Once arriving at the hospital, Roxy was whisked away from Randy's reach.

'What the hell happened?' Randy kept asking himself over and over again in his head. He knew he would never forget he deathly pale white skin, shocked with glistening deep red blood oozing out of her side. It made Randy feel sick. He even began thinking it would have been safer for her at ringside rather than her staying in the locker rooms on her own. Every time something good happened to him, something bad happened to her or vice versa. He would never forgive himself if Roxy died, not ever.

Shawn returned into the Relatives room. He looked at his younger friend sat in a daze, lost in his own insane thoughts. HBK knew he would have felt exactly the same way if it had been his wife or in Roxy's case, girlfriend.

"Randy, is there anything you need?" Shawn asked sympathetically.

"The only thing I want I can't have, and it's all my fault!" Randy wailed.

"Don't ever think like that!" Shawn demanded, sitting next to Randy and holding him close to him "It's not your fault."

"What happens if..."

"If what?"

"She dies."

"She won't. You can't go through life thinking about ifs and buts, you just can't. All that matters is how you reacted at that time and how you have to learn from your mistakes."

"I told her to stay in the back until the match had finished. I didn't think this would happen..."

"None of us did."

"Who found her?"

"I did. I went to her locker room to tell her you'd won and I got not answer. I broke the door down before finding her..."

Tears began spiking HBK's eyes like daggers. He hated seeing people suffer and he hated lives being ruined because of it.

"What...what about the baby?" Randy questioned.

"I don't know." HBK responded as Randy went and stood near the window, looking dopily at the night sky.

They stood and sat in silence for ages. The same thoughts whirring around Randy's fragile head 'Why couldn't it have been me?' he pondered.

"Is there anything you need?" Shawn asks Randy again.

"No, thanks. You know, Roxy was the first girl I ever loved. Sure there had been many more before her but she...she's the one. She's the only girl I've ever felt comfortable enough around to be myself. Roxy, she's just herself, you know? She's not pretending to be anything she's not. She's so natural, so determined. She loves music, all of the stuff I like too. She's the only girl that knows all of the lyrics to Stair Way to Heaven..." Randy trailed off, realising what he had just said. Shawn moved closer to his young friend, willing to listen to his words. Randy began smiling to himself before speaking again.

"Everything with her seemed so natural, so easy. Nothing felt like it was forced. The relationship always felt 50/50..."

"And it doesn't have to end now." Shawn stated, looking at Randy's tear stained face. While the Legend Killer was up on that stage, he acted like he owned the whole world, like nothing could touch nor hurt him. Yet beneath that, was a sensitive, bewildered young man trying to find his way through the mists of life by any way possible. Shawn had been there, done that and got the t-shirt several times over. Just as he was rising, a part of him was falling into the depths of unknown. It brought harrowing memories to the Showstopper ones in which he wished not to rekindle.

"Everything will be fine, you'll see." Shawn promised.

"You really think so?"

"I know it." Shawn said.

"You know, when she was little, you were her favourite WWE Superstar, infact I think you still are."

"Really?"

"Yeah at her home in England, she has a whole wall of your pictures on it."

"Wow, dedicated!" Shawn smiled slightly, trying to lighten the mood.

Just then, one of Roxy's doctors walked onto the room...

"Mr Orton?"

"Yes? How's Roxy and the baby?" Randy asked instantly.

"I'm so sorry..."