intensive Care. Adam and Phil never left their respective lover's bedsides.

Phil lifted himself off of his chair at Chris' bedside and walked over to where Adam stood in the doorway. "How are you holding up, man?"

"Rough," Adam admitted with a chuckle. Tears welled in his eyes again. "Four more days for them to wake up before the doctors declare them in comas. I just hope they both make out okay. Once Jay's awake and I know he's okay, I'm going to yell at him so much he'll wish he fell into a coma."

"Right there with you," Phil admitted tiredly. "I never should have let him get in the car with Jay."

"I should have never allowed him to drive drunk," Adam added sadly. He wiped at his eyes once before he let out a short breath. "Wanna go down to the cafeteria? I'm starving."

"Okay," Phil agreed. He cast a sideways glance at Chris, and, seeing he wasn't going to be moving anytime soon, followed Adam down the corridor to the elevator.

"I wonder what's for dinner today," Adam wondered aloud. His voice cut through the tension in the air.

"Maybe something that doesn't taste like soggy ass," Phil muttered under his breath. Adam heard it despite Phil's efforts and started laughing.

"Don't get the hot meal, then, ass," Adam laughed. "They have subs, calzones, salads, soups… really, anything that you want they can make. I don't understand why you don't ask for something else."

"By the time we get down there, I'm starving. I don't want to wait around."

The elevator doors opened, and both men walked out side-by-side. They made their way down to the cafeteria. The smell of macaroni hit Phil's nostrils at full blast. He ran ahead of Adam and ordered a tray of it without thinking. Once it was handed to him, his stomach twisted in distaste. There were breadcrumbs and tomatoes mixed in. Tomatoes?!

"Thanks," he told the cashier flatly. He added an apple to his tray, along with a bottle of Diet Pepsi and a side salad. He made his way to a vacant table and waited for Adam to join him. He did, a few moments later, with three slices of onion pizza occupying his tray, alongside a bottle of apple juice, a side salad, and a banana.

"So, do you like dinner tonight, Phil?" Adam asked, smirking. Phil glared at him briefly before opening the top off of his salad container and stuffing his face with it.

"Who puts tomatoes in macaroni and cheese?" Phil muttered between bites of the edible food on his tray.

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