Sand and Water
Disclaimer: I own no one except Rhiannon. The rest of the characters are property of the WWE
Warning: You may need a tissue!
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The day John Cena realized his husband was never coming home was the worst day of his life.
Randy had always been there. He had seen John at his worst. He had seen John at his best.
Now, Randy was constantly at his worst.
The strong scent of disinfectant smothered him. Each step he took echoed down the deserted hallway of the Oncology Ward. The mint green paint, meant to cheer people up, mocked him.
This was not a cheerful place.
"Rand?" John asked, slowly entering the room.A sob caught in his throat, catching sight of Randy's still form.
"Hey,C" Randy mumbled weakly. His eyes were dazed and glassy, showing no hint of that familiar twinkle. His eyes, once so full of life, now showed nothing. His spirit, his will to live was gone. John knew it was also a side effect of Randy's Morphine.
Randy had always been a lively man. He loved life and lived to the fullest. That is until he was struck down by Testicular Cancer.
Randy, always a fighter, had fought a valient battle. He wanted to live, not for himself, but for John and their young daughter.
As much as John tried to remain optimistic, he knew Randy was never coming home. The love of his life was dying.
"How are you feeling?" John asked, stroking Randy's hand.
"Shitty. How's um,um Rhiannon?" Randy asked, referring to their four-year-old daughter.
"She's with Trish and Chris. Rand, do you want to say good-bye to her?" John questioned. Many nights, he stayed up, struggling with the question. Should Rhiannon be allowed to say good-bye?
"Yes. I want to see our little girl... one last time," Then, Randy fell into a Morphine induced slumber.
John watched Randy sleep. Questions raced through his mind. Would seeing Randy like this scar Rhiannon for life? Could her innocent mind handle seeing 'Papa' like this? Could she really be expected to understand?
"Excuse me!" John called, as a nurse walked in to check Randy's vital signs.
"Yes, John, right?"
"Yeah.. Can our four-year-old daughter visit him? We want her to be able to say good-bye," John murmured. The nurse nodded.
"Children aren't really allowed on the ward, but I'll make an exception. Make sure she stays quiet. My father died when I was little, and I never got the chance to say good-bye. It's important," the nurse said.
John grasped Randy's limp hand.So much had passed through these hands. He had been the first one to hold Rhiannon.
Isn't she beautiful, C?
Of course, Rand,
'C', John was always 'C'. He vaguely understood, but there was no explaining Randy.
John picked up the hospital phone and dialed Chris Irvine's phone number. He had to check on Rhiannon.
"Hello?" It was Trish, Chris' wife and she sounded concerned.
"Trisha, it's John,"
"How's Randy?"
"He doesn't have long. Can you bring Rhiannon to the hospital?"
"Of course! Give me half an hour,"She hung up.
John turned his attention back to Randy. He hated seeing his husband like this. Then, the words of Randy's vows filled his memory.
I, Randy, take thee John as my life partner. You make me whole. You make me the man I've become. You-
John couldn't bare to remember anymore. Randy had been so healthy.
Now, he was forced to watch the soul of his lover part from his body.
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In another review, I was asked about my M/M slash. I decided to give it a try.
Hope you enjoyed it!
JenLea
Three reviews gets chapter two up.
PREVIEW: Randy and John reminisce and Rhiannon visits.
