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Chapter 21: I'm Going In

After the Straight Edged Superstar took the little girl and entered the hospital, Adam scolded the Viper, properly known as Randy Orton. Crossing his arms over his chest, Adam shook his head disappointedly.

"Randy," he took a breath and shook his head, "I thought you quit smoking, buddy, what happened?" Adam looked up at Randy through his blue eyes; he was genuinely disappointed in one of his many best friends.

Sighing, Randy wrapped his arms around himself, looking around the dark and gloomy world. That was how he was feeling inside, his brother was probably dead, what else would he be feeling? "I'm sorry," he murmured behind closed lips, keeping his teeth clenched.

Adam shook his head in a protest, "No, I really don't think you are," he stated. "Randy, you know this is serious stuff – it can damage your body!" He exclaimed, sounding on the verge of tears.

Oh come on, give the big guy a break! Adam was quite emotional at the moment; many things were going wrong. First off, when he wanted to go have a nice dinner – yeah, McDonald's is what you call a nice dinner… - with his niece, who said she wanted him to be her daddy, second… getting a phone call from Randy Orton saying their best friend was dead… may have been a down side…

And thirdly, he found out his friend – Randy – had started smoking again. Years before, he had gotten the Viper to quit, knowing it was best for him, but then one bad thing happens and bam, Randal whips out a pack of cigarettes and smokes it all!

"I hope you know I am very disappointed in you right now, Randy," Adam's face masked a perfect feigned hurt expression. Yes, he admits it, he was trying to make his friend feel guilty, but on the inside, he really was hurting. He couldn't believe Randy went down this road again!

Sighing a second time, Randy stuffed his cold hands into his pockets. "I know, Adam," he grumbled, not feeling good about what he had done. Since he quit, he had been feeling a million times better and now, here he was, with a huge headache and a pounding chest.

Biting his lip, Adam just stared at his friend. "Why'd you do it?" He questioned, mirroring Randy's stance and position. He moved his fingers quickly, trying to get a good circulation flowing through them.

"What the hell was I supposed to do?" Randy shouted suddenly. "Everything is going wrong! My daughter has cancer; John's in the hospital, for fuck's sakes, all Phil cares about is his damn rental car!"

"Then do something about it, Randy!" Adam responded, taking a step closer and raising his voice. "When life gets tough, you don't buy a pack of cigarettes, sit on your ass, and smoke the whole thing, you get your ass out there, and you change it!"

Narrowing his eyes, Randy momentarily questioned where the hell Adam got that. Did he hear it from somebody, search it up online? Never mind, he told himself quickly. "How can I change the fact that my daughter has cancer and that my best friend might die?"

"I don't know!" Adam yelled, "Just do it!" Seconds after, Adam turned on his heel and walked into the hospital, a scowl placed upon his face. What was the matter with Randy? Doesn't he know this is serious?

Growling, Randy glared after Adam. How dare he talk to him like that! How dare he… be living still! Randy was mad, he wasn't gonna lie, so mad that he could punch a pole and not flinch, even if his knuckles were bleeding.

He stared at his hand, noticing it was already starting to bruise. Great, he thought, glaring at himself for being so stupid. He would probably need to get that looked at and cleaned up.

After a few moments of debating, Randy decided to go. He needed to ask the doctor a few questions anyway…

Back in the waiting room, Mackenzi sat on her Uncle Jeff's lap, reading a story Ashley had given her. She didn't know what the hell she as reading, but it was keeping her entertained, and that's all that matter to the others.

Randy walked into the waiting room and everybody called him over, but he headed straight for the check-in desk. "Hi, can I get this looked at?" He asked the nurse, holding up his bleeding knuckles.

The lady, probably in her forties, pushed her glasses up further on her face and took Randy's hand in hers. "Oh sweetie, what did you do?" She questioned him with a concerned voice. "How did this happen?"

"I uh," he sniffled a bit, "Punched a pole…"

Raising her eyebrows at him, the nurse realized. "Randy Orton," she smiled and nodded. "Makes sense," she stated before pressing a button on the phone and calling some random doctor to the front.

Narrowing his eyes, Randy stared at the nurse. "Um, what's that supposed to mean?" He inquired, not trying to sound all bitchy.

