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Chapter 2: Stress
John suddenly felt Randy's dead weight and saw that his best friend had lost consciousness.
"Oh shit…" John exclaimed and gently lowered the Legend Killer to the ground.
"Go and get a doctor." Cena yelled at Tomko, who had an incredibly guilty look on his face.
The man did as he was told and ran quickly down the hall.
"Hey guys, what's going on here?" Batista had suddenly appeared beside them.
He had been on the way to his match when he saw John kneeling on the ground beside an unconscious Randy.
"I've no idea… He just fainted." Alexi explained and her voice was a little shaky and her eyes were fixed on the still form of the Legend Killer.
John
gently tapped his best friend's cheek.
"Hey Randy, come on,
wake up." He said gently.
Indeed the young Orton began to stir.
"What happened?" He groaned and tried to sit up.
"No, you will lie down until Martha has checked on you." John told him sternly and gently pushed him back to lie on the ground.
"But that's not very comfortable and besides it's a little embarrassing." Randy mumbled.
Alexandria crouched down beside her boyfriend and gently stroked his cheek.
"Please
Randy. You're tired and you just fainted. Let Martha check on you.
None of the guys will laugh at you because you're sick."
Randy
was about to protest but when he saw the fear and concern in
Alexandria's eyes he just nodded.
Right at this moment Martha came running down the hall, with Tyson on her heels.
"What happened?" She questioned and crouched down beside the Legend Killer. John quickly moved away to give Martha enough room while he explained: "He fainted right after the match."
"Can you sit up?" Dr. Cormela asked the young Orton.
"Yeah. I guess so." Slowly and with Alexi's aid Randy managed to come into a sitting position and Marissa started checking on him.
"So,
were you feeling sick earlier or just after the match? Any other
problems? Headaches? Dizziness? Trouble sleeping?"
Randy
carefully shook his head. "No, I'm totally okay. I guess I just
hit the ramp a little harder than I intended."
Cena groaned.
"That's a lie Randy." He said simply.
"I'm not lying John." The Legend Killer looked at his best friend with pleading eyes.
Sorry Randy, I'm normally not one to break your confidence but you've really worried me here, bro… John thought and sent Randy an apologetic look.
"He is
lying. He's been having headaches almost every morning for a few
weeks now and he even threw up twice yesterday."
"John…"
Randy exclaimed and glared at his best friend.
"Sorry RKO but I won't stay back and watch you ruining your health." John said without pity.
"But there's nothing really wrong with me. It's just the stress…" Randy argued.
"Okay, stop that you two." Martha quickly cut in when she saw that John was about to argue back.
"It won't get us anywhere when you two start a fight here. Randy needs his rest and so I want to get him to my office to check if everything is okay with him." She said sternly and her voice told the others that she wouldn't hear any protests.
The young Orton gave in and reached out with his hand.
John took the hint and pulled him slowly to his feet. As soon as Randy was standing, he swayed on his feet again.
Christian quickly helped John steadying the Legend Killer.
So the three walked over to Martha's office, Randy having his eyes on the ground the whole time not daring to look into the eyes of the Wrestlers they were passing.
"Hey
what's wrong with you Randy?" A voice suddenly called.
"Go
away Hunter." The young Orton groaned. Triple H was the last person
he wanted to see right now.
John had looked up when he had heard Hunter talking to them and for a moment he thought he had seen the Cerebral Assassin glancing at Randy with concern.
Nah… I must've imagined that. Triple H has spent the last months to make Randy's life a living hell… so why should he be concerned now? It's perhaps just because I'm concerned about him so I think everybody else should be concerned too.
Alexi quickly ducked behind Tyson Tomko so that Triple H wouldn't see her but she glanced at Randy with concern. She was very worried about him. In fact she had been worried about him for the last days but today had just made it worse.
Hunter decided to not press the issue because he didn't want to risk a scene and he was outnumbered here so he just walked past them without another word.
When they arrived at Martha's office, John and Jason helped Randy sitting down on the bed in the room before Martha shooed them all out so that she could examine Randy in peace.
Randy sat on the bed and watched the door close behind his girlfriend with a sigh. Martha walked over to him with a serious expression on her face.
