Disclaimer: I do not own any of the WWE superstars and along with the mortal fear of being sued, I only lay claim to the story idea and any real life similarities are completely coincidental.

Summary: Randy Orton watches as a new recruit to the RAW locker room has an unfortunate accident and steps in to help her. Will love bloom or are these two superstars only bound together through guilt?

Additional Characters: Shawn, Trish, Paul, Matt, Jeff and Stacy (as Angels on the Other Side) and some others. The main female lead is also a WWE superstar.

Additional Information: Fourth novel in the Love United Series.

A/N: Okay so this is being written on the same night as the last two chapters, and it is being done so that I can take a break tomorrow and all I have to do is post it, LOL this is the easiest way for me to get days off from my writing and from sitting in this damn chair! So thank you to those of you that have reviewed the last two updates and you will soon see where I take this and why he wasn't found right at the end of the last chapter. It's funny how writing one chapter can impact your outlook on the story as a whole. I am actually back into wanting to write this sucker now so enjoy! The other story that I have on the go, for the record is not over, it is just left at a cliffhanger until I write it again.

She ran into the hospital as fast as her cane and her legs could take her. She had been dropped off by the cab only seconds before and as she made her way through the automatic doors, she knew she had found what she wanted.

The scent of his cologne, something if she still had her eyesight she wouldn't have noticed lingered strongly now. He had been there, and she prayed to herself that he still was. She really hoped that he hadn't left the hospital because then he would be almost impossible to find.

"Can I help you miss?" a woman with the voice of a young girl asked politely. It was obvious to anyone that could see that she did this only because there was a cane dangling in front of her.

"Yes you can, can you please tell me if Randy Orton is here or has come by here to check on his father in the last little while?"

"The name doesn't sound familiar but let me go check with the front desk. Why don't I help you over to the chairs so in case I take a little while you don't get tired on your feet?"

Jackie nodded, allowing herself to be lead to where the seating was for visitors waiting to see patients. Her body was still cold with the shock of what Matt had told her and she really hoped she had moved fast enough. The last thing she wanted was for something to happen to Randy right after she had opened up to him about how she felt. But you didn't open up, you just allowed yourself to taste him.

She pushed the voice from her mind as she heard the woman's footsteps getting closer to her and the shadow of her back in the line of vision.

"He was here earlier, I would say about two hours ago. But as soon as he found out that his father wasn't here, he took off running for the door. That is what the other woman on duty just told me."

Jackie sat silently processing everything the young lady had just said. Well if he had been there only two hours before, then that meant he could be just about anywhere. What the hell was she supposed to do now?

"Why don't angels come with better instructions?" she asked herself, not realizing it until too late that she had said it out loud. A blush flushed her cheeks and she moved into the direction of the shadow. "Sorry, don't pay any attention to me; it has been a long night."

"Would you like me to call you another cab miss? To take you home?"

Before she had a chance to answer with a positive response, the cell phone in her pocket rang. Randy had gone ahead and gotten a new phone that would be easier to use. The buttons and numbers were made of Braille. Flipping the top she answered, expecting to hear Randy's voice telling her he was alright after all. What she got instead was a whole other matter.

"Randy is that you?"

"No Jackie this isn't Randy this is Shawn, listen where are you right now?"

"I am at the hospital looking for Randy; he got called out of bed about his father and rushed over here. Why do you want to know where I am Shawn? Is something wrong?"

She could hear Shawn mumbling something quietly on the other end of the line to himself and Jackie thought she heard Randy's name involved in it. 'Shawn what the hell is going on?"

"We got a call at the hotel that there had been an accident. Randy had my number in his jacket from the last time he was in the hospital and it was sent to our room. Jackie he has been hurt and it doesn't look good. We are on our way to County General now."

"Well I am already there so I will see you when you get here." She clicked the phone off after hearing Shawn do the same, and she looked up towards the shadow of the woman that was waiting for her answer.

"My friend has been hurt and they are bringing him here. If you don't mind you can let the call to the cab go, I won't need it."

The shadow moved in a nodding motion and she started to walk away. Before she had a chance to get very far, Jackie called out to her.

"Would you mind showing me where the chapel is?"

A few minutes later and outside of the chapel Jackie heard Shawn talking to what seemed like a Doctor and stood from the altar to her feet. She clicked her way with the cane across the floor until she saw the blur of the light above her head.

"Shawn what the hell happened out there? Is he going to be alright?"

Shawn finished talking to the doctor shaking the man's hand before making his way over to Jackie. Taking her by the hand he led her back inside the chapel, wanting to make this as quiet as possible. He didn't know everything but he knew enough to know that if he didn't tell her, she wouldn't stop until someone else did.

"He ran himself off the road. The police say it looked like he was in such a hurry that he blacked out for a second and by that time he was already in the other lane and it was too late."

She fell back into the little pew behind her, letting what Shawn had just told her sink in. Was it really possible that he was on his way back to her and he had been driven off the road? In the short amount of time she had known Randy, and how fast of a driver he normally was, he never put himself or anyone else in danger. Something more had to have happened here.

"So what do the Doctors say about his recovery? He will recover wont he?"

Shawn let out a little sigh before bowing his head in front of the altar. "No Jackie it is pretty damn bad. On top of all the concussions he had in the ring, this one did him in pretty bad, and it doesn't look all that good. Not to mention in the two hours he sat out there alone without anyone helping him or the other driver, well he lost a lot of blood and no one matches him."

"Well there has to be something that can be done!" She yelled out loudly, almost knocking Shawn off his already unstable feet. "What blood type is he?"

"AB negative." Shawn stated, knowing that it was no use when no one matched his blood type and they had tried a ton of people already. Even the owner of the company didn't match him.

"Oh for crying out loud, get me to the doctor right now Shawn!" she screamed again. "I have the same blood type as him, and yeah as rare as it is, people do have it if you ask around."

Shawn smiled at her lightly as he noticed how flustered she had gotten when she realized that the man she liked shared the same blood type as her. Oh to be young and in love when those things mattered again. He thought to himself before grabbing her by the arm and taking her to where she would then give blood.

If there was anything that could be done now, it was going to be because of Jackie and the blood type that they both shared. Jackie Gayda might not know that Randy loved her yet but she would when all of this was finally over. At least Shawn hoped she would.