The lady laughed. "We have your medical record here, if you don't recall two years ago when you broke your foot, kicking a swing set downtown," she smirked, writing something down on a piece of paper.

Smiling sheepishly, Randy looked down, listening to the lady continuing on. "You've got a temper on you, Mr. Orton, don't let it go too far," she warned him before the doctor walked up. Randy immediately recognized him.

"Ah Mr. Orton, nice to see you again," he smiled sarcastically and began leading Randy down a hallway.

Laughing, Randy nodded. "I could say the same to you, Dr. Cena," he gave John's older brother a look, which he returned with a wink. "So, did you hear about John?"

Looking back at Randy, Dan Cena narrowed his eyebrows questioningly. "What happened to John?" He asked urgently, worrying about his little brother desperately.

Widening his eyes, Randy realized nobody had told Dan, maybe to keep him focused on his work. "Um, it's nothing too serious, let's just, um, get this hand checked out, hey?" He changed the subject and ran ahead to the room that he knew too well.

Dan reluctantly followed, closing the door behind him and motioning for Randy to take a seat so they could get started.

~*- Fallen Superstar -*~

Watching Randy smile when he saw Dan, it was like a miracle to Jeff. He hadn't seen Randy small in a while, and it was starting to tear him up inside. The guy smiled at least once every hour, even in his sleep!

Pfft, and that didn't mean Jeff watched him when he slept… Pfft…

Looking down at the little girl in his lap, Jeff grinned. "Ah, Kenzi, you cutie," he cooed, wiping a tear off her cheek. It was obvious she was thinking about her daddy, but Jeff chose to ignore it since he knew she would flip out on him for seeing her cry.

"She is, isn't she?" Ashley questioned while sitting beside Jeff and leaned closer to him and Mackenzi.

Jeff noticed his breathing quickening. What the hell was he, 12 years old? How could he not sit next to a pretty girl without having his heart racing hard in his chest? Why could he not stare at her without getting lost in her beauty? And the most important question…

Where the fuck had Jeff Hardy's insanity gone?

Ever since he started noticing Ashley a little more, his childness was slowly dripping away, millimetre by a millimetre. Everybody was noticing a change in him too, but no one declared it out loud.

"Spitting imagine of Johnny," Jeff whispered, staring at Mackenzi thoughtfully, then he thought long and hard (HAHA!) about the situation.

Jeff's POV (Momentarily)

What's going to happen to Mackenzi if John really does die? Is she going to be able to carry on? Who is Mackenzi going to live with? What the fuck is going on?

I ran a hand through my hair, looking over at Ashley. John most likely put her down as a guardian if something was to happen to him, but John wouldn't leave the whole job to Ashley, would he? She already has two kids of her own.

Sighing, I took my attention back to Mackenzi and brushed back some of her brown hair. "Mackenzi," I whispered. She looked up at me, her blue eyes icy and cold, filled with tears of hatred. Hatred for the one and only – you guessed it,

John Cena.

Normal POV

Before anyone had a chance to say anything else, Ashley swore. "Shit," she exclaimed, whipping out her cell phone and dialling the memorized number. "Did anyone tell Torrie about this?"

Many words were said, some not so appropriate, others…

"Fudging cheese balls!" That was Shawn, just in case you hadn't picked it up…

Putting the pink cell phone to her ear, Ashley waited impatiently. Finally, Torrie picked up. "Hey Ash," she answered, "What's up? Miss me already?"

Rolling her eyes, Ashley responded, "Yes, but that's not the point! John's in the hospital!"

~*- Fallen Superstar -*~

Dan and Randy walked down the hallway, looking for other doctors and nurses to tell them where John Cena was staying. Randy wanted to know if the kid was alive, although Dan wanted to see his brother before he knew anything else.

Finally, Dan and Randy came to the last door of the hallway. "You think this is it?" Dan asked, motioning to the door with his head.

"Hmm? Yeah, sure," Randy mumbled, inspecting his wrapped knuckles, seeing blood seeping through the gauze. "Are you sure you wrapped this right, man?"

"I'm going in," Dan announced and went through the door and gasped at the sight. Yup, he had found his little brother…

Randy, hearing the gasp, ran in right after Dan. "Danny, man, what's wrong –" His jaw then dropped as he stared right ahead. "What the fuck?"

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~Koda