John barged his way through the gathering crowd of people and he felt that nothing else mattered to him until he was knowing that Randy was going to be okay and is not hurt at all. He saw a group of firefighters using cutting equipment to break open the driver's side of Randy's car.

"I am very sorry, sir, but you will have to stay back from here," a police officer called Johnson ordered to him, blocking John's path and stopping him from seeing Randy.

"Please, he is my..." John hesitated nervously.

He is my what? he thought to himself desperately. How can I get pass him to get to Randy?

Officer Johnson blinked at him. "Sir?" he asked while he stared at John with a puzzled look on his face.

"He's my boyfriend. He's my boyfriend." John repeated to him desperately to get pass him.

Officer Johnson sighed softly. "I am afraid that there is nothing that you are do right now, sir," he said to him calmly. "Just let the men do their job. He will be out in about a minute or so."

"Is he going to be alright? Do you know if he is actually hurt at all?" John asked, panicking a little for Randy's safety.

To John's relief, he saw that Randy was moving in the car and he watched as Randy was helped out of the vehicle and taken over to the waiting ambulance.

"Can I go to him now, please, officer?" John asked.

"Sure," Officer Johnson nodded to him.

John made his way to the ambulance and up the stairs, only to be stopped by one of the medics at the top.

"I am very sorry, sir. But you can not-" the medic was interrupted by Randy's voice inside the ambulance.

"Oh, it is okay, you guys," Randy's voice came from inside the vehicle. "He is actually with me."

The man stepped aside and John wandered into the ambulance.

Randy stared at him from sitting on a gurney. "John, you don't have to be worried about me. It may be worse than it looks," Randy said stubbornly. "The air bag had only given me a bloody nose and that is all."

John blinked at him in surprise. "Don't worry about you?" John was a bit shocked at Randy's sudden stubborness. "Are you really sure that you are okay, Randy?"

"He will have some seat belt bruising and he will be pretty sore for the next few days but for now he is checking out okay," the paramedic explained to John and suddenly turned her attention back to Randy. "Don't you think that you should go to the hospital just to make sure that you are actually alright?"

"Yes. Yes, he will!" John said quickly. How can he know if there isn't any internal injuries? he thought worriedly. And what if he is pregnant? What kind of impact of the crash cold it actually have on the baby?

"No, I don't have to go to the hospital," Randy said stubbornly and he really didn't want to see Phil at the hospital anyway. "Really, I am absolutely fine, John. I am just a bit shaken up by the crash. Please, just take me home and let me just have a long soak in a warm bath."

"Do you think that is wise to do?" John asked the paramedic.

"Sure, just be sure to keep an eye on him."

John nodded slowly. "Okay," he said calmly. "When do I get to take him home?"

"Just give us a few minutes to finalize our examination, okay?" the paramedic explained to him.

"Okay, I'm gonna go and get my car anyway."

Getting Randy into his car was very easy; John helped to secure Randy's seat belt on the passenger side and made his way to the driver's side.

"I didn't mean to get the car all smashed up, John," Randy said quietly, he was also shaking a little as he was feeling the aftereffects of the car crash.

"You were not the one to be blamed for it," John said to the younger man honestly.

Randy stared at him. "I will be needing a ride with you tomorrow to work, John," he said.

John sighed in frustration. "Work can wait, Randy," he was getting annoyed at Randy's stubbornness. "I doubt you will be up to it anyway."

Randy frowned a little and bit his lip nervously. "Fine," he answered to him simply.

"Randy," John was looking at him with worry in his eyes. "Um, why did you leave work very early anyway?"

"It must have been something that I ate at lunch and that made me feel very unwell," Randy said quickly.

"Are you absolutely sure that it was something that you ate?" John asked curiously.

"Yeah... What else..." Randy stopped talking and turned pale when he realized what John meant. "Oh..."

"Maybe we should get you checked at the hospital then, Randy," John suggested to him.

"No," Randy shook his head quickly.

"Then why don't I get Phil to come over to the house then?" John asked, getting very impatient with Randy being so stubborn with him.

"John, I am just fine," Randy snapped at him. "Now just drop it, okay?"

John groaned softly. "Fine," he muttered to him.

When they arrived at the house, John helped Randy through the back entrance and they were welcomed by the refreshing smell of Adam's cooking.

"Why on earth are the two of you both soaking wet?" Adam asked them with an worried expression on his face. "Is that blood that I can see under your nose, Randy? What have you been up to today?"

"Randy has been in a car accident," John told him, "Addy, could you please take him upstairs and help him get settled in a nice, warm bath?"

The moment when Adam and Randy both went upstairs; John had taken out his cellphone from his coat pocket and he dialed up Phil Brooks' number.

"Can you please get me Dr. Brooks, please?" he said desperately to the receptionist that had taken the call. "It is very urgent."

"Who is this calling, please?" the receptionist asked.

John bit his lip nervously. "John Cena," he replied.

"One moment, please."

Phil answered very quickly. "Hello," he said calmly. "What seems to be the problem, John?"