A/N: Here is the next chapter. I hope you all enjoy it. I own no one, Vince does.
Glenn returned to the hotel room late that night, more exhausted than he was before he had left for the arena. Not only did he have a match against Mike Knox, but he also had to keep searching for Mark. Unfortunately, the second one was more exhausting than the rest. He had held his own well enough against Mike, and had managed to defeat him, but his quest to find Mark didn't go as well.
Sorer than he had been in years, Glenn walked into the bathroom of the hotel room, and took a long, hot shower. The repairman had come while they were gone and fixed the mirror, but Glenn still couldn't get the sound of that glass breaking out of his head from earlier. He couldn't even imagine why Mark had gone and done something like that. He knew Mark was upset, but going as drastic as breaking a mirror didn't seem like the best thing for him to do. Glenn didn't know what to do about his friend, he was lost and wasn't sure if he could even help his friend even if he knew how.
Turning off the water once it had chilled down, Glenn stepped out and got dressed for bed. He grumbled to himself though when he heard the phone ringing. He walked over to it, and picked it up, not really in the mood to talk to anyone. He froze though when he heard the all too familiar voice of Phil Brooks on the other end.
"Hey Glenn, I'm sorry to bother you after that grueling match earlier, but I have some bad news. Vince let Mark go for a few weeks to get his life back together, and well Mark didn't take that very well. Sure they wrote it out well in the storyline, but you know Mark. He doesn't like being taken out of work. Anyways, Glenn he got into an accident. He's in the hospital," said Phil, trailing off at the end. Glenn froze as those last few words echoed through his head. Mark was in the hospital? He couldn't believe it.
After asking for directions to the hospital, Glenn got dressed and hurried out of the hotel, practically running to his rental car. He climbed in and drove out of the parking lot, swerving around a few cars as he sped to the hospital, his mind going through many scenarios over how bad Mark could be. He pulled into the hospital's parking lot and walked inside, heading over to the front desk. He questioned for where Mark was, but they didn't have any information for him. He was about ready to reach out and choke the woman, when he heard someone calling his name.
Turning his head, Glenn spotted both Matt Hardy and Phil Brooks sitting in the waiting room. He walked over to them, and threw himself into a chair, hitting his hand against his head. He knew he should have kept looking for Mark. Maybe then Mark would be back at the hotel and not here in the hospital.
"Glenn it's not your fault," Matt said tentatively, looking over at the larger man next to him. He patted the guy on the arm, trying to comfort him as best as he could. He knew what it was like to worry over a close friend when they were in the hospital. He had gone through it a lot with his brother.
"What happened to him?" questioned Glenn, pulling his hand away from his head and looking at the two of them. They looked at each other as if saying to the other to tell him instead, but Phil sighed, giving up.
"He wasn't exactly talkative, but he stormed out of the arena after what Vince told him, and we guessed he was heading to the hotel. He was one stop light away from the arena when a truck ran a red light and hit him. They say the driver was drunk, but I'm not really surprised. Anyways, they haven't told us how Mark is yet and we've been here for almost half an hour now," answered Phil, trying his best to make it not seem all that bad, but he knew it was. At least Mark hadn't been killed, or was he? They didn't know, no one was telling them anything. Glenn sighed after Phil explained and lowered his head into his hands, resting his elbows on his knees. Matt and Phil didn't know what to say to help him, so they sat next to him, waiting anxiously to hear about Mark's condition.
Later, around three in the morning, Glenn was awoken by Phil shaking him. He grumbled softly, raising his head from Matt's shoulder where it had fallen earlier in the evening. He stretched his limbs, and then looked over at Phil, giving him a curious look as to why he had woken him.
"They gave me some news on Mark. He's in stable condition right now, but the hit to the side of the car gave him a few broken ribs and a broken arm. He's in his room now, and they said we can go see him if we want, but one at a time so I figured you'd want to go first," explained Phil, smiling faintly at Glenn. Glenn let his tired mind process what Phil said, then stood from his seat, walking to the front desk. He asked what room Mark was in, forgetting to have asked Phil.
"He's in room 11," said the lady behind the desk, smiling at him. Glenn nodded his head then walked through the door to find Mark's room. It took a few minutes, but he managed to find the room at the end of the hall. He took a deep breath first, and then opened the door, slowly walking into the room. He shut the door behind him, and looked at his best friend as he lay in the hospital bed. He stepped up to the side, looking down at Mark.
After all of the years the two of them had been together as friends, Glenn had never seen Mark this bad. He stared down at him, taking in his appearance. Aside from the usual dark eye liner around his eyes, Mark's eyes were darker than normal, but Glenn could still see the hurt residing in them. His skin was paler than normal, but Glenn didn't question any of that. He was just grateful that Mark was okay. Mark looked up at Glenn after a few minutes, sighing faintly.
"Hey Glenn," he said, his voice rough from not using it for so long. He raised his hand and wrapped it around Glenn's, holding his friend's hand tightly. Glenn looked down at their hands then over at Mark, smiling faintly at the older man.
"How are you feeling?" asked Glenn, not really sure what more to say. He had a feeling he knew partially how Mark was feeling, but he felt better if he had told him himself. Mark shrugged in response, wincing when the pain hurt his left arm and side. Glenn frowned, sighing once more. "I'm not letting you out of my sight again," he commented, then left the room briefly. He told the other two they could go back to the hotel to get some sleep, then returned to Mark's room. He settled himself into a chair and stayed there the entire night, staying true to his word long after both had fallen asleep.