Chapter 14: Urgency (Randy's POV)

A/N: Finally, a new chapter is up! Quite a lot has past since I last updated...shame about the recent Randy heel turn (to think I was already loving that he and Stacy were together onscreen. Oh well). Not much happens here in Chapter 14 save for one pivotal moment, but I hope you enjoy it anyway!

Love lots,

Cold-Zephyr

Chapter 14: Urgency (Randy's POV)

Well now, how did I get here?

All my friends are in attendance, as well as my buddies from the locker room, my parents are here, and so are a bunch of other people. There's a group of girls I don't know, too. Lita's among them, so I guess that would be Stacy's circle of friends. Everybody's dressed up all fancy (I'm wearing a tuxedo) and they're buzzing excitedly. We're all inside what seems to be a really big church, with sun pouring in through the several large glass windows. And I'm standing in front of…a priest?

I'm about to ask aloud where the hell I am and what I'm doing here, but then I see a vision through the large doorway that takes my breath away.

Stacy.

She's more beautiful today than I've ever seen her, dressed in a white silk gown with a large bouquet of flowers in her delicate hands. Everybody stood up and watched her gracefully make her way down the aisle towards me. If I didn't know any better, I'd say this was a wedding, but again: how did I get here?

Despite the absurdity of this all, I can't help but smile at her; then again, could any man help but smile at the woman he loves?

I opened my mouth to whisper to her, "I love you, Sta"

But then I find myself shoved to the floor by someone behind me. Who on earth would have the gall to ruin such a perfect moment? I glanced up to see a big, burly man dressed quite similarly as yours truly, and grimaced upon recognizing his harsh features.

"And what the fuck are you doing here, Tyson?"

It seemed he didn't hear me, because his greedy eyes were fixated on Stacymy Stacy. "Love ya, babe," he said, grinning, as he took her hands in his. She trembled. I could feel the blood boil under my skin.

A tear rolled down Stacy's cheek as she looked towards me and whispered three words…

"Time's running out."

"FUCK!"

I sat bolt upright, screaming, beads of sweat trickling down the sides of my face. And when I opened my eyes, I noticed that everybody was gone. No Stacy. No Tyson. No friends or family. This was a hospital room, not a church. A dim light barely assisted the moon in illuminating the room. I looked down and saw that instead of a tuxedo, I was wearing a hospital gown.

"Holy shit, Randy, you're awake!" yelled a familiar gruff voice, and before I knew it, Chris had burst in through the door and was now hugging me to a pulp.

"Good to see you too, Chris," I squeaked in reply, barely able to breathe. A few minutes passed as I took in everything around me, happy to be finally be alive, conscious and breathing once again, when I spotted something gold glimmering from where Chris had sat. "Hey, what's that?"

"Won it from Trips a couple of weeks ago," he replied with a grin.

"Awesome! Wish I coulda been there to cheer you on."

I was having difficulty speaking since, being comatose, I hadn't spoken in quite a while. Gathering all my strength, I hobbled over to the side table in the room and got a glass of water. "So how long was I out?"

"About two or three weeks."

"Damn."

Silence came upon us. I knew what I really wanted to ask since the moment I opened my eyes. No use beating around the bush, is there? I took a deep breath, and…

"Where's Stacy?"

His expression turned somewhat sad. "Well, I think she's at her apartment right now…"

"How's she doing?"

"Fine, I think."

"Does she miss me?"

He nodded. "Told me so herself."

I sat back, feeling a little bit better. I breathed deeply before looking him in the eye and asking, "Is there anything else I oughta know?"

Chris glanced down and twiddled his thumbs. "Well, I don't know if I should say it, you might go into a coma again…"

"Say it," I growled.

"Alright, well, the higher-ups scrapped your storyline with Stacy and put her in a new love angle that starts tomorrow…"

I could feel my hands balling into fists at my sides. "With who?" I inquired through gritted teeth.

"Tyson Tomko." Chris avoided my eyes completely.

Various scenes from the latter part of my dream flashed through my head.

I didn't know whether to laugh or cry; I did know, however, that I had to do something about it.

"And this is okay with her?"

His eyes looked back at me. "Well, to say she was depressed would be sort of an understatement."

The sight of her tear-stained face appeared in my mind, again whispering the words "Time's running out."

I jumped up. I would've run out the door and stolen somebody's car to speed away and save Stacy, but Chris grabbed my wrist and stopped me from even leaving the bed. "Not so fast, cowboy."

"You do know that I'm not gonna take this lying down."

"Of course not," he replied. "You wouldn't be Randy Orton if you did. But I don't think suddenly running out of the hospital and saving your princess in that stupid-looking hospital gown would be the best way to go, do you? I think that'd just land you in the loony bin."

I slowly sat back down, still looking out the open door. "You're right."

Chris pulled up a chair and sat down near my bed. "But tell me, Randy, honestly: Do you love her?"

I couldn't be surer of anything.

A/N: With the first day of Stacy's new angle less than one day away, how can Randy possibly rescue her from Tyson Tomko? Find out in the fifteenth and final installment of They Stuck Me With You!