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Shortly they were pulling into the parking lot of St. Chris. Pulling into the ER entrance Dave turned to Journey. "Okay, I am going to drop you two off here. Get him inside and get him seen. I will park and be right in." Turning to Randy he admonished, "You get that Randy. No Bullshit. Remember what I said."

Randy's response was to climb out of the car and slammed the door. His performance was ruined when the act caused him to fall to the ground. Journey got out and quietly offered her assistance. Glaring at her he raised himself up and stalked into the waiting room, where he slumped into a chair breathing hard.

Journey went to the reception desk and signed in. They had to wait only a minute before they were called into triage. Randy resisted going for a couple of seconds but gave in when he saw Dave coming through the door.

Sitting down in triage he waited impatiently as the nurse took vital signs, while answering her questions with one word answers. Journey filled the blanks in, ignoring the look he threw at her.

The nurse looked concerned as she wrote everything down. "Well, he has a high fever and a pulse rate of 160. His blood pressure is also very low. He is very sick."

Journey bit her lip as she wondered if she should tell the nurse about the other things. Before she could make up her mind the nurse had turned and spoken into a phone. Turning back she addressed the petite girl in front of her. "Would you mind going over to those windows and getting him registered? Don't worry he is in good hands."

Journey watched for a minute longer as two orderlies come out and wheeled Randy through a door. Once finished with the paperwork she walked to the chairs in the lobby and sat down. Dave strolled over to her as he finished his phone call. "I called Paul and he is going to get in touch with everyone. Did everything go ok?"

"Yea, they took him straight back. The nurse said someone would come and get us as soon as we are able to go back."

"I doubt he is going to want either one of us back for a long time." Dave said as doubt about his actions asailled him.

Knowing what was going through his head Journey answered him. "Dave you have to understand that Randy is not himself at the moment. When he is feeling better he will understand why you did what you did. He won't hate you."

"We'll see." He said quietly still beating himself up. Slanting a glance at her he asked, "Does that mean you are willing to tell me about the drugs?"

"I don't know what you are talking about." She responded smartly before getting up to make a phone call. Dialing Cena's number she yelled in frustration when once again she got his voice mail. "John we have a big problem. Randy's in the hospital and we are about to get busted." She said before snapping the phone shut and laying her head against the wall.

A half hour later Dave looked up from watching the sleeping Journey to see Paul and Adam walk through the doorway. Motioning for them to be quiet Dave stood and walked over to where they stood.

"She okay?" Paul asked noticing the bruising.

"She is exhausted. I don't think she has slept since Randy got home. Once the doctor updates us I am going to take her back to my place, theirs is a wreck. Other than that, considering what's she's been through she is doing remarkably well."

"What about you, how are you feeling?" Paul asked, noticing the down cast look his friend wore.

Putting his head into his hands Dave related what had happened that afternoon. "I don't really know what happened. I was just so worried about him and so pissed off. I just lost control. He will probably never forgive me." He finished.

Ignoring the astonished look Adam wore Paul comforted his friend. "If drugs are involved like we think they are then he is going to have more to think about than what you did."

"As to that I am pretty sure that she is involved." Dave said pointing to the sleeping girl. "Every time I ask her she gets really flustered and changes the subject."

"You think Randy is on drugs?" Adam asked carefully.

"What do you know about it?" They asked together.

"Not a whole lot. I noticed him taking some pills a couple times last week. I just thought they were prescribed pain pills for something he had injured." Adam replied nervously.

"We hope that is all it is but I doubt it." Paul said as Dave lapsed back into his own thoughts.

It was another hour and a half before a nurse beckoned them into a small conference room. There the Doctor was waiting for them.

"Hello, I am Dr. McCloud. When your friend was brought in he had a high fever and a very fast heart rate. We have given antibiotics, meds to elevate his blood pressure and fluids." He paused to take a breath and Paul jumped in.

"What caused his problem in the first place?"

"It started out with a simple kidney stone that he thought he could pass. However it became lodged and caused an infection. Untreated the infection grew and he now has what we call sepsis or blood poisoning. It is very serious and people have died from it. He will need round the clock antibiotics. Unfortunately for him he has other things going on." He paused to glance down at his papers.

"He is also having some withdrawal symptoms, which I am sure you have noticed. His drug screen showed three things, opiates, benzos, and anaphetamines. His withdrawal is not very serious and had he not been fighting the infection I don't think he would have withdrawn at all. However his withdrawal makes his other situation that much more serious. He will be monitored in the ICU."

"He is serious enough to be in the ICU?" Adam asked confused.

"A complication of sepsis is septic shock, which is basically when the body gives up the fight and that person no longer has a blood pressure. Your friend has come dangerously close to the edge once and even now he is on Dopamine to keep his BP up." After thanking them the doctor left. The nurse lingered behind to say a few words.

"He is refusing visitors right now and ICU has a strict visiting policy. I am sure he will be more receptive when he is feeling better."

Can you tell me what kind of drugs he was taking?" Paul asked.

"Opiates are narcotics, things like morphine, Demerol, hydrocodone. Benzos are sedatives, xanax and ativan. Amphetamines are uppers. The most common being speed." Making sure they had no more questions the nurse slipped out the door.

Once she had left Dave turned to Journey. "What was he taking?" He asked quietly, showing none of the usual sternness.

After looking at him a long time she answered. "It started off with some hydros, vicodin, that he was taking for the pain. He suspected a stone and thought he could pass it. But it wasn't working too well and he couldn't sleep. So he started taking xanax, but just to sleep."

Where did he get them? And what about the third drug?" Journey jumped at the anger in Paul's voice.

"I gave him the pain meds and the xanax. I had them from where I was hurt last year. I don't' know anything about the other stuff." Journey whispered, watching Dave for the explosion.

"You are lying again little one. I suspect Mark will have something to say to Cena when he gets here." Was all Dave said. He did not even turn to look at Journey.

Paul stared at Dave. The big man must be more tore up than I suspected, he thought to himself. Turning to Adam he instructed him to take Journey home. "There is nothing more we can do tonight."

"I don't want to go home. I need to stay here with Randy." She cried, jumping out of the chair.

"Listen here young lady. You need to take care of yourself. Randy didn't and look where he is now. I am not going to have you in the hospital too." Paul said firmly. The young girl looked like she would fall over in a stiff wind.

"I have news for you. I am 21 years old and capable of making my own decisions. The man I love is in an intensive care unit and I am not leaving him."

"She's right Paul. Just let it go. None of us are leaving. We care too much."

Paul stared at Dave in frustration, then sighed in defeat. He knew that Dave was right.