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Chapter 10

"Are you sure your okay? Your acting weird." Randy whispered.

"I'm not sure, actually." John removed Randy's arms and turned around looking into Randy's curious eyes. "I have something I need to tell you. And I don't think your going to like it..."

"What is it? You can tell me anything, John." Randy caressed John's face trying to comfort him. A single tear drop started falling from both of John's eyes. "Please don't cry baby. You can tell me."

"Actually, I don't know if I should..." John started feeling dizzy as if he wasn't really really there.

"John? Are you okay? You look like your going to pass out." Randy grabbed onto John trying to force John to focus.

"Ra...Ran...Randy?" At that moment John collapsed into Randy's arms, unconscious.

Randy started freaking out. He quickly reached behind him to turn the water off. He dragged John out of the bathroom and into his bed. He quickly picked up the phone and dialed 911. "Hey. Hi. My friend passed out in the shower. Please hurry, he is unconscious." Randy finished by giving them their address and hanging up. He quickly grabbed a towel and dried John off. He was somehow able to get him dressed as well.

The paramedics stormed in and started checking John's vitals. They lifted him onto a stretcher and wheeled him out of the room. Randy followed them all the way until they got John into an ambulance and drove off to the hospital.

Randy jumped into his car and followed them. When he got there he ran to the receptionist at the front desk. "I'm here to see John Cena. What room is he in?"

"I'm sorry. Mr. Cena is just now getting into his room and the doctors are still working on him. Who are you?"

"Damn it. I'm his boyf...I'm Randy Orton. His best friend."

"Okay Mr. Orton, I will let you know when you can see him. Just wait over there in the waiting room please."

Randy gave the receptionist one last dirty look and went into the waiting room and sat down. He pulled out his phone, figuring he might as well call some people while he is waiting. The first person he called was Vince. Vince wasn't too happy but said he was on his way. He couldn't think of too many people to call, he didn't have the number to any of John's relatives and there isn't really anyone else who John has even spoken to lately.

About half an hour later, Vince stormed into the waiting room and took a seat next to Randy. "So? Have you seen him yet?"

"Nope. Not yet." Randy was trying to contain his anger.

"What the hell happened Orton?" Vince was trying to figure everything out.

Randy quickly tried to come up with something that didn't point to them being together. "He was in the shower and I heard a bang and ran in there. He passed out in the shower." Randy was hoping that was believable, considering that technically that is what happened, he just left out the part of him being in the shower with John.

"Well that's just wonderful." When Vince finished speaking, a nurse walked in and asked for Randy. Randy stood and Vince was right behind him, heading to the nurse.

"Is he going to be alright?" Randy asked anxiously.

"He is going to be fine. He is still unconscious at the moment but he should wake up any time tomorrow."

"Tomorrow?" Randy seemed confused.

"Yeah. We are just waiting for the test results to come back so we know what caused it."

"K. Thank you." The nurse walked away and Randy and Vince sat back down in the waiting room.

A couple of hours later, Randy was asleep in the waiting room. Vince left a while ago, saying he would come back tomorrow.

"Mr. Orton? You can wait in there with him if you would like." The nurse saw Randy in the chair and woke him up.

"Thank you." He walked to the room number they gave him and stopped in the doorway when he saw John. He looked like an angel, fast asleep. It didn't even look like he was unconscious, it just looked like he was catching up on much needed sleep.

Randy walked to the chair next to his bed and leaned back and closed his eyes. He grabbed John's hand and fell asleep after he covered up their hands with John's blanket.

The Next Morning:

Randy was still holding John's hands looking at his his peaceful face, wishing John would just wake up already. The doctor came earlier in the morning and told Randy that they got the test results back and the reason John fainted was because of his stress levels. John was so stressed that he stopped eating the way he was supposed to be and his blood sugar was very low.

Randy wish he knew what was going on in John's mind that made him so stressed. Randy was deep in thought when someone opened the door to John's room and entered. Randy looked up and immediately became angry. "What the fuck are you doing here?"

"Last time I checked, I don't need your permission to go anywhere Orton!" Punk spat back. Punk walked fully into the room and took a seat on the opposite side of the bed as Orton. He saw Randy holding John's hand and his heart broke.

Randy saw what Punk was looking at and slowly let go of John's hand and placed it in his lap.

For about half an hour, the two men just stared bullets into one another until John began stirring. They both broke their heated stare and stood over John.

John opened his eyes to a very surprising sight. Randy and Punk in the same room looking down at him. John sat up and rubbed his eyes. "What happened?"

"You fainted, John. How are you feeling". Randy grabbed John's hand once more.

John looked up at Punk and saw the look on his face when Randy grabbed John's hand again and quickly let go of Randy's hand. "I don't know. I have a terrible headache." John winced when he first noticed the shooting pain in his head.

"I'll go get the doctor." Randy stood and stopped, looking at Punk.

