Friends in Need Part one.
"Hey Randy, are you feeling okay? You look king of pale." Dave asked as he walking in t the locker room to find his young friend slumped over in a chair.
"Yea, just a virus or something. I'll be fine. We have a week off so I can get plenty of rest." Randy replied, breathing deeply to keep the nausea at bay. He didn't want Dave to see how sick he really was.
"How long has it been going on?" Dave asked, shocked by the glimpse he had gotten of Randy's eyes. They seemed glassy and unfocused. He was reminded of some of the other wrestlers who were really into drugs. He had seen Jeff Hardy's eyes look exactly like Randy's did and that scared him. With the fame and fortune the young man had experienced in the last couple of years and having no father to guide and advise him, Randy was susceptible to what drugs offer. Dave, Paul, and some of the older wrestlers had teamed up to provide that father figure and to keep the young man on the straight and narrow.
"Came on suddenly a little while ago. Might be the fish we had for lunch." Randy answered Dave's question as another cramp took his breath away.
"Randy, have you taken anything to make you feel better?" Dave asked wanting to see if Randy would admit his quilt.
"Nah, don't need anything but some rest." Randy leaned his head back with his eyes closed, wishing his friend would go away.
"Listen, I told Paul I would meet him at the hotel. Why don't I give you a ride there and you can hit the sack." Dave said, thinking he could continue the interrogation in the car.
Randy thought abut the offer for a minute. He honestly did not think he could drive himself. "Ok."
Dave watched with narrowed eyes as Randy climbed unsteadily out of the chair. He had to stand a minute to get his balance before grabbing his bag and walking down the hall. Following slowly behind Dave noticed the frequent stops his friend had to make to catch his balance.
"Hey Randy, do you need some help? You seem kind of unsteady." Dave asked concerned.
"Would you just leave me the hell alone." Randy snapped in a demeanor that was completely opposite of his fun loving self. Shocked by this Dave kept silent the rest of the way to the car.
Once they were underway Dave attempted to bring the subject up only to find that Randy had already fallen into a fitful sleep.
Just as well, Dave thought to himself, I really need to talk with Paul first. Upon reaching the hotel he stood by silently as Randy went through the same, slow, clumsy motions as before.
Walking into the bar area of the hotel Dave spotted his friends and walked over.
"Whoa, check out Mr. Serious." Shawn stated motioning in the direction of Dave.
"Hey man, what's wrong? Last time I noticed you looking this grim was when Delaney was missing." Mark asked, referring to his daughter, who idolized Dave.
"I don't know. Kind of confused. We may have a big problem on our hands." Dave sat down at the table and glanced at his friends.
"What ever the problem is we will deal with it." Paul tried to reassure his friend, whose bleak expression was worrying him. "Where's Randy?"
"Randy is our problem." Dave signed and started his story. "I stopped by the locker room before leaving the arena and he was there. Sitting in a chair and looking like hell. Said he had a virus or food poisoning. But I don't remember him eating a whole lot of anything today. And when I looked at him, his eyes, it looked like he was on some major drugs. I asked him if he had taken anything. He denied it but he could hardly walk to the car. And then he got really hostile, something I have never seen Randy do."
"Where is he now?" Paul asked, now as grim and angry as Dave was.
"Upstairs, I practically had to carry him to his room." Dave shook his head thinking about it.
"Would he dare get into drugs? He has to know that everyone of us would kick his ass form here to Russia." Mark stated signaling the waitress for another round.
"Maybe he was telling the truth and he really is sick." Shawn threw in.
"That's possible, but even sick he was acting really strange. I just never pictured him into drugs." Dave answered.
"He's young and famous. Drugs look awful tempting. It's hard to thing about consequences at his age." Shawn spoke up, trying to be the voice of reason.
"Well he really should have thought about the consequences because he is certainly going to feel them." Paul stated angrily shoving his chair back.
"It wouldn't do you any good to go now, Paul, or else I would have already started. He's passed out." Dave advised his friend.
"Ok, first thing in the morning the four of us go and confront him." Shawn's reasoning seemed logical so the four continued their night, each thinking about their responsibility.
Next morning
"Okay, we need a game plan. If we all barge in there and accuse him he is going to clam up and become resentful." Shawn cautioned his friends as they stood outside Randy's room.
"How about this for a game plan. We storm in there and start knocking some sense into him." Paul stated angrily. Dave stood at the back of the group with his arms folded across his chest. He was nodding is complete agreement.
"Before we bust his butt, which we will do, we need to find out who gave him the drugs so we can put a stop to it." Mark spoke up.
"How about we just go in to see how he's feeling first." Shawn revised his voice trying to capture the others' attention.
Hearing the raised voices outside the room John Cena opened the door to investigate. He came face to face with four very angry and determined men. Eyes open wide he asked, "Can I help you with something?"
"Where's Randy?" Mark asked, slapping his hand to he door so John could not shut it.
Oh shit, thought John, I am in for it now. "He's not here."
"Care to explain that?" Paul asked, walking closer so that he was leaning over the younger man.
"Woke me up this morning, said he had to go home. Asked if I would drive him to the airport." John replied backing into the room.
"What item was this?" Dave asked as he paced around the room.
"Like five man. I jumped onto him for waking me up." John held up his hands. "All I did was drive him."
"Was he acting normal?" Shawn asked form his position in the doorway.
"Not really. He dept breathing funny and he couldn't walk straight." John tried to defend himself from the four pair of eyes trained on him.
"Have you ever noticed Randy using drugs or acting funny? For that matter have you been using?" Mark asked the young man as he watched through narrow eyes.
John swallowed nervously. "Now you know Mark, that I experimented in high school and got into a lot of trouble. I am determined not to touch the shit. As for Randy I have never even seen him look at the stuff."
"Okay, but I find out different and your butt's going to in a sling. Understand me boy?" Mark growled.
"Yea" John replied half resentfully.
"So, there is nothing else we can do here. We all have the next week off. But I want you two to promise me something." Shawn stated pointing at Paul and Dave. "You are not to confront him by yourself. I don't want you two doing something you will end up regretting."