Colby's Point Of View
Jon had literally flipped his shit. The situation could have been a lot better. Joe was upstairs questioning Rusty, I was downstairs reasoning with Jon.
"NO, I FUCKING REFUSE TO STAY WITH THAT WASTE OF FUCKING SPACE! I'VE BEEN THERE AND IT WAS HELL, I AM NOT WATCHING HIM GO THROUGH EVERYTHING I WENT THROUGH! HE HAS IT EASY, I'M LUCKY TO BE ALIVE HE HAS EVERYBODY! IT'S ALL DOWNHILL FROM HERE! HE SHOULD FUCKING KNOW WHAT IT'S LIKE AND HE SHOULD HAVE FUCKING LEARNED!" Jon slammed the hotel doors shut and left me to tell Joe and Rusty, as well as pick up his stuff. I thought Jon overreacted, but he's been in the same situation as Rusty. He's also seen friends in that situation, so I understand that he wouldn't want to experience the same thing. Joe wanted to reason with Jon, but he sounded adamant when I spoke to him. I let him try, while I tried to talk to Rusty.
"Rusty, we are all here for you and we are here for you to talk to. Drugs and alcohol may seem better than facing everything, but Jon has left. We were strong when we had only lost you, but we lost Jon so we're becoming weaker. We all love you, why did you do it?" I nervously blabbered nonsense.
"I..." He stopped and broke down. He grabbed his stuff and dashed into the bathroom. He locked the door before I caught him. Joe was really confused as to why I was sat outside the bathroom. After a couple hours, I began to seriously worry. I knocked them door and tried to shout on him. Joe broke down the door and immediately called 911. I was sure he was dead. Joe was holding me in his arms while trying to call Kara and Jon. Jon wasn't interested and neither was Kara. I was completely petrified of the possible outcome. It was so terrifying to see the paramedics rushing him to hospital. Has he killed himself? Is he dead? Is he dying? Will he survive? Will he clean himself up? Will Jon come back? So many questions and a severe lack of answers. For now we focused on driving to the hospital to be there for Rusty and be by his side. I was still trying to call Jon and Kara. Jon finally picked up.
"Jon, I know you're not interested and you probably don't want to hear it, but Rusty has just been rushed to hospital. We got nothing from him and he locked himself in the bathroom. An hour, or so, later we knocked on the door. Joe broke down the door and we had to call 911. He was on the bathroom floor, a needle in his arm, his face in the sink, a leg on the toilet. He was so pale and actually looked dead. His eyes were rolled to the back of his head. He looked like a zombie. Jon, we are on our way to the hospital, please meet us there. We both need you and, well you might be the key to helping Rusty out of this rut he's in." I explained, breaking down again. I couldn't bare to lose Rusty. He's so young, so bright and such a lovely person. Our relationship wouldn't be the same and I don't think I'd be in a relationship with Jon and Joe without him, or even in another relationship. I needed Kara to chip in and help, admit that you're using him for your own greed. It's probably lead to his downfall, knowing his son isn't his. That's if he believes us, which I don't think he does. He needs to know the truth, he at least deserves that after everything. Kara wouldn't pick up the phone, so I gave up. I decided that Harry needed to know. I called Harry who seemed half asleep.
"Harry, it's Colby. Rusty is in hospital because he has returned to drugs and alcohol. We found him in the bathroom of our hotel room. We will keep you updated and let him call when he gets out." I didn't want to upset the man, he'd just be awoken, his friend is in hospital. He'll be thinking the worst right now and he doesn't need me talking about how he might die from this.
I sat on one side of the purely white room, Joe on the other. The only sound in the room was the sound of the heart monitor next to Rusty. He was still out cold and in a blue gown with his butt hanging out. He was hooked up to a drip. It was hard to comprehend and see.
"Joe, what if he doesn't make it? What will happen then?" I asked, the breath hitching in my throat before each word. He shook his head.
"He will make it and he should go to rehab. You know what, Rusty's a fighter and he will fight. They will keep him alive and save his life." He replied.
"Yeah, but what if?" I asked.
"We will cross that bridge when and if we come to it." He answered.
"Joe, I'm scared." I whined walking towards him, a tear running down my cheek. He stood up and pulled me in for a hug. He lifted me a little and sat down with me on his lap. My arms wrapped around his neck and my head buried in his shoulder. His arms were wrapped around me. His hands clasped at the small of my back. I panicked when the beating of the heart monitor sped up. I jumped off Joe and looked in despair as nurses rushed in to attend to Rusty. Tears streaming down my face as we were urged to get out the room. Joe grabbed my hand and dragged me out the room. We sat outside in the hallway. Joe sat on a wooden chair with me on his lap crying on his shoulder.
"What's going on?" A familiar voice asked. I slowly looked up and saw the familiar dirty blonde hair through the tears in my eyes. The man stroked from my cheek to my chin.
"He'll be fine." He whispered to me.
"J-J-Jon? You came?" I asked the air getting caught in my throat.
"Just for support. I can kid myself that I'm fine alone, but I really need you guys." He admitted. That put a little smile on my face. Joe sat me on a seat next to him. He claimed that I was too heavy for his lap. I began to calm myself down. Once I was calm, a young, female, Hispanic nurse emerged from Rusty's room.
"Mr Anoa'i, Mr Lopez and Mr Good, you may now see Mr McLaughlin." She answered. I allowed Joe to go first to make sure it was safe, I then entered with Jon behind me. We stood around the bed, Jon at the bottom, Joe on the left and me on the right. I was holding back tears and trying not to tear up. This was so emotional and killing me inside to see him this vulnerable. The silence in the room helped a lot.
"Rusty, I'm sorry I stormed out. I hate seeing people like this, let alone someone who actually cares about me and whom I love so much." Jon broke down this time. "I'm sorry." He croaked and walked out, Joe followed to comfort him. I stayed with Rusty. I hadn't realized the doctors by his bed until the heart monitor pronounced him dead. They began to cover his body with a white sheet.
"No. No. NO! NO!" I broke down and fell on my knees. The tears falling like Niagra Falls. The doctors removed me from the room. I was on my knees by Joe.
"We are so sorry, but Mr McLaughlin has passed away." The doctor told them gently. I felt for the doctors who had a huge muscly Samoan, a taller male who was so quiet and a smaller guy who is like their child, all in tears. This was literally the biggest heart break in my life, ever. I felt dead.
Our home life was worse. We had called and told Mr McMahon that Rusty had died. He put together a tribute and aired it on Raw. He also gave us the week off to deal with it. The problem was that nobody wanted to do anything and we were all depressed. I stopped going to Crossfit, Joe stopped playing Madden, Jon stopped sleeping properly and we all stopped exercising and eating healthily. We began drinking heavily to deal with the death. We watched Raw, each with five cans of beer just to get through the beautiful tribute they'd made for him. We were arguing about eggs or a pair of boxers and watching some gardening show. Neither of us have a fucking yard to do gardening. We just became unenthused and bored. We were falling apart mentally, physically and socially. What the fuck happened?!
A/N: I apologize that it is short. This is because of writer's block and school work.