"It's fine, Randy. I will be okay." John saw the look in Randy's eyes and John actually wouldn't mind some alone time with Punk.

Punk sat back down next to the bed and looked into John's eyes. "Hey." Punk just smiled.

"Hey." John smiled back. "How did you know I was here? I doubt Randy called you." John was confused as to how Punk knew he fainted in the first place.

"I got a very pleasant little phone call from Vince." Punk had a sarcastic smile on his face.

John's been there, so he didn't even need to ask what Vince said. Vince probably just freaked out because he needed another superstar, so called Punk. "Why did you come?" John squinted his eyebrows and crossed his arms, looking into the eyes of Punk.

"Honestly, I have no idea. I just had to make sure you were okay." Punk looked down, trying to escape the glare of John.

John blushed, looking away to make sure Punk didn't see it. "That's very nice of you." Just looked back up, sadness in his eyes. "So, are you still mad at me?"

Punk looked back up as well. He saw John's eyes get watery and his heart started to break. "I'm supposed to be mad at you. And I want to be mad at you, but I'm not sure, I am really confused." He scooted closer to John and the room all of sudden got much hotter.

"I really hope that you can forgive me someday."

Punk didn't even answer. He knows he is close to completely forgetting what happened, even though he knows he should be furious. But every time he looks at John or talks to him, he feels like he is on cloud nine.

Punk placed his hand right next to John's on the bed. He grazed his finger against John's finger and looked into his eyes. They were both lost in each others eyes when the door opened and the doctor came in. Punk drew his hand back and scooted away from John right before Randy came back in.

Randy walked in right behind the doctor and went straight to the other side of the bed. He gave Punk a dirty look and sat down.

"So I think I should go. Feel better John." Punk stood up ready to leave. He looked over at Randy who had a smirk on his face. John, on the other hand, looked upset at Punk's statement.

"You don't have to go, Phil. You can stay." John said hopefully.

"No. It's okay. I should be getting checked into the hotel anyways. I will see you later." Punk gave one last look at John and turned around and left.

That Night:

John demanded to be released that night, and after some arguing, the doctor finally gave in. Randy brought him back to their hotel and hasn't left his side. He has been bringing him water, food, and anything else he can think of. John has been stuck in bed ever since he got back to the hotel.

"Thank you for everything, Ran." John was so grateful for everything Randy was doing. John laid in his bed, propped up watching TV. He looked up at Randy, who was coming out of the bathroom and laid down next to John.

"My pleasure. How are you feeling?" Randy started rubbing John's arm.

"Much better, thank you. Really tired though." John said through a yawn.

After a couple minutes of silence, Randy picked up the remote and shut off the TV. "I need to ask you something John." Randy sat up on the bed until he was propped up against the headboard.

"What is it?" John was starting to get nervous again, but remembered what the doctor said and tried to calm down.

"The doctor said you fainted because of high stress levels." He looked into John's eyes. "What are you so stressed about? And what were you about to tell me in the shower?"

John looked away from Randy and just stared in the opposite direction, thinking. "Look, Randy. I don't know what to say, and..."

Randy cut him off. "How about you just tell me whats on your mind." He was hoping that he could finally get something out of John. He is worried about him.

"I'm still feeling the effects of the fainting, my head hurts, and I'm exhausted. Can we please talking about this some other time?" John told himself that he would not talk to Randy about what he is going through until he knows for himself. And he won't know until he gets another chance to talk to Punk.

"Yeah. I'm sorry, baby. Get some rest." Randy kissed the top of John's head and turned over crawling under the covers, drifting to sleep.

The Next Day:

John woke up the next morning alone in his bed. He looked over and Randy was gone. But there was a note on his pillow. It read: Vince called. Be back soon. Feel Better my love. Love, Randy. John got out of bed and placed the note on the dresser. He decided that he really needed to go for a walk and get some fresh air.

After John finally left his room, he walked down the hall to the elevator. He pressed the button and waited for it to come down.

When it opened, CM Punk was standing in the elevator, alone. John entered and hit the button to take him to the lobby.

"Hey". Punk was wondering if John even noticed him there.

"Hey." John turned around and looked at him. He was starting to get tired of all of the confusion that was going on in his head, so he turned to face the buttons again and pressed a certain button. Before he knew it, the elevator stopped mid floor and the lights turned off.

Punk was caught off guard and grabbed on the rail to keep himself balanced. "What the fuck!" Punk looked over and saw that John did it. "John? Why did you do that?"

"We need to talk." John leaned up against the wall. "What is going on because I haven't gotten a clue, and I am going fucking insane."

"Isn't it too early for you to be up and about? Shouldn't you be in bed resting?" Punk couldn't help but have a smirk on his face.

"Don't change the subject, Phil." John started blushing from how cute Punk looked with that smirk on his face. And he was starting to regret leaving his room today, as he is started to feel a migraine coming on.