"So how do you feel Randy? Still feeling sick?" She questioned, all businesslike.
"A little but it is a lot better than it was a few minutes ago." Randy answered truthfully and rubbed his temple because he knew there was no point in denying it.
Martha was good at what she did and she would find out anyway.
Dr. Cormela walked over to him and checked his pulse.
"How long has this been going on?" She asked.
"What? The dizziness or the headaches?" Randy wanted to know.
"Both. And then you tell me why you didn't come to see me earlier."
"Well… The dizziness really started after the match and I guess it's because my fall was a little harder than normal."
Martha
nodded. She believed the young Orton, at least in this point. "From
what I can see you have a mild concussion. Nothing serious, but you
need to take it easy today and tomorrow." She told the Legend
Killer. "And I'm going to give you something so that you won't
feel sick." Dr. Cormela explained and prepared a glass of water and
mixed it with a little of a certain medicine and then handed it to
the young man.
"Thanks Martha." Randy smiled a little and
drank the medicine, made a face in disgust and shuddered a little.
"That tastes horrible."
Dr. Cormela laughed. "Well it's
supposed to make you feel better and not to taste like a strawberry
milkshake."
"Okay… I agree with you there." The young Orton admitted.
He got off from the bed and was on his way out of the room when Martha called after him.
"Stop
right there Randy, we're not finished here."
Randy flinched a
little and stopped.
Damn. I thought she had forgotten about the headaches. He cursed in his thoughts.
"We haven't talked about the headaches." Dr. Cormela said, confirming Randy's thoughts.
With a sigh the young Orton sat down in a chair that was beside the door.
"So how long did you have these headaches?" She questioned, looking at the wrestler with question in her eyes.
"For
about five weeks." Randy admitted, looking a little sheepishly and
a little guilty.
Martha's eyes widened for a second. "And you
didn't think to come to me to tell me?"
Randy shook his head a little, fighting another wave of dizziness when he did it.
"Actually… well… I often have headaches when I'm really stressed and they always vanish when I've had a good run in the morning. So I didn't really think anything of it. But the last days they've gotten worse and they're almost constantly there… sometimes more and sometimes less." The Legend Killer admitted.
With a sigh Martha walked over to the young man.
"I don't want to worry you but I'm a little concerned for your health after what you've just told me… and I'd like to run some tests just to make sure that it's really just the stress."
"Okay…
but Martha please do me a favour and don't tell the others about
it… at least not until you have the results. I don't want to
worry them, especially Lexi. I mean you know that the last month
weren't a piece of cake for her and she finally can put that all
behind her… so the last thing I want to do is to worry her for
nothing."
When she looked into Randy's pleading blue eyes, Dr.
Cormela couldn't do anything except nod.
"Okay. But as soon as I have the results and you know what's wrong you're going to tell her okay?"
"Deal." Randy agreed and the two shook hands.
"I need
a blood sample so that I can run the tests."
The Legend Killer
extended his arm and Martha quickly took the blood sample.
When she was finished, she gave Randy some tablets. "Just in case the headache doesn't get better… take one in the morning when you wake up with a headache. It will help you. And I want to see you here the day after tomorrow if it isn't any better until then and the pills don't help."
"Okay." Randy agreed and got up from the chair.
"Thanks Martha." He said and shook her hand.
"It's my job Randy and I'll call you as soon as I've gotten
the results."
"Okay… oh by the way, how are things going
between you and Chris?" Randy questioned with a mischievous grin.
Dr. Cormela blushed and pointed towards the door.
"Out… now!" she demanded.
"That was answer enough. See you…"
And with that he nearly
fled out of the room. He was a little surprised to see Alexi, John,
Tyson, Christian and Batista sitting there, waiting for him.
Before he could say something, Alexi was already by his side.
"Are you okay? What did Martha say?" She wanted to know.
When Dr. Cormela had shooed them out of the room, Alexandria protested at first but she knew that it was for the best since she had been spending enough time in the hospital in the last months to know that.
Now she was pacing in front of the room, waiting for any news.
"Alexi, just sit and calm down." John told her a little exasperated.
"You're driving me crazy."
Shawn's daughter reluctantly sat down between John and Christian.
