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"I better tell your parents and friends that you're awake. They've been worried sick about you." Doc said after adjusting several other monitors. "My parents are here, what the hell happened to me?" Randy thought trying to recall anything but nothing and absolutely nothing came up.
After the doctor left, Randy gently turned his head to see the room around him. It was in a bright white color and well lit. There was a large window halfway covered by a moss green curtain, which matched the blanket that covered him in his hospital gown. "I wonder what hot chick got me in this thing." He thought to himself putting a small smile on his face causing his jaw to contract with something. He winced in pain but found it difficult because every bone in his body hurt like you had been trampled on. He closed his eyes and took all the pain in before the door opened.
"My baby," Randy's mom said running towards the bed and quickly kissing her son's bruised forehead. This time he didn't feel pain. He felt better. He glanced up to his dad who also had tears in his eyes. "Kiddo," he said softly hugging his son. Elaine held Randy's right hand while Bob stood behind where she was sitting.
"You scared me but I'm glad you're still here." Elaine said as a tear fell down her stained cheek. Bob smiled behind his wife holding her shoulders covered in a light pink sweater. "Mom," he softly said. His mom's eyes widened as she continued to stroke his messy hair. "Yes, baby," She replied with patience in her tone. "What... happened to... me?" He managed to say causing his parents to look at each other in shock.
Bob quickly stormed out of the room catching the others' attention. "Doc, you didn't tell us Randy lost complete memory of what happened to him. Who knows he might've forgotten a lot more than that!" Bob yelled. "What, what are you talking about? Randy hasn't lost anything, at least that's what the reports have said." The doctor replied. By this time everyone went to Bob and the doctor to see what was going on.
"What's happening here?" Vince asked as soon as he saw Bob red with fury. "Bob, calm down." Linda comforted as she lead one of her husband's friends to a chair. "We're going to run some tests and see if the fight had caused any damage to his brain and until we get the answers no one can see him." Doc said leaving all of them back to worry mode.
"Mom, tell... me," he repeated but his mom continued crying. "Mommy," he muttered as a tear fell down his bruised cheek causing a stinging sensation. "What's going on," he thought to himself.
"Stacy, are you alright?" Trish asked seeing Stacy stare down at the floor. "I can't be alright, and the more Randy isn't alright and it's my fault..." Stacy said. "Stace, it's not your fault. How many times does everyone have to tell you that? It's whoever did this that should be blamed." Trish answered back. "Well, if it wasn't for me going out with those bastards he wouldn't be in this situation!" Stacy yelled grabbing the awareness of everyone in the room. "Stacy, calm down! He'll probably get better and you'll see him in a while." Trish comforted. "Well, what if he won't get better? What if he got brain damaged or something? What if he can't wrestle? What if he'd never want to see me again?" Stacy asked her voice still at the same level. "Stacy," John said walking up to his best friend's girlfriend. "You probably like this, John, huh? I know how much you discouraged Randy into this relationship because you knew I was causing trouble in his life. There you go, you win!" Stacy bellowed. "Stacy, look, about that, I'm really sorry. I-"John said before he was interrupted. "Now's not the time. Look, tell Randy when he wakes up, if ever he still remembers me, that I'm not ready to see him. Just tell him I'm sorry." Stacy said grabbing her purse and running out of the hospital.
About an hour after Stacy and Trish left the doctor came back with the results of the test. "I'm not sure if this will come off as good news considering the fact that it wasn't such a good experience." Doc said. "What," Bob asked over that period of time he was able to compose himself. "Your son doesn't remember anything from the fight. The last thing he remembers was running to the parking lot." Doc said. They were unsure what to feel because Randy had no clue why he was there but then again who would want to remember?
"Dad, so are we going to tell him what happened?" Becky, Randy's sister asked. "He's going to find out sooner or later. We might as well tell him." Bob replied. "Doc, can we see him now?" Nathan, Randy's brother asked. "I think it's a good idea if his father tells him what happened. I promise you all will get to see him. I know why you were worried for this kid. He's a courageous man." Doc replied.
