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(10)

It's been three hours.

It's been three fucking hours since they had taken Randy to the ER. Nurses and doctors kept running in and out of the room but they never even glanced at the people who were there for Randy. They were unable to give a proper status about him even after three hours. Sighing, Stephen ran a hand through his hair.

It was his fault.

This… all of this was his fault.

He sighed again and looked around. Jeff was sitting beside John, hugging the depressed looking man. He had been comforting John for the past hours. If only Stephen had someone to hold him like that at a time like this. The only problem was, the only one who would have done that was in the ER, suffering from an accident. No one was able to tell who the motherfucking person was to hit Randy and drive away. Because no one had been in the parking lot at that time except Randy…. and the one who drove the car over him.

Stephen's eyes shifted to Brock, who was staring at the ER door with his face a blank mask. Why was he even here? John had assumed that it was because of Stephen, that Brock was here. But Stephen knew it wasn't the reason. As if heard his thoughts, Brock's steel grey eyes met Stephen's sorrowful jades. They blinked twice before sending daggers at Stephen and looking away the next second. Stephen shook his head slightly and averted his own gaze to the floor.

His eyes burned with sleepiness and he craved a bed to take a nap, but he just couldn't bring himself to leave the hospital. And he couldn't close his eyes without remembering how he had seen a bloodied Randy on the ground at the parking lot, blood pooling around his unconscious body. His eyes burned again, but this time it was because of the hot tears that threatened to fall down from his jade orbs. He blinked as much as he can try to dissolve the tears away, but they just kept pooling and pooling.

Finally, a single tear fell off his eyes. It ran down his cheek and on to the floor. The tear drop glared back at Stephen like a shining star in the night sky, as it glistened from the light on the ceiling on the dark blue tiled floor.

"Stephen," a soft voice made him looks up. His mom was staring at him with a sympathetic look. She sat down beside him, wrapping an arm around his shoulder. A bit glad that he had someone to lean onto; he rested his forehead against her shoulder and let the tears fall freely off his eyes. "Hush, now… he's going to be alright…"

He knew his mother was just trying to soothe him. What if Randy…. what if he….

"No, he won't," Stephen looked up at his mother, who wiped the tears away from his cheeks. Had he spoken that out loud? "He won't leave you like that. You have to think positive Stephen…. He's out there, fighting for his life right now, searching for a reason to stay alive…. And what will happen if he finds out that you're thinking like this about him? Maybe the person he needs most at this time is you."

Stephen gazed into his mother's eyes, which were reflections of his own emeralds. He lightly nodded, burying his face against the crook of his mom's neck again. His Randy was going to fight, he was going to live. Stephen promised himself that he would not let Randy leave him like this. Not now, not ever.

"Doctor….." he heard Brock speak, and his head snapped to the direction. A doctor had come out of the ER. Stephen looked at the man, who was uncovering his mouth to speak. Stephen got up from his seat, storming towards the doctor along with John. He ignored the glower John gave him. Hell, he in no world cared about john right now. He would take care of him later.

"How is he?" he asked impatiently, grabbing the doctor's shoulders and shaking him hard. The doctor took a hold of Stephen's hand patiently, peeling them away before speaking.

"Were you aware that he was pregnant?"

Everyone hesitated. It was Stephen's mom who talked. "Yes, doctor. We were."

"Are you his mother?"

"No," she shook her head, giving an apologetic look. "I'm sorry but I'm not."

"Then… is his baby's father or his husband…or fiancé here?"

No one spoke. The doctor sighed, rubbing his temples tiredly. John took a step forward, clearing his throat. His eyes were red, he had obviously been crying. "I'm his brother."

The doctor inspected John for a few seconds before giving a stiff nod and motioning to him with two fingers to follow him. They stopped a few feet away from the others, but the distance was too much to hear what they were talking. Frustrated, Stephen ran a hand through his hair again, gripping a fistful and nearly yanking them off the roots. He felt his mother place her hand on his back comfortingly, but his focus was fixed on the two men that were having a serious conversation not so far away from him.

He watched as the doctor hesitate, and then mumble something. John's face twisted, a pained expression replacing the depressed one. He wiped a hand down his face, and Stephen saw tears pooling in his eyes again. Was Randy not going to make it? He stormed towards the doctor again, only to be stopped by Brock in mid way.

He turned to glare at Brock, who was gripping Stephen's upper arm tightly mirroring Stephen's expression. "Let me go."