"Sorry.
I'm just worried."
"So am I Alexi but pacing won't help
it." John told her and laid a reassuring arm around her shoulder.
"I'm sure it's nothing serious Alexi. He's just tired and the fall onto the ramp didn't help his headache." He explained.
Alexandria leaned her head against his shoulder and closed her eyes for a moment.
"I hope so." She just said.
"It's my fault." Tyson suddenly said and startled Christian, John and Alexandria with it.
"Why is it your fault Tyson?" Jason asked his tag-team partner.
"I should have been more careful when I kicked him onto the ramp. He hit it pretty hard and I guess that's why he's feeling sick right now."
John
quickly shook his head. "Nah… I doubt it's because of your
attack Tyson. It has perhaps been the final straw but Randy has been
feeling sick the last few days and so I guess it was for the best so
he will finally go to see a doctor."
"So that was what you've
been arguing about earlier in the locker room?" Batista suddenly
said and appeared beside them.
Cena was a little surprised and looked up.
"Yeah,
how'd you know?" He questioned
"I was standing near you but
you were so absorbed in your conversation that you didn't even
notice me." The Animal explained. He had already finished his
match.
"What are you doing here?" Tyson wanted to know.
"Oh well, my shoulder started to hurt after the match and I guess it's better to let Martha check on it before it gets serious." Dave explained.
"I see…" John was about to say more when the door to Martha's office opened and Randy walked out. He was still a little pale but at least he was steady on his feet.
Alexandria was at his side immediately.
"Are you okay? What did Martha say?" She wanted to know.
Randy smiled at her and gave her a quick peck on her cheek.
"It's as I've said. I'm just under a lot of stress and need some sleep and then I'll be as good as new." He explained. Alexi sighed in relief but John looked at his best friend with doubt in his eyes.
There's still something bothering him and judging how he looks it's something serious… The Dr. of Thuganomics concluded.
"So you won't be coming to the club with us tonight?" Christian questioned.
"Nope,
Martha told me to go back to my hotel room and get some rest but you
can all still go if you want. You don't need to cancel your plans
just because of me." Randy explained.
"I'm going to stay
with you Randy." Alexandria immediately told her boyfriend.
Randy embraced her tightly. "You don't have to Lexi. I know how excited you were when we made the plans to go to that club so I'm sure John will be happy to escort you around."
Alexi quickly shook his head. "No it's really okay. I wanted to go out because I wanted to spend some time with you so I guess we can have a nice evening and perhaps watch some DVD's." She suggested.
The Legend Killer smiled at her and was about to reply when suddenly a voice called out to them.
"Ah there you are Randy. I've been looking for you for a while. Here's somebody who wants to see you."
Randy and the others present turned around to see Vince McMahon walking towards them.
John's eyes widened a little when he saw who was with him. He quickly glanced at Randy and saw that the Legend Killer had let go of Alexi and had clenched his fist, trying to keep his face neutral.
That's what's been bothering him… The Dr. of Thuganomics quickly realised.
"Randy. It has been so long since I've last seen you. Isn't it great that we're going to work together from now on? It's going to be just like old times." A voice called out and the person walked towards Randy, hugging him tightly.
"Hi Dad…" Randy said and hugged his dad back.
Is this just me or is the atmosphere suddenly a little awkward? Batista thought. He had completely forgotten that he had been here to see Martha.
He looked around and saw that Tyson and Christian had walked away probably thinking that it was better to leave now.
Vince just smiled when father and son hugged. Alexi looked at Cowboy Bob Orton with interest and a small smile on her face.
But what Batista found really unsettling was that John looked like he was about to start either screaming or hurting Bob Orton.
His lips were pressed together and his hands were clenched into fists.
When the Animal looked at Randy, he saw that the Legend Killer had an awkward smile on his face and Batista wasn't sure if it was a happy one.
Father and son separated and Cowboy Bob looked at all present.
"Don't you want to introduce me to your friends?" Bob questioned.
The Legend Killer sighed. "Dad, this is Dave Batista. And I guess you remember John."
"Hey there John, I haven't seen you in a while."