"Ellie," Bob said to his wife. "I heard the news. Tell Randy the truth. I'll go wash up." Elaine replied going out of the room. Bob took her place and sat on Randy's bedside. Randy had a questioning look on his face eyeing his dad for signs of what was coming. "Hey kiddo, Doc said that you got this from a match. That's not what happened." Bob said softly as Randy's face dropped. "You remember when you ran to the parking lot, right?" Bob asked. Randy nodded his head getting an idea of the reason why he was in this place he hated so much. "At the parking lot someone attacked you and nearly... killed you." Bob confessed. Randy turned from his father to stare right up the ceiling. "Killed me, I almost died." He thought to himself repeatedly. His eyes began to well up with tears at the thought of losing his life and leaving everything he loved. His tears of sadness turned into anger as soon as he realized someone, some sickening son of a bitch, caused this. He turned back to his father, his eyes red, adding to the anger in his glare. "Who did this?" He said with all he could gather. "We don't know," Bob replied as tears fell down from his eyes seeing his son in that position. "Was it Drew? Or is it this new guy, Colt?" Randy said aloud before coughing about a billion times. "Randy, calm down, we'll find whoever did this and we'll get him into prison but right now you have to worry about yourself." Bob explained. "Mom said some people are here. How is Beck and Nate doing? I heard my friends are here too and Vince. However, I really want to see Stacy, she must be feeling bad about this. Dad, can I see her?" Randy asked changing his mood. "Stacy left. She felt like she was to blame for this and she said that she's not ready to see you and that she's really sorry." Bob informed. "It's not her fault."
After a while, everyone came in the room and when his mom said friends, he did not expect everyone to be here. Even his best friend, who was from Smackdown, was here. They all gave Randy a hug that made him feel loved and cared for but he was still worried about Stacy.
"I heard you cried for me." Randy told John when everyone left the hospital. RAW was tonight and everyone left except for his mom, dad, and best friend who were going to leave later in the afternoon. Randy was excused from RAW since he would probably be released on Wednesday. "Well, you know..." John said a bit embarrassed. "I guess you can't help but love me." Randy joked. "John how was Stacy?" he asked. "Not too good. She and Trish left like at four AM but before that she kind of shouted at me." John informed scratching the back of his head. "What did she say?" Randy asked softly. "I tried apologizing about the whole "discouraging" thing and she got scared." John said. "Scared for you,"
He reached for the remote of the TV. He was spending two nights at the hospital. The next day he could go back home to rest and if it is all right, he could be cleared to wrestle next week. The fireworks had just started when he switched it to Spike TV. He watched RAW until it ended and fell asleep.
"Huuuuh, huh, huh, huh," He panted heavily sitting up in the darkness of his room. "Whoa, it was just a nightmare." Randy thought to himself as he settled back into his bed looking around the room. It was dark but he was still able to see some of the furnishings. There was a nightlight, which helped you find the way to the bathroom. He decided to do just that realizing that throughout the day he had not gone there.
When his bare foot touched the ground, it sent jolts of ice-cold temperature throughout his body. The floor was colder than ice or maybe because his feet had been kept in warmth for nearly 24 hours. He turned on the lights to the bathroom and checked himself in the mirror. The first time he had seen himself since before his match with Edge to see if he was presentable to the fans out in the audience and watching at home. "I look like road kill." He mumbled looking at the mess. His face was bruised in so many places. His eye bulged and it had a blue to purple color. His lip was swollen and curled up on the side as if he was trying to smirk. His nose had a bandage and several parts of his face did as well. A bandage wrapped around his skull confining his forehead. He stroked his once perfect face and felt a stinging sensation every time it hit a wound.
He lifted the hospital gown over his head wearing the same pair of Jockey black underwear as he was the day before. His dad brought his suitcase in from his hotel before they left but he did not bother to change. Now he felt dirty. He examined his body in the full-length mirror. It was still the same shape. Beautifully sculpted into that of a Greek god's except for the bandage that wrapped around his abdomen where he had been kicked several times. It was where it hurt most. His legs looked fine except they felt sticky from sweat under that hot blanket. He undressed into nothing and stepped in the shower. He browsed through the hospital products. They were stuff you wouldn't find in a grocery. They were the ones only found in a doctor's office or a drug store. He went under the warm shower and cleansed himself from head to toe until he was finally satisfied.
Exposed, he tiptoed to his bag, even if he was dripping wet and pulled out his towel. He went back into the bathroom and closed the door. He wrapped the towel around his waist before brushing his teeth. When he opened the door, he was completely in shock.
"Carmella," He said in surprise forgetting that he was only wearing a towel. She was sitting on his bed with the lamp on. "How'd you get here?" Randy asked in an annoyed tone. Carmella raised her eyebrows and walked towards Randy who was still unaware of his lack of clothing. She traced his perfect chest with her finger before Randy backed off. "What do you want?" He asked putting his hands on his hips and finally realizing that the fuzzy thing he was holding was his towel. He stood there in embarrassment before reaching back into his suitcase to get a pair of boxers, which was on top of everything else. He rushed back into the bathroom but Carmella pulled the towel exposing his butt. "Wow, the buttless wonder actually has a nice ass." She commented before Randy turned his head and glared at her. About five seconds later, he came out wearing the red boxers with that same mad look at his face. "Carmella, just leave. I know you're not here because you're worried about me. So just go," Randy, ordered walking past her and giving her the purse, which she had left on his bed.
