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Rated: M
Warning(s): Slash, Mpreg, Assault, etc.

It seemed like only seconds after they arrived at the ER, that Ricardo had been whisked off to the back to have his wounds attended to. From the screams that could be heard, it was obvious that he had regained his consciousness. The doctors had said that the attack had induced his labor, and by the time that they had arrived at the ER, it was too late to sedate him. He would have to have a cesarean without sedation.

Even Randy, the WWE's resident masochist, flinched at the idea of being sliced open while he was still conscious. He wondered how they could even do that legally. That kind of pain could kill someone! Suddenly, the screams were silenced. Silently, both Randy and John hoped that it was because the pain had rendered him unconscious, and not the fact that he had bled out or some other horrific occurrence.

Just then, the doctor came out, her glove-clad hands up in the air and covered in Ricardo's blood. She looked between the two men, before the ever-so-slight imprint of a frown could be seen behind her surgical mask. Both men wondered exactly what this could mean, but both were afraid to ask. Finally, she rid herself of the gloves in the hazardous waste bin and threw her mask away as well.

"Mr. Orton, Mr. Cena, you were the two who brought Mr. Rodriguez to the hospital, is that correct?" Both men nodded. "Then I assume that you are both aware that he was sexually assaulted."

Randy's eyes darkened and he seemed to travel to that place inside of his mind that only he knew. John answered for him. "Yes, that's true. He called Randy and told him that he had been attacked, but he never mentioned a name."

The doctor nodded. "Since Mr. Rodriguez has no next-of-kin listed in his medical files, you two are next in line as you were the ones who signed off for him to receive treatment at our facility."

Both men nodded. "What did that bastard do to him?" Randy hissed.

John shot his lover a look. "I'm very sorry, ma'am. He's just a tad bit emotionally compromised."

The doctor shook her head. "No. I totally understand. Believe me, if it were my friend who had been attacked, I would be in the same boat." The doctor took out Ricardo's file. "Ricardo suffered extensive damage from the attack.

"He had seven broken ribs, most of which were floating. One of the ribs broke off and punctured his lung. You mentioned he had trouble talking?" Randy nodded. "That would be one reason as to why that occurred.

"His neck was badly out of place. We had to put a few screws in, which will be removed at a later date. The screws are only for realignment, but he will need bolts once we take them out.

"He also had several contusions and lacerations, which looked to be caused with a Swiss Army knife. Most were around his chest and stomach area, but one was found underneath his abdomen, where the baby was."

Randy felt like he was about to be sick. What kind of cruel monster would do that to a man that was about to have his first child? Wasn't it bad enough that that child also happened to be the child of Alberto Del Rio? Randy twisted his hands in his lap and tried to think calm, revitalizing thoughts. Anything to keep him from acting on the bloody streaks of red that streaked down his vision. Anything. Anything.

John, who had noticed Randy's discomfort, started to rub the Viper's back and try to ease the tension out of his muscles. He was so wound up, it wouldn't be too difficult to believe that we was ready and willing to attack anyone who crossed him. And while John loved that about Randy, it could also be somewhat annoying. Randy needed to use his head and keep cool. He couldn't let someone climb under his skin like this.

"What about the baby, doctor? How is she?" John asked.

The doctor's face darkened. "Well, that's actually quite the story. The baby lived, that much I can assure you. Her continued survival, however, is much less certain. She sustained multiple injuries when Ricardo was kicked.

"When the baby was removed in the C-Section, it was found that she had a dark bruise on her head. The baby would have been breech, so her head was at the part of his spine where the attacker kicked him.

"Also, being only seven months, her lungs were not fully developed. They filled with water almost immediately and one collapsed. As we speak, doctors and nurses are working to stabilize her."

"What are the chances that she will survive?" Randy asked. His voice was dark and low.

"Honestly." The doctor had a sad look on her face as her eyes flickered between the two men. "She has a one in two-hundred fifty chance at survival. She'd need a miracle. And, if she did survive, she could have brain damage."

John nodded solemnly. "Thank you, doctor."

The doctor turned and walked back into the ER to help save the life that she had just brought into the world. John turned to face his lover, only to find that his lover wasn't there anymore. Randy was up and on his feet, quickly making his way toward the door with a determined stride. Seriously? John couldn't take his eyes off of him for more than a few seconds, or else he'd run off and do something stupid!

John raced to catch up to him, but it seemed like fate had other ideas in mind. Every door that Randy went through decided to close in John's face, the main entrance was blocked by an ambulance, and Randy was almost at the car. Speeding up his pace, he threw himself down the stairs two at a time and raced to catch up with his pissed off lover. They needed to talk about this. They needed to talk before someone got hurt.

"Randy!" John screamed at him, breathless. "Where the hell do you think that you're going?"

"Where does it look like?" Randy narrowed his eyes at him, before he slid into the car. The windows were already rolled down, so he yelled. "I'm off to kill the bastard that did this to Ricardo." And with that said, he drove off.