Same disclaimer as before. Don't own anything. Darn.

Here you go. Sorry it took so long.

Ring, Ring.

"Hello?" Asked a very sleepy voice.

"Journey wake up." A pained voice answered.

"Randy?" Journey Dawson asked as she squinted at the clock. Six am, just great she thought as she rubbed the sleep from her eyes. "What do you want?"

"I need you to pick me up at the airport. I should be landing around nine am." He groaned over the phone.

"Your car is at the airport and I have work. Drive yourself." She responded grumpily, moving to sit on the side of the bed.

"Journey, please I can't drive. I can barely walk. Just come and get me." Randy begged as he shut his eyes against the sun's glare. He wished the person next to him would shut the shade.

"Are you still sick? Why didn't you go to the hospital? Didn't anyone fly home with you?" Journey asked surprised. From what she had seen his evolution buddies would not let him take a step without knowing where he was going.

"Stop interrogating me and just do it." Randy snapped, clicking his phone shut. Just then the plane hit a series of bumps and he had to run to the bathroom.

Journey sat and stared at the phone for a long time after Randy had hung up. Her thoughts flashed back to Friday morning when Randy had left to go to work. He had been having a lot of stomach pain and was having trouble keeping food down. She had urged him to call in sick. Randy had looked at her like she was crazy. It's not possible to call in sick, he had responded. I have storylines depending on me.

So much for him working through it. Journey mused as she got up to call her office.

Three hours later Journey stood in the middle of the airport facing the flight info board. She was trying to figure out which plane her roommate was likely to be on when she felt a tap on her shoulder. Turning around she gasped as she had to almost catch a pale, sweaty Randy.

"Randy, what happened to you?" She asked as she led him to her car.

"Just sick. Take me home, I need to lie down" Randy mumbled barely coherent.

"Why didn't you go to a doctor? Why didn't someone make you?" Journey asked.

"Nobody knew until last night. Left before anybody got up this morning." Randy answered his face a pasty white.

"And you just couldn't ask for help could you." She mumbled under her breath as she helped him to the car. Raising her voice she lectured him as she pulled out of the parking lot. "Randy you have to go to the hospital. You need IV's and medicine or you are going to get worse."

"Journey, just take me home. I cannot take this shit right now." Randy snapped turning to glare at her.

Journey was shocked. Randy hardly ever got mad and raised his voice when he was not on TV. She drove silently for a few minutes thinking. Glancing over she saw that he had fallen asleep. Making a decision she took the next right. Twenty minutes later they had pulled in front of the nearest hospital. Taking a deep breath she turned to the feverish man beside her.

"Randy, wake up. We're here."

"Hhhhhmmm, what?" He mumbled barely opening his eyes.

"Randy, wake up. They are ready for you." Shaking his shoulder she attempted to wake him up again.

"Do me a favor and help me up the stairs." Randy mumbled, opening the door and almost falling out.

"Randy, you are too sick to go home. We are at the hospital. They have a bed you can lie down in." Journey used her sternest voice.

Randy's eyes opened wide and he whipped around to look at his friend. "Take me home or I'll walk home." He threatened.

When she just stared back at him in silence he began walking down the street, stumbling every other step. Journey watched until he fell, banging his head on a pole. Frustrated she drove down to where he had walked to and pushed him into the car. Slamming the door she gunned the engine and took off for home.

2 Days Later

Journey sat on the couch with her head in her hands. She had been up for two days straight worrying about her roommate. He had gone from bad to worse not being able to keep anything down. And he had developed a dangerously high fever. He was also having violent mood swings. Journey had tried repeatedly to get him to go to the hospital and he had violently refused each time. The last time she approached him he had actually punched her and threw her out of the room.

Journey looked down at the phone in her hand. It was Randy's phone and she knew he had the numbers of all his wrestler friends programmed. She was desperate. She could no longer get near him and she knew he was going to die soon if he did not get help. Everything would be a lot easier if Cena was answering his phone since he had some idea what was causing the mood swings. Once again she tried his number and let it ring ten times before she tried someone else's number. She was down to two numbers within a matter of minutes. Just great she thought. The two people who were guaranteed to get mad at both Randy and her and they were the only two available. Where was everyone!