"Nope, I'm not going anywhere." She said in a seductive voice. Randy moved away from her with a look of anger and shock. "Carmella, you know I have a girlfriend. So stop fooling around!" Randy said walking towards the lamp that gave off an orange light. It reflected on his wet abs showing how built he was. "Yummy," she thought licking her lips. Randy rolled his eyes and moved towards her to push her out. Carmella took advantage of the closeness and pushed his head into her face. She opened her mouth kissing his lips aggressively. He quickly pulled away watching her lick her lips with satisfaction. "You kissed back," Carmella said. "No I didn't." Randy shot back. "You're in denial." She replied. "I didn't kiss you back, I pulled away." Randy said muttering the last few words and staring at the floor. "Ah, see, you pulled away after you gave me a little tongue." Carmella teased. "Shut up," He bellowed. Carmella just laughed as she opened the door and left Randy in serious denial.
"No, I couldn't have kissed her back. I would kill myself even if it were just a second. Maybe I was just caught off guard. Maybe my head wasn't clear." Randy thought. He tried to make up excuses but one thing was certain he did kiss Carmella.
He checked the clock hanging above the door. It read 6:30 AM, which meant that he was leaving the hospital in about an hour. He fixed his things and realized he had thirty minutes to go when the Doc came in surprised to see him standing up using his cell phone. When the Doctor came in Randy quickly said goodbye to John, whom he told of what had just happened with him and Carmella. He left out the kissing part though.
"Randy, I thought you were a resilient kid but I didn't know you were this quick to heal. "How are your ribs?" He asked as Randy fell on the chair opposite where Doc sat. "It feels broken." Randy said. "Well, because it is." The doctor replied. A look of horror formed on Randy's face, "How many?" He prepared for the number. "Three, but they're minor cases and you'll be fine in a week." The doctor answered. "So I can't wrestle next week too?" Randy asked. "It wouldn't hurt if you just talked instead of wrestled." The doctor replied. "I guess so, but if a miracle happens and I recover earlier can I wrestle." Randy asked like a little kid. "Maybe," The doctor replied. "Well, you seem fine and I think its okay for you to leave fifteen minutes earlier. Will someone pick you up?" The doctor asked. "Vince's jet will bring me back to New York and his driver will take me to the airport." Randy explained. "Okay, take care of yourself, kid." Doc said. "I will," Randy replied.
"Score," John yelled after he scored another point against Randy. They were up on the deck of their penthouse playing tennis, the sport that Randy would usually kick his best friend's ass in but today Randy was getting the beating of a lifetime. Randy caught his breath after running back and forth for that damn green ball. John walked towards the net and waited for Randy to come towards it as well. "Don't get me wrong, Randy, I love the fact that I finally kicked your ass at this preppy rich boy sport but it's weird. What's going on with you?" John asked. It was Thursday and though Randy's body wasn't working like it had used to he was much better than he was Sunday night. "I was beaten by mystery man and gave me three broken ribs." Randy replied. "No, I know I'm not usually this bright but something else is up aside from your injuries." John said suspiciously. "Nothing's up," Randy replied sitting down on the bench and taking a swig of his Gatorade. "Something is, look, I'm your greatest buddy ever you have to tell me. Maybe I can give you advice." John replied. Randy laughed at what John had said. "Shut up, man, I'm trying to help!" John replied. "Dude, fine, I'll tell you what's up."
"Remember when I called you up Tuesday morning and told you about Carmella's visit." Randy said. "Hot girl," John interrupted. Randy glared at John before speaking, "She didn't just get to see my ass or she didn't just get a yelling from me." Randy explained. John gave him a questioning look as Randy stared into the sky. "She kissed me... and I kissed her back." Randy said before looking back at John whose face dropped. "What were you thinking, I mean she's a great looking girl, but what happened to Stacy?" John asked in disbelief. "I know I can't make excuses but... it only lasted for about a few seconds until I realized what I was doing and who I was doing it with. I pulled away from it and she knows I kissed her back. I am afraid she will tell people. I try to tell myself it was an innocent kiss but it was not. I feel really bad and I know I have to explain this to Stacy." Randy replied. "I was wrong Randy; it's not just Stacy who's causing you to turn like this. It's you too." John replied.
AN: Bad Randy, bad boy... please read and review. woooooooo!