Chapter 04: Crashing Down

Ring! Ring!

"Argghhh!!!" Randy groaned.

Ring! Ring!

He covered his head yet again with a soft pillow.

Ring! Ring!

"Geez!" he exclaimed, answering the ringing telephone. "Hello?!"

"Good morning, sir. Sorry to interrupt. But is this the hotel room of Mr. Randy Orton?" a voice asked through the other line.

"Uhhh...yeah. This is he. May I ask who's calling?" he inquired, sitting up and rubbing the sleep out of his eyes, trying to stifle a yawn.

"Sir, this is Officer Ian Johnson from the local police department." He informed. "Sir, does Ms. Stacy Keibler happen to be your girlfriend?" the police asked.

Upon hearing her name, Randy jumped up. "Yeah! Yeah, she is. Why?! What happened?"

"Sir, I'm afraid we have some bad news—"

The moment Randy heard those seven words...he knew his perfect world came crashing down.

"What?!? What the hell happened?!? Where is she?!?"

"Sir, she was on her way back to the hotel, I presume when out of nowhere, a speeding pick-up truck hit her side of the vehicle. Apparently, the driver was drunk and was not following the traffic lights at all. He was completely unharmed. But your girlfriend, sir. She's—"

"What the f--- happened to her?! Where the f---ing hell is she?!"

"Sir, she was unconscious and was rushed to the nearest hospital."

Randy tried his best to remain calm. "What hospital?" he asked.

"Jacksonville Hospital, sir."

"I'll be right there." he said, hanging up that instant.

Hurriedly washing his face, brushing his teeth, putting on a pair of jeans and a plain white shirt, he quickly grabbed his car keys, cellphone and wallet before rushing to his rental car and driving off to the hospital.

"Hello? Hello, Amy?" he dialed the redhead's number. "It's Randy. Stacy got into an accident and I'm on my way to the Jacksonville Hospital. Tell Trish and the others. She got hit by a f---ing pick-up truck who was speeding. The f---ing driver was drunk and wasn't following the traffic lights. She's unconscious right now and that's all I know. Please...just be in charge of telling the rest, okay? Thanks. Bye."

And with that, he hung-up, placing his cellphone back inside his pocket and driving twice as fast as before.

Reaching the hospital, he rushed towards the nurse on deck and immediately asked for Stacy Keibler.

"Sir, she's still in the emergency room. You may wait there." The nurse pointed out to a waiting bench right beside the said room.

"No, I want to see her NOW." Randy dictated, closing his fists so tight that his nails were already digging into his palm.

"I'm sorry, sir. But you have to wait for the doctors to come out and inform you of her condition. Visitors are not allowed inside the emergency room when the patient's condition is critical."

"Critical?!? Her condition is fcking critical, dammit! You have to let me in and see my girlfriend!"

"Randy!" a voice behind him called out as he found Amy, Matt, Trish, Jeff, Hunter, Chris Jericho and Batista rushing over to him.

"How is she?" Amy asked through swollen eyes. Apparently, she and Trish had already been crying.

Randy fought back the urge of crying as well with tears threatening to spill from his baby blue eyes. "She's in a critical condition." He whispered, his voice cracking.

Hunter wrapped an arm around his friend, leading him towards the waiting benches and letting him sit down. "She'll be fine, Randy." He assured, patting the younger man's back. "She'll be fine."

Randy leaned his head back on the wall, closing his eyes. "I hope."

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A/N: Awww...please review!!! :-(