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Journey was sitting by herself in the ICU waiting room when Mark and his daughter walked into the room. Seeing the older girl Delaney rushed over.

"Hi Journey. I like your hair. When did you get it cut?"

Journey smiled faintly at the younger girl. "A couple weeks ago. It was getting too long. When do you get your cast off?" She said pointing to the bright pink cast.

"Hopefully next week. It's been three months since the accident and I am so ready to get it off." The young girl replied, frowning at the heavy weight on her arm.

"How's Randy?" Mark asked, coming up behind his daughter.

Tilting her head all the way back so she could see his face Journey answered his question.

"The nurse came out a little while ago. Said he wasn't responding to the antibiotics and that his fever had spiked again this morning. They are changing antibiotics but the nurse said that if he doesn't improve soon there could be a chance he will end up with permanent kidney damage."

"Shit" Mark said becoming quiet. After a few minutes of silence he turned back to her. "How come you're up here all alone?"

"Steph is having some back pain and Paul is at the doctor with her. I am not sure where Dave went. He didn't tell me."

After sending Laney off to find Dave, Mark turned to the pale girl beside him.

"You know if you don't get some rest soon you are going to be in the bed next to Randy."

"At this point I don't really care. At least then I would get to see him." Journey replied tonelessly.

"You know I am not angry with you about your part in this whole stunt. You didn't really do anything, you were just trying to help a friend. But hearing you talk like that I am getting pissed. I am surprised Dave hasn't yanked you out of that chair and marched you home." Mark yelled, his loud voice echoing around the room.

"Dave doesn't care anymore." She got out as sobs built in her chest.

Gathering the frail girl into his arms Mark tried to comfort her. "Dave cares a lot about you and about Randy. He is just confused about some stuff right now. But if you really think that then I want you to tell him what you told me about ending up in the ICU next to Randy."

"I don't think so." Journey said quickly, drying her eyes.

"You don't start taking care of yourself and I'll tell him." He threatened gruffly, while gently rubbing her back.

He continued the motion until her breathing had evened out, indicating she was asleep.

"Are you going to stand there all day?" He called out softly.

"Do you have eyes in the back of your head now?" John Cena responded as he slipped into a chair opposite Mark.

"I wouldn't be throwing out smartass comments boy. You are in enough trouble as it is."

"I didn't do anything. Why are you jumping on me?" John asked surly, not bothering to look at Mark.

"You lied to me boy, and you are using again after you told me you weren't." Mark yelled.

"I am not using. And even if I were it's not your decision to make." John yelled back, wincing as he heard the words come from his mouth.

Mark sprang up from the chair so fast he almost dropped the young girl he still held in his arms. Setting the her down in the chair he grabbed Cena by the elbow and dragged the young man through the doors and out into the wooded area behind the hospital.

Pushing John up against a tree Mark started in on him. "You know when you first came to the WWE you were a punk kid that didn't know anything. I took you under my wing, taught you how to survive and took up for you against others. But it's more than that. We are family. We protect one another and look after each other. Dave and Paul are not going to let Randy get away with this stunt he pulled and I am not going to let you hurt yourself either."

"I don't know. I think you just like to yell." John replied sarcastically.

"I am about two seconds from cutting a switch and using it on you." Mark growled.

"Unlike Randy I still have a father. The position is not open to you." John taunted.

Hurt Mark let go of John and stepped back. "Fine, then lets call him and let him know what's going on."

"Screw you." Was John's reply as he began walking off.

Realizing something was wrong Mark grabbed John by the arm and turned the young man to face him.

"John, you are acting like a juvenile delinquent and that's not like you. What is going on?" He asked softly.

Sitting down with his back against the tree John stared off into space. "I don't know where to start."

"Why don't you tell me what happened with Randy?" Mark suggested.

"That house show we had awhile back in Boston? We went to this club and it got late so I went looking for Randy so we could get out of there. I found him talking to this guy I used to know. They were in the middle of a deal. The thing is this guy is famous for selling bad stuff. You never know what you getting. So on the way back to the hotel I told Randy to get rid of it because even though he said it was speed it was probably a mix of hundreds of things and had the potency of poison. This guy didn't have a lot of repeat visitors."

John stopped and stared off into space for a while. Mark sat by silently. After a couple of minutes John continued. "Randy agreed to ditch the stuff. He explained that he was sick and he needed something to give him energy for meetings and matches. I didn't think a whole lot about it and I didn't want him going to another character like that one guy. So I hooked him up with one of my friends who provided him with some pure stuff."

Turning to Mark he added earnestly, "But I swear Mark that I have not put drugs of any kind into my body in at least seven years."

"I believe you. But that doesn't explain why you were so upset you tried to pick a fight with me."

"Journey has kept me up to date through out the day. I knew how sick he was when he left and I let him go alone. I could have flown back with him. Or I could have told you all what was going on and you would have gone after him that day. Because I was so preoccupied with my own problems my best friend is lying in an ICU."

"Randy is a big boy. He is responsible for his own decisions. You know that so it can't be the only thing bothering you." Mark pointed out.

"Journey called me repeatedly all week for help. But I had some family problems and had turned my phone off. I listened to the messages on the way in. One of them was where she called right after he hit her. She was crying so hard she could hardly talk. In the end the only thing she could say was 'he hit me'. I wasn't there for her."

"Don't worry about Journey. Once Dave gets his head out of his ass he will take care of her. It's what she needs right now." Mark responded.

"Yea, I guess I felt so bad after hearing her cry that I sort of wanted you to beat me up."

John confessed, not looking at the older man beside him.

When Mark remained silent John continued. "I didn't mean what I said, about the father thing. We are a family and I respect you."

"You ever lie to my face again and I will take that switch to you. Understand me boy." Mark answered grinning.

John just laughed as they walked back into the hospital.

Entering the waiting room they found Dave standing at the windows looking out while Paul tried to get an update form the nurse at the desk. John went straight to Journey, who was sitting lifelessly in the same chair Mark had dumped her in.

Pulling her up he informed her of his plans. " Delaney and I are taking you home, where you are going to take a long hot shower so maybe you will look halfway alive and then we are going to get some decent food."

When she started to protest Mark spoke up from behind her. "Don't make me tell Dave what you said earlier."

Shooting him a mean look she reluctantly allowed John and Laney to lead her from the room. Dave turned a questioning look at Mark, who just shook his head.