Thank you everyone for the fabulous reviews =]

I hope Phil will stop getting tortured soon, but knowing Luke I wouldn't be surprised if he doesn't. Anywho, I hope you guys enjoy this one.

Just so no one is confused, the Chris mentioned in this story is Chris Irvine aka Chris Jericho, and the Adam mentioned is Adam Copeland aka Edge.

I own no one involved, they are all owned by the WWE.

"Ow, must you hit me so hard," groaned Matt as he and John made their way back to Matt's locker room. John rolled his eyes, clapping Matt on the back, earning a loud groan of pain from the other man for his efforts.

"You need to toughen up Matt," teased John a smirk playing across his lips, "I mean if I can hurt you this easily, then imagine what someone bigger than me could do!"

Matt rolled his eyes as he walked into his locker room, his eyes scanning the room for Phil but he couldn't find him.

"Didn't we tell Phil to stay here?" questioned Matt as he looked around. John frowned faintly, nodding his head.

"Yeah, where could he have gone?" questioned John back as he walked further into the room, looking for Phil's stuff. "His stuff is still here, but he's not."

Matt pulled out his phone and called Phil's number, groaning faintly when he heard the distinct noise of Phil's phone ringing in his bag.

"Well that's just great," mumbled Matt as he changed into his street clothes, "You get changed; I'm going to go look for Phil."

John nodded and quickly went back to his own locker room, changing quickly. He rushed out of the room, knocking into Mark and Glenn as they walked down the hall.

"Where you heading in such a hurry?" questioned Mark, "Lose your mirror again?"

"Ha Ha very funny," said John sarcastically, "I'm in a hurry though. Phil's missing…"

Mark growled softly, looking around as did Glenn, both of them thinking the same thing, "We'll help. We need to find him before Luke does," stated Glenn taking off down the hall with Mark.

John headed off the other way, hurrying as he looked all around for Phil, hoping desperately that he could find him before it was too late.

Phil groaned softly to himself as he woke in the janitor's closet. He could feel a cold chill cover his body as his fingers reached out for something, anything so he could somehow figure out what was going on. He could feel the dried blood covering his lips; he could feel the blood that still dripped slowly from his face. He winced as he felt a dull throb in his head, reminding him of the blows to the back of his head.

Shaking, Phil tried to push himself up off of the floor but the room began to spin as he did and he collapsed back down on the floor, falling unconscious once more.

"Where is it?" mumbled Chris as he walked along the hall near to where Phil was, Adam at his side.

"Man I don't know why you're trying so hard to find a damn comb," said Adam, rolling his eyes, "You can always get another one."

Chris chose to ignore him as he continued down the hall, his eyes traveling all along the area before they fell on something on the floor. He frowned and stepped closer, all color draining from his face when he realized what it was. Adam looked curiously at Chris as he walked up to his side, his body turning cold as he stared at the puddle near the janitor's closet door.

"Is…is that blood?" asked Adam, his voice hoarse as he stared at the red puddle. Chris nodded, turning his gaze to the door. He grabbed the handle and tried to turn it, but couldn't. He began to tug at the door, fighting with it. Adam stepped up behind him and wrapped his arms around Chris' waist, pulling him backwards for a few minutes before the door swung open, sending both men backwards.

"Oh my god!" shouted Adam as he turned his gaze towards the closet, his eyes growing wide when he saw the bloody, naked Phil laying unconscious in it. He rushed over to Phil, his hands searching Phil's wrists for a pulse. "Chris go get help!" shouted Adam, looking over at Chris briefly before looking back at Phil.

After Chris ran off for help, Adam rushed into the nearest locker room and grabbed a blanket before coming back to Phil's side. He wrapped the weak man in the blanket then pulled him into his arms, rocking him slightly as he heard a series of whimpers spew from Phil's lips.

Chris panicked as he ran down the hall, his breathing heavy as he looked around for someone, anyone to help with Phil. He turned a corner and ran smack into Mark, sending Chris backwards to the floor.

"Watch where you're going Chris," growled Mark as Glenn walked out of the nearby men's room, shaking his head.

"He wasn't in there," said Glenn, turning his gaze to Chris, "What's he doing here?"

"I…I need help," panted Chris as he stood up, "Adam and I found Phil unconscious in a closet, he needs help!"

Mark shook his head, his eyes wide, "Glenn go find Matt or John, tell him what Chris said then get to the hospital, "ordered Mark. He then turned to Chris after Glenn took off, "Show me where he is."

Chris led Mark down a series of halls before they found Adam sitting on the floor, Phil wrapped tightly in his arms. Adam lifted his head, staring at the two men in front of him.

"He's breathing but just barely," said Adam softly, tucking the blanket tighter around Phil's body, "He keeps calling out for Jeff."

Mark sighed heavily as he leaned down, pulling Phil out of Adam's arms, "I'll take him to the hospital. Adam can you and Chris tell Teddy where we'll be?" asked Mark as he looked at them. They nodded their heads, frowning heavily. "Don't tell him what happened. Just say Phil is sick or something."

After he gave them their instructions, Mark hurried down the hall and out one of the back doors, laying Phil down in the back seat of his car. He drove to the hospital as quick as he could while still abiding by the laws. He ran into the hospital with Phil in his arms, hollering until nurses surrounded him, taking Phil from him.

"Mark!" shouted a voice from behind him. He spun around and looked at Matt as he rushed in with John and Jeff at his side, Glenn not far behind them. "What happened?" asked Matt hurriedly.

"I don't know. Adam and Chris found him," answered Mark as he shook his head, "The nurse said they'll have an update in a few hours."

The group of them settled themselves down in the chairs of the waiting room, but Jeff couldn't get himself to sit still. He paced the area quietly, his hands clasped tightly behind him, his eyes locked on the floor. Matt watched his brother with a frown, sighing softly. After all the work they had done to get the two of them back together, and now it seemed they were no better off.

"Jeffy, come here," said John softly, gaining Jeff's attention. Jeff sniffled softly as he walked over to John and sat in the man's lap, wrapping his arms tightly around John's neck. John wrapped his own arms around Jeff's waist, holding him close while they waited for news on Phil's condition.

A few hours later, Jeff was awoken by the soft whisperings of John in his ear. He opened his eyes and looked up at John, frowning faintly.

"Hey Jeffy, sorry to wake you but we got news on Phil," started John softly, frowning. Jeff's eyes light up with happiness at the words that came from John's lips, but that happiness died away when he saw the frown.

"Is he okay?" Jeff asked his voice cracking. John sighed softly before deciding to just come out and tell him.

"They said…they said that Phil was raped," whispered John, shaking his head as he fought back his own tears, "He's in a coma right now from the loss of blood."

Tears formed in Jeff's eyes as he stared at John then turned to Matt, hoping John was lying. When he saw the same frown on Matt's lips, the tears raced their way down his cheeks. He fought himself out of John's hold and ran out the hospital entrance, wanting nothing more than to get away from everything.

The group of them watched Jeff run off but none of them followed after him. They knew Jeff needed time on his own. They just hoped he wouldn't do something stupid over everything.