A/N: Alright, two things happened today that got me to write another chapter of this short fic. 1. I got a review (thanks to dead-diva-baby sorry to make you cry though :) ) It got me to think about a sequel, something to add on this story. 2. While I was thinking about that, I went to and saw the video about the WWE receiving an award by the make-a- wish foundation. It was so cute to see them all hanging with sick kids and all. So I took it as a sign to write down what was running around in my head.

'' Come on John, it's time to get out of the bathroom now, Victoria and Randy will soon be here.''

Screamed John's best friend, Nidia, from the other side of the door. The only answer she heard was some mumbling. She sighed and checked out her black dress in the mirror. Wearing black seemed the good thing to do, even if she had never met that girl before. They were more respecting John's grieve than anything else. The young athlete was really touched by the death of the girl, what was her name? Michelle something.

Nidia's thoughts were disturbed by a light knock on the door. She felt relieved, Randy would probably be able to knock some sense into John. She opened the door and was welcomed by a warm hug from Randy, who had a serious look on his face. Victoria also hugged Nidia, asking if John was doing alright. Nidia shrugged, looking at Randy with pleading eyes.

He understood that she was asking him to speak to John. He went to the bathroom's door and pushed it open, surprised that it wasn't locked. Nidia didn't get in just to preserve's John's intimacy. But John and Randy had nothing to hide from each other. Besides, John was all dressed up, only his tie remained in his hands. He was sitting on the side of the bathtub, looking without seeing it the tie he was holding in his shaky hands. Randy closed the door and knelt in front of his friend.

'' What's up man? How're you doing? Still holding on?''

John chuckled and finally noticed his friend's presence.

'' Holding on? You're asking me if I'm holding on? Have you ever saw someone died Orton? HUH? Have you?'' Seeing that Randy shook his head and avoid his gaze, John's tone became calmer. '' It's horrible, it's just...there's no words to describe it. I mean, I was here, preparing for my match before the show when Mr.McMahon came into my locker room followed by her father...''

'' Sorry to bother you John, but we got a little emergency on our hands and I wondered if you could help?''

'' Of course Sir. What kind of emergency?''

The other man stepped forward, holding back his tears.

'' My little girl is sick, very sick. She's been following you to every show Mr.Cena, she says you're helping her.... Anyway, my driver called me earlier and it seems she's at her worst, even refusing to take her medications. She is really weak and I'm scared...''

'' Listen John'' Interrupted Vince. '' William here has been a friend of my family for a long time, I wish we could do something for Michelle. And since she has that obssession over you, do you think you could?''

There was even no need to ask, there was a sick kid in the building who liked John Cena? Then John Cena would go to her.

'' Just tell me where she is, I'll go to her.''

William looked extremely relieved and thanked me from all his heart. We got to the VIP room. When I got inside I saw that Vince, William were knelt down in front of the kid? But wait a second, she wasn't a kid at all? She looked my age. She even looked familiar. I shivered when I recognised the pretty girl who always was front row, her eyes glued to me, week after week. I tried to talk to her, but I could see she didn't heard a word anymore. Her face was so pale, she barely could keep her eyes open. But she still managed to joke and her eyes sparkled with life one last time. She handed out her hands to me, I took them and held them tight, not able to say a word. Our eyes were linked, and I felt a connection I would never feel again. She pressed her lips agaisnt mine for a second and then she closed her eyes, smiling.

Her father ran to pick her up in his arms, but she said it was too late, that he had to let her go. My heart broke at the expression on William's face. He was understanding that his daughter was dying. We could almost feel life escaping from her tired body when she stopped breathing, still smiling....

As his story was out from his lips, John lifted his eyes to stare at Randy. '' As long as I live Orton, never will I forget this event. I was confronted to something no one should. Even dead, she was still gorgeous. It made me guilty that I never spoke to her before, cause I noticed her a long while ago. But we always think we have plenty of time. Well, we don't, and life is a bitch.''

Randy was standing there, speechless. He was on one side happy that John finally said what was in his heart, but on the other side, the story was way more complexed than it first appeared. John was lost inside his guilty feelings, inside an horrible sadness. But was it true? Did he really noticed that girl before or he just felt so guilty he didn't that his mind made him believe so? Randy didn't dared ask his friend. But John could feel his hesitation. He stood up and faced Randy.

'' I can almost hear what you're thinking man. And I understand that it might sound crazy. But don't you get that this whole story is so hard to bear because I wanted to meet that girl? Because I liked her, because I was doing my best in the ring to please her, to make her smile? And when, completely by faith, we come face to face, she's dying and is almost not aware that I'm finally there by her side, like she always wanted. If you stilll don't believe me, look at this then.''

John got his wallet from his pocket and took a folded picture from it. He handed it to Randy. It was an official picture taken by a crew member of SmackDown. It was from two weeks ago when John tied 2-2 in the best of five series agaisnt Booker T. John was on one of the top ropes holding the Title in the air, pointing someone in the crowd. That someone was a pretty girl wearing a John Cena hat to hide her short hair. She had a brilliant smile, her hands forming the Wordlife sign. They seemed to be both lost in each other's eyes.

'' Don't tell me?...'' Randy asked, not sure to be believing what he was seeing.

'' Yeah, that's Michelle.''

John quickly took the picture from his friend and put it safely back into his wallet. He thought that talking about it with Randy would ease his pain, but it just seemed to get worst. That somehow, talking about it made it real. He felt so bad inside...

Randy surprised him by facing him and pulling him into a hug. The door was closed, there was just the two of them, the girls would never know. It was strangely comforting. The two man hang on to each other, the physical contact telling everything they were not able to say.

'' I'm here for you man, I truly am. We all love you, me, Vicky, Nidia, Charlie and Jackie too even if they're not here today. We will get you out from this, you'll see. Come on now, the girls are worried sick, and we will be late for the funerals if we don't go now.''

John nod, and followed Randy out of the bathroom. Victoria and Nidia were both sitting on the bed, the smaller women resting her head on the taller one's shoulder. They were both unusually quiet. They jumped up when they saw the guys standing in front of them. They walked to John and grouphugged him. He didn't say a word, but he felt thankful to be surrounded with love in such hard moments for him. The biggest challenge that still awaited him was the funerals, but with his friends with him, it would be easier....

TBC.