Rating: M (I won't spoil it. You know the deal)

Summary: Justin is ecstatic about Heath being awake. The bad news, one of the prettiest men in the SmackDown roster has to attend the show with no protection.

A/N: READ FIRST: Now lookie here, I know that is supposed to be a JustinXWade story, but it's starting to look like it's fanning away from that topic. So instead, it's now a JustinXHeath Hurt/Comfort fic. Thanks for your understanding; Shino-Chan loves you all!

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After Heath had called him to tell him he was fine, Justin has been so excited for Heath's return. He visits his lover everyday and gives him plenty of love and attention. Today was once again Friday, work time. Justin spent a few hours with Heath in the hospital, getting him food from the food court since it's been confirmed that he can now eat solid foods again and the food that they serve him tastes like shoe. Justin was happy to help him in his time of need, but he was sad that he had to leave him for about 4 hours. Yes, Justin had been sleeping at the hospital with Heath; in one of the reclining chairs. He was too afraid to stay with Matt and his 'Itchweed' problem. The hospital staff gladly gave him blankets and pillows.

"Babe," Justin sighed sadly. "I have to go to work."

"It's okay." Heath smiled. "I'll be fine. Don't worry about me."

"Okay, but you know I'll call you."

"I'll call you too if I need something." Justin smiled.

"I love you."

"Love you too, Angel." Justin leaned over Heath so he could plant a passionate kiss on his soft lips. Justin left Heath in the room.

"Leaving?" One of the nurses asked Justin.

"I have to go to work. Take care of Heath." Justin said, walking away.

"We will Mr. Gabriel!" she waved at Justin as he walked out of sight. "What a nice man."

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Justin made his way into the Corre's locker room. Ezekiel Jackson was sitting on one of the benches watching Randy Orton RKO someone. He tried going unnoticed, but Ezekiel saw him move over to the lockers.

"Where have you been?" he asked. "I've been calling your hotel room phone, and you haven't been answering."

"Heath is in the hospital. I've been staying with him."

"Did he jump off of something again?"

Justin chuckled. "No Zeke, he didn't. He was shot."

"Oh yeah, I do remember hearing about that on the news, Wade shot him?"

"Yeah, he's in jail for rape and attempted murder."

"Rape?" Ezekiel moved toward Justin. "Who did he rape?"

"Me." Justin mumbled.

"You? Yikes." He put his hands on Justin's shoulder. "You okay?"

"Heath has been the only thing keeping me sane. His smile is all I really need." Justin whispered to himself.

"Okay? Well, I'll tell Vince what's going on. He's been worried about you and Heath." Ezekiel walked out of the locker room before Justin could say thank you. The door flew open, reveling smirking Alex Riley. Justin turned around and his face darkened with fear.

"Hey Justin." He said, sitting down on one of the benches. "I heard about what happened. You okay?"

"I'm fine." Justin turned away from Alex. "What do you want, Alex?"

"Ooh, don't be mean, now. I'm just trying to help." Alex walked over to Justin and closed his locker. "Besides, I like 'em feisty." The younger, yet taller man, pushed Justin's arms against the one of the locker doors. Alex attacked Justin's neck with his lips, making Justin moan softly.

"Alex…Get off of me…" Justin moaned. He had a very sensitive neck; that and his ear. Justin tried to knee Alex in the stomach, but Alex moved out of the way.

"Stop it." Alex growled in Justin's ear. That made Justin shiver in slight pleasure, but he wanted him to go away. "Last time I remember you said you owe me. THIS is what I want." Alex grabbed Justin's ass really hard, making him yelp in pain.

"When the hell did I say I owed you?" Justin asked.

"When I was playing with the WWE Draft computers. I told you that I was going to get myself drafted to SmackDown so I could help keep you safe from anyone who would want to gat in your pants. Remember? All of this happened after Heath was shot and Wade went to jail."

"You're gonna protect me from yourself?" Justin asked. "What the hell, Riley? Get away from me!"

"Bitch, let me finish." Alex yelled. "You said you appreciated me moving myself away from Mike. You said you owed me anything I wanted. I want that ass of yours around my cock."

"I don't remember any of that." Justin whispered. "Alex, please. Don't do this."

"I'm not passing this chance away, Justin." Alex smirked. "You know you're one of the most beautiful men in the WWE, everyone wants a piece of you. Imagine if I sold you, do you know how much money I would make?"

"You're not selling me you sicko!" Justin tried to wiggle himself out of Alex's grasp. Justin closed his eyes and opened them again. All he could see was Wade in Alex's place. Everything Alex said, it was in Wade's accent.

"Do you really think I would pass this chance up?" Alex asked. "A chance to get one of the…sexiest, most beautiful men in the WWE?" Alex attacked Justin's neck again, letting his tongue trail along Justin's collar bone.

"Wade, stop it." Justin groaned. Alex looked at him.

"Who?" Justin came back to planet Earth and looked at Alex. He whimpered.

"Nothing. Just leave, now!" Justin kicked Alex between his legs and pushed Alex out of the way. He opened the door and ran out. He trailed the halls looking for a safe place to sit down.

"Here." Justin opened the door and sat down against a locker. What is going on? Why is Alex making up stories? Justin was so confused, he wanted to go back to Heath, but he knew he had a match…Uh oh. With Alex.

"What are you doing in here, kid?" Captain Charisma kneeled down to the teary-eyed South African.

"Can I please stay in here?" Justin sobbed. Christian rubbed Justin's back.

"C'mon kid. Don't cry. That stuff makes my knees hurt." Christian sat next to Justin on the floor. "Tell me what's wrong, but don't cry." Christian seemed to be very understanding in Justin's time of need.

"I was raped by Wade, your rookie is the hospital from being shot by Wade, and Alex tried to rape me just now." Christian's jaw dropped.

"You're kidding me, right?" Justin shook his head, it was very obvious that Christian didn't watch the news a lot. "Man, I'm so sorry Justin." Christian hugged Justin tightly, letting him release his tears on his shirt.

"I don't even know what to do anymore!" Justin cried. "This is driving me crazy, I feel that I need to just die!"

"Hold it, don't say that now." Christian said. "Never say that. Suicide sends you to hell, if you didn't know."

"I'm sorry, but I don't know what I can do. I always get so sad when I see Heath laying in the hospital bed, waiting on me to come back. It's terrible, you don't understand."

"Yeah, I do." Christian put his arm around Justin. "When Edge was in the hospital for his injury in 2009, it was so sad to see him in the hospital bed. I always visited him after work and I spent the day with him 'til he got better. When he started wrestling again, I let him roam freely, I wasn't much of a burden."

"What is Heath doesn't get out of the hospital?" Justin asked.

"He will. He may not wrestle for a while, but he'll be out soon. Just wait." Justin nodded and smiled. He felt that Christian knew where he was coming from.

"Thank you so much." Justin smiled. Christian helped him up off of the floor.

"No problem, I'll tell Vince that you don't want to wrestle tonight. I'll tell him you just threw-up in a trash can."

"Will he believe you?" Justin asked.

"Of course he will, I'm one of the oldest wrestlers in this business, he trusts me more than anyone." Christian smirked. "When I get back, I'll get your stuff from the locker room and we'll go see Heath, okay?"

"Sounds fine to me!" Justin smiled. He watched Christian walk away. Something is going on with him. Justin thought. He was never this nice to me. What does he want?

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A/N: Someone's being a little paranoid, or is he? Reviews are welcome. Like I said in the beginning, I'm changing the pairing, so don't mind the couple title on the first chapter! Thanks!