"Let Cena handle the business, Farrelly," was all Brock said, before releasing Stephen with a gentle shove. He averted his glare to the doctor who pushed past him and entered the ER again. John sulked on the spot for a few minutes, collecting his thoughts of how to say the news to everyone, and especially to Randy. Once he woke up, hell will take over…. He brushed away the tears and cleared his throat. Something was blocking his throat, and it was hard for him to swallow. But none the less, he forced down a gulp of spit down his throat and turned to the crowd waiting outside the ER. They were looking at him expectantly, waiting to hear what the doctor had told him.

How was he going to say….?

His eyes met Stephen's and he had to avert his gaze just to escape the ocean of emotions that were flowing out of Stephen's jade orbs. John had called Randy's parents and Elaine was on her way, but Bob had been a bastard, refusing to vast his own blood even if he was in amidst of life and death. Just because his son was gay and pregnant, how can a man disown his only son? Gritting his teeth and pushing the hateful thoughts away, John stepped towards the crowd.

"John…?" it was Jeff who first called him. He looked at the kitten-like face contorted in sadness, giving him a grief look on his own. John stopped right in front of Stephen, standing face to face with him. As much as he disliked the man at the moment, he needed to know. He needed to know what he has done to randy. He needed to know what caused randy to….to….

"He lost the baby."

XXX

Randy knew.

The second he woke up…..

The second he felt the emptiness….

The second his cerulean eyes fell upon his flat stomach….

He knew.

A sob escaped from his lips as he laid hand on his now-flat abdomen. Tears fell from his eyes like a waterfall. His head was pounding, his ribs were aching, and the wounds on his body were burning. But the only pain he really felt was the ache in his heart. He had lost his baby. He had fucking lost his baby.

He had been a careless father. He doesn't deserve to be a father again.

He cried, more sobs leaving his lips. Two arms wrapped around him, pulling him against a chest. He buried his face against the said chest and cried his heart out, gripping onto the fabric of the shirt tightly. What had he done to deserve such pain? Was having a life, a crime?

He recognized the person who was holding him was Stephen. The familiar smell of AXE and vanilla reached his nose. Weakly, he tried to struggle out of Stephen's hold, but the other man just pulled randy closer, nuzzling his face against Randy's short hair and breathing out apologies again and again.

Guilt was eating Stephen alive. He knew he was falling; he was falling hard for the man he was hugging against his body. He tightened his hold as Randy tried to free from him again. Even if this man never forgives him, Stephen would never leave him. "I'm sorry." He whispered against Randy's ear, feeling him stop struggling and slumping him body weakly, giving up on the fight. "I'm so sorry," he whispered again.

All of the others were outside, and Dave was still on the way. Stephen had so very little time until Randy's owner arrive. And he needed to get this out of his chest before anyone interrupts him. "Randy…." He cupped the man's cheek and made him look up, and gazed into the beautiful sky blue eyes. "I need to say some-"

The door burst opened.

Stephen saw Randy's eyes tearing up again. "D-Dave?"

Stephen's eyes snapped to Dave, whose face was a mask of exact emptiness. His eyes were hard, and his jaws were clenching and unclenching repeatedly. "You lost the baby?"

"I-I didn'-"Randy stuttered, his body pressing against Stephen's harder with fear. He had seen that look on Dave's face countless times enough to know what it meant. He was cut off.

"Did you, or did you not, lose my child?" he growled, taking a step towards the younger men menacingly.

"I-I did," Randy whimpered, clutching the sheets around him tighter, as if to create a barrier between him, and Dave.

Dave shook his head, a remorseful look crossing his face only for a few seconds before a raged expression took over. He sent a threatening look to both Randy and Stephen before turning around to leave the room.

"Dave…"

Dave stopped in his tracks, but didn't turn to face Randy.

"I… I need you," Randy's voice was barely audible. He was weak, vulnerable. "Please don't go…"

Dave took a deep breath. He was glad that his face wasn't on display to Randy; otherwise, he would have seen the sorrowful look on it. "There's no valuable reason for me to stay here any longer," with that he left the room.

Randy broke down, his body shaking uncontrollably as sob after sob left his lips. He didn't know a man could cry this much, but the only way his body could release the grief was this. He was pulled to Stephen's chest again, but this time, he didn't care. He didn't care about anything at all.

The man he needed most in his life at the moment had rejected him. And it was all because of Randy losing the baby. As much as his hatred Dave right now, he still loved him none the less. The heartache was stronger this time, and he became hysterical. The monitor beeped loudly beside his bed, his head was pounding so hard that he thought it would burst open from the force. The only thing he remembered was Stephen crying out his name before blacking out, gasping for breath.

So the story is coming to an end….? Oh, no my lovelies. It just started. *Grinning devilishly* Review.