"Hi Bob…" John said simply and Batista noticed that it wasn't an exactly friendly hello for John's best friend's father.
"Hi Mr. Orton, nice to meet you." Batista told Randy's father and shook the hand the older Orton offered.
Alexandria had been standing in the background and had waited for Randy to introduce her.
When he didn't, Alexi stepped forward and extended her hand.
"Hi Mr. Orton. I'm Alexandria Reed-Michaels. It's a pleasure to meet you."
"Hello
there Alexandria. You don't happen to be related to Shawn
Michaels?" He questioned.
"Actually she's his daughter…
and she's my girlfriend." Randy quickly cut in, laying an arm
around her shoulder again.
Bob Orton just raised an eyebrow in question.
"Since when do you have a girlfriend son, and why didn't you tell me about it?" The man questioned and smiled at Alexandria.
"It's nice to meet you Alexandria." He said in a sweet voice.
Randy just rolled his eyes at that.
"Excuse me now dad, the doctor has told me that I need to get some rest." And with that he walked down the hall without another glance at John, Alexi or any of the others.
Batista watched him go with wonder and Vince asked: "What's wrong with Randy?"
"Um… well… he fell a little hard and I guess he's still feeling sick." John quickly explained, trying to stop the others from wondering too much about Randy's sudden exit.
"I see.
Tell him from me to get well soon and tell him that I want to see him
tomorrow so that we can go over the new storyline."
"We will
Vince." Alexi replied and John nodded.
"Good,
well then, see you all later. I need to show Bob around."
"Goodbye
Mr. Orton. It was nice to meet you." Alexandria told Randy's
father with a polite smile.
"Call me Bob. And it was a pleasure to meet you too. See you all later."
And with that Vince and Bob walked down the hall.
"Would you two excuse me now too? I want to see if Randy really is okay." Alexandria looked at John and Batista questioningly.
"Of
course Alexi we'll excuse you. So I guess you won't come to the
club with us tonight?"
"Nah… I want to keep Randy company
and I want to make sure that he really is getting the rest he
needs."
"Bye then. See you tomorrow for breakfast." Batista
told the girl.
"Bye." Alexandria waved and then she walked into the direction Randy had gone, leaving John and Dave alone.
As soon as Alexandria was out of earshot, Batista turned to the current WWE-Champion.
"So, care to explain this behaviour?" He wanted to know.
"What
behaviour?" John questioned and looked at the Animal confused.
Batista sighed. "What do you think which behaviour I mean? I
mean why Randy stormed off, leaving his father in the middle of a
hallway after just seeing him again after over a year. And why did
you look like you'd either strangle or shoot Cowboy Bob Orton if it
hadn't been for all of us as witnesses?"
"I did?" John looked at Dave innocently.
"Stop that Cena. You've given me that look before and it has always meant that you're lying. So what's going on here? Something's definitely wrong between Randy and his father and I want to know what. I can see it's bothering him and that worries me."
John sighed. He could see that Batista was angry with him and it was never a good idea to piss off the Animal.
"Dave I wish I could tell you but I just can't. I made a promise a long time ago and I can't just break Randy's confidence." Cena told Batista, remembering a similar conversation a few weeks ago at the hospital when Shawn and Randy had had their fallout and Batista had been wondering what was going on between Randy and his father.
John had refused to tell Batista back then what was wrong and he refused to tell him now even though he wanted nothing more than for somebody to know.
Wow… I've never seen that look in John's eyes… Dave thought and the way this conversation went did nothing to assure him, quite the contrary it worried him even more.
"I understand that John, but…" Batista started but John quickly cut him off.
"No buts Dave. I can't tell you and that's final." Cena told him sternly.
"By the
way, weren't you here to see Dr. Cormela?"
"Oh yeah… I
nearly forgot." The Animal indeed had forgotten why he was here.
"See… well then see you tonight at the club. And I really hope your shoulder is okay." John said quickly, waved once and walked down the hall, leaving Batista standing there with confusion and worry in his eyes.
The Animal shook his head with a sigh, knocked against Martha's office door and after her 'come in', entered to get his shoulder checked out.
Well
that means I need to have an eye on Randy and I will find out what's
wrong sooner or later.
to be continued...