Taking a deep breath Journey closed her eyes and selected a number..

"Hi, I hope I am not disturbing you." She asked when she heard the deep make voice on the other line.

"What's wrong Journey?" Dave asked hearing the tremors in her voice.

"Randy is in trouble and I need help. I can't do it by myself anymore." She cried.

"Okay, listen to me. Are you at home?" Getting her assent he continued. "I'll be there in ten minutes." Dave hung up and raced out the door. The little girl had sounded terrified and that scared him to death.

Eight minutes later he was pounding on the door to Randy's apt. The door was opened by a petite girl with long blonde hair and golden eyes. She also had deep circles under her eyes, a large bruise on one cheek, and a bandage around her left wrist.

"Hi Dave" She said quietly.

"Did he do that to you?" He asked, pointing to her cheek.

"In a way. Why don't you come into the kitchen and I will tell you what is going on."

Dave frowned. He was anxious to see Randy but he nevertheless followed the small girl into the kitchen.

"What do you know about what is going on?" Journey asked as she paced the room.

"I saw him Monday night. He looked like hell, said it had been something he ate."

"It really started two weeks ago. Randy started having some pain in his lower abdomen. He tried to ignore it, saying he had to go to work." Journey informed him, waiting for the blowup.

"Is there a reason he didn't tell anyone?" Dave asked crossing his arms. "And how did he hide it for so long?"

"He didn't want to miss work and he knew you all would make him see a doctor. Anyway Sunday night he turned worse, vomiting and developing fevers. He is refusing any kind of treatment and I know he is not going to last very long if he doesn't get help." She added tearfully.

"You didn't mention the drugs."

Journey's head snapped up in surprise before she recovered and frowned at him.

"I don't know what you are talking about."

"Why did he hit you?" Dave countered, motioning to her injuries.

"He had been moody lately, but I put it off on the fever. High temps can make people delirious." She stated defensively then jumped when there was a crash from above.

"Yea right. So not only does he have a pretty bad infection going on somewhere in his body but he is most likely withdrawing because he hasn't been able to keep his drugs down." Dave stated mostly to himself while Journey stood there squirming.

"Stay down here." Giving her a warning look to obey he walked up the stairs to Randy's room. Opening the door he refused to be shocked by his young friends wasted appearance and strode determinedly to the bed.

"Randy, open your eyes."

Randy slowly obeyed, blinking a couple of times to focus his eyes.

"Okay, you need to get up and get dressed. We are going to the hospital." Dave stated sternly.

Randy didn't change expression, just said no in a surprisingly strong voice and closed his eyes back.

Dave grabbed a hold of the young man and rolled him out of bed. "Maybe you didn't understand. That was not a request it was an order."

"You can't make me go." Randy said as he rolled over on his knees into a sitting position.

"I am older and stronger and with just a couple of calls I can have the whole damn rooster in this room. Now we are going to the hospital and I swear if you refuse treatment while there I will take you across my knees and spank some sense into you. Now get up." Dave finished by jerking Randy to his feet.

"Screw you" Randy snarled, yanking his arm out of Dave's grasp which caused him to lose his balance and hit the floor. Slapping Dave's hand away he struggled to get back to his feet.

Five minutes later he stomped down the stairs, having to check himself on the railing several times. Hearing this Journey rushed over to help him.

"Get away form me you little bitch." Randy pushed her away and stormed out to the car,

"That's it." Dave said as he stormed outside after the younger man, pulling off his belt as he went. Jerking open the door he pulled Randy out and bent him over the hood of the SUV before Randy could form a coherent thought.

Journey stood at the top of the steps in frightened silence as Dave brought the belt down five times in quick succession. Randy, too tired to struggle, laid there seething as tears of pain appeared in his eyes.

"I hear one more word out of you I am going to stop the car and do it again. I don't care if we are in the middle of the damn city."

When Randy turned to look at him before climbing into the back seat there was hate in his eyes.

Unable to think about what that look had meant he turned to Journey. "Car. Now. Please." He stated tiredly. Having seen the look she obeyed quickly and silently, knowing the big man was hurting.