Randy wasn't drunk just buzzed, he'd had a drink or two but hadn't really been in the mood to get drunk tonight. Part of that could be about who in the hell his room mate was going to be tonight. He sighed as he made his way down the hallway waving hello to a few people before moving on finally reaching the room.

He studied the number on the door checked his key card then nodded to himself he slid the card into the lock waiting for the light to turn green then pushed the door open stepping into the room. It was dark and quite maybe his roommate had gone off with someone else tonight, unlikely but hey wishful thinking is awesome.

Randy pulled his coat off sighing softly he tossed it over a chair and paused sniffing he turned in a slow circle in the dark room trying to see anything, the heavy curtains were drawn over the big sliding door that led over to the balcony, and all the lights were off but it was silent nothing was stirring, but an odd smell filled his nostrils. He licked his lips and reached out and hit the light switch the sight that greeted him was nearly horrifying.

Randy was pulling his cell phone out and dialing 911 before he even reached the body, because that's what it looked like it was, a body so much damn blood. He kneeled next to the other man touching his neck gently as the operator picked up on the other end.

"9-1-1 what's your emergency?" The woman asked calmly.

"Yeah I'm at the Radisson Hotel, on forth and Berkley and my roommate have been attacked," He said quickly.

"Room number please," The woman asked still sounding calm.

"613," He stated. "He's got a pulse but its weak, and there's a lot of blood," He paused suddenly looking down at the bloody man.

"Is he conscious?" She asked.

There was no doubt in Randy's mind right then and there that the man was very much conscious, in fact every muscle in the smaller man's body was tensed as if expecting a blow. "Yes, he is…" He paused. "Phil," He paused waiting for a response but getting now.

"Is he responsive?"

"No, or he doesn't want to I'm not sure," He could see the raven haired man was shaking so he stood up grabbing one of the quilts off the bed he gently covered him.

"The Ambulance is on its way sir, will alert the front desk were coming through," She said calmly. "Please stay with the victim till we arrive,"

"Yeah, I will." He said slowly sitting on the floor next to Phil. "Phil…" He said again softly.

Nothing no motion, no sounds just absolute stillness and the slow pained in and out of breath past bloody lips. "What the hell happened to you?" He asked knowing, feeling he wouldn't get a response as he watched the smaller man.

It felt like he sat on the floor with the other man for what seemed like hours but it was probably only about a half hour and then the EMT's were there flocking around the smaller man loading him onto the gurney to take him away when suddenly his eyes opened. Randy could see he was searching for something, then felt every muscle in his own body stiffen as the emerald green depths locked on him starring at him, begging him not to leave him alone, all the people working on him, was over whelming him.

He stood back till suddenly Phil's hand shifted free of the gurney reaching out, almost like he was seeking him. With out thinking he moved forward and took the raven haired man's hand. "Hey, its okay I won't leave you alone okay," He said quickly Jesus what was he getting into?

Green eyes searched his face and then bruised lids slid shut, for a second he thought that Phil had passed out again, then he felt the hand squeeze shut on his won. "Can I come with?" He asked looking at the EMT.

"Are you family?" He asked knowing perfectly well he wasn't family of any shape or form.

"Yeah, sure why not." He responded what was he doing, Punk wasn't his friend infact they hated each other. But, to late to back out now as they were quickly making their way downstairs and were soon loaded into the ambulance and on their way.

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News…it travels rapidly frighteningly so. News can be so damaging, painfully so. It can leave bigger scars then anything on the face of the planet. What was the company going to do now, they were stuck, screwed. They had to do something and they did what they had to. But, that didn't change how much that damage hurt. They suspended him, and what did they suspend him for, wellness policy. It was bullshit, total and complete bullshit but he would deal with it when the time came, when he was ready to leave his loft, when he was ready to face the world.

Phillip Jack Brooks slumped down on the bed in his loft staring dully at the ceiling. He shifted and winced the pain in his back and ribs were still immense. He'd been alone sense he'd been released a week ago, and every noise, every shadow was someone waiting to kill him. He sighed and slowly got out of bed shuffling to the kitchen area he leaned on the fridge looking into it. None of it looked good; he didn't want any of it.

He let the fridge slide shut and shuffled around his small loft from one end of the other. His brain racing every noise was him coming back to fulfill his promise. Even the garbage can getting knocked over by an obnoxious feline was him, big scary painful.

Thump…thump…thump…

The knock on the door rattled around in his brain and he held perfectly still starring at it, his heart pounded up into his throat, his joints ached, his arms hurt he hurt with each slam of his heart muscle against his ribs. He licked his dried cracked lips and swallowed nothing except sand possibly from the Sahara desert.

He shuffled slowly painfully feeling very much like an old man towards the door.

Thump…thump…thump…

He slowly very carefully opened the door and looked out green eyes met blue and he still looked scared as a beaten dog begging forgiveness.

TBC…