"Fine. What do you want to know?" Punk crossed his arms and leaned back against the wall. "And you might want to make it quick because I'm sure there are other people who want to use the elevator."

"First of all. Do you forgive me for what you saw?" John knew it was a stupid question, but before he finds out anything else, he needed the answer to that.

"Yes, John. I'm pretty much over that. I mean, technically we weren't dating so I guess I can't be mad for too long. And for some reason, I just can't stay mad at you." Punk uncrossed his arms and put his hands in his pockets. "Only one more question."

John thought hard, wanting to really take advantage of that. He looked down at the ground and whispered, "Where do you stand when it comes to us. Do you still like me?"

John was caught off guard when Punk didn't answer but walked up to him and placed his hands on John's cheeks. He lifted his head up and kissed him passionately. "Does that answer your question?" Punk reached over John and pressed the button to get the elevator going again. He stepped back to where he was and just stared at the confused John Cena.

The elevator stopped at the lobby and Punk got off. "Aren't you coming?" Punk asked John because he just continued standing in the elevator.

"Actually, no. I think I need to go back to my room and lie down." John quickly pressed the button to take him back to his floor and the doors closed, getting one last look of desperation by Punk.

Back in his room, he was just laying down looking up at the ceiling. After falling asleep for about an hour, he woke up and got out of bed. He was startled when he saw Randy sitting in a chair across from him, looking at his phone.

"Oh, your back." John walked over to him and gave him a kiss.

"Yeah. I didn't want to wake you." John saw a weird look in Randy's eyes.

"What's wrong." John asked.

"Your phone went off and I picked it up to see if it was important and let's just say, I didn't like what I saw." Randy handed John his phone and he saw what Randy was talking about.

He had a text from Punk. Now you know where I stand. And now it is up to you on who you want to be with. John just stared at the text. He can't believe that Randy saw it.

"Is this why you've been acting so weird. Are you cheating on me with Punk?"

John flinched at the accusation. "No. I have not cheated on you. I'm just confused about my feelings, that's all."

"That's all?" Randy mimicked. It all started making perfect sense to Randy now. John acting weird. Punk coming to his room with flowers. John chasing after Punk. The strange behavior every time Punk was mentioned.

"Randy. I'm just confused about my feelings. I'm sorry, but that's how it is." John set his phone down and went to the bathroom to change.

When John walked back out, Randy was sitting on the edge of the bed. "Do you know who you want more?"

"No." John didn't have an explanation. Just a one word reply.

"Well. I have a confession to make. You told me that you have feelings for someone else, so I think I should be honest too. Sit down." Randy motioned for John to sit in the chair in front of him. John sat down and Randy continued. "Do you remember when you went and talked to Vince last Monday?" John nodded. "Well you were gone for a while, and the reason I wasn't there when you got back was because I was in Cody's dressing room." Randy stopped and looked up at John.

"Why the fuck were you in his dressing room?" John thinks he knows, but does not want to believe it.

"I think you know why. And I think it would be a lot easier if I didn't have to say it."

John saw how ashamed Randy looked and John's eyes started filling up with tears. But it all sort of made sense now. John was wondering why Randy has been so clingy and acting like he owes John something. "So you just now accused me of cheating, when you went out and cheated already anyways?"

"I am really sorry, John. I just had to tell you. It was killing me lying to you." Randy stood and started pacing around the room. "And I understand if you go off running to Punk now."

"Damn it, Randy. I didn't want to choose because of something you did. I wanted to choose based on who I like more." John's tears started falling, not knowing what to do anymore.

Randy walked over to John and knelt down, grabbing his shoulders. "Baby, I am truly sorry. Are you telling me that you didn't do anything with Punk?"

"Well..." John was going to tell him about the dreams, and the images he got in his head when him and Randy had sex but then he thought against it.

"You did?"

"No. But I thought about it." John looked away from Randy's glare.

"Look, John. We both did bad things against each other. So base your decision on feelings alone. Nothing else."

John shrugged Randy's arms off of him and stood up as well. He walked to the front door and opened it.

"Where are you going?" Randy tried following but John shook his head 'no'.

"I will be back. I just need to think." At that, John left the room, leaving Randy standing alone.

Two hours and about nine or ten shots of whiskey later, John was stumbling down the hall. He went up to a door and started pounding on it.

When it opened, John fell into the arms of CM Punk.

"John, what the hell? Are you okay." He then got a whiff of the alcohol and his nose immediately curled up. "Ugh, your drunk."

Leaning on Punk, John looked up into his eyes. "I love you, Phil."

A/N: Do you think he means it, or is it just his drunk mind talking? And what will happen between him and Randy? Thanks for reading. Please Review :) Next Update will be this Saturday, maybe sooner if I get many reviews. :) Thank you.

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