A/N: Here goes another chapter! I only own Sara, so anyone else mentioned owns themselves! Please Review!

All Falls Down…

Sara's POV:

"Noooooooooooo!" I screamed over the noise of the gunshot. I saw John fall backwards, and knew that David had succeeded. I felt my knees give out, and about passed out until David dropped his gun on the ground and caught me.

"You better be careful, wouldn't want to hurt that baby of ours." He said.

"Our baby? You are not the father of this child!" I yelled, pulling out of his grip. What was I going to do now? Maybe Torrie would see David taking me out of the hotel, or maybe someone would come down the stairs, wait! The hotel has surveillance cameras everywhere, even the stairs! Someone was bound to see everything, and I would be saved, and John could get to the hospital! Yea, that would work great! I then looked and saw the gun lying on the ground, a foot away from where I was kneeling.

"Give me your hand." David said, holding a hand out to help me get up. A plan ran through my mind, and I reached out, letting him pull me up. Once I was up, I immeadietly kicked him as hard as I could down where the sun don't shine. I was pretty sure that he'd catch my foot, but he didn't and I watched with a satisfied smile as David lay on the ground writhing in pain. I grabbed the gun, and pointed it at David. I pulled the trigger, but nothing happened. That idiot only had one bullet in the darn gun! I threw the gun back on the floor. I heard John groan, and immediately ran to his side.

"Baby, are you all right?" I asked, already knowing that he wasn't.

"I'm alive, if that counts for anything." John replied holding a hand against his right side.

"Why'd you go and do that? He wouldn't have shot me." I asked, trying to hold back tears.

"I wasn't even gonna risk it." John said, biting his lip.

"You didn't have to do that though. It kills me that you got hurt!" I told him, as I surveyed the scene. There was a growing puddle of blood beside John, and his jersey was stained a dark red. John was hurt bad, even if he wasn't letting on.

"Sara, it would've killed me if you were hurt or killed. We've got to get out of here fast, before that prick can get up again." John said, pushing with his free arm to get up. He let out a hiss of extreme pain, and leaned against the wall.

"John, you shouldn't be moving." I quickly said, getting up in front of him.

"You're right. Sara watch out!" John yelled, pulling me towards him as David lunged at me.

"You little bitch, I wasn't going to hurt you but now I just might!" David growled. He pushed John hard, causing him to fall back onto the floor, and then grabbed my arm, twisting it behind my back.

"Oww, stop it please!" I begged.

"No way. You asked for this." David said, wrenching my arm even harder. I heard a sickening snap, and realized that my arm had been popped out of the socket. I couldn't control myself anymore, and started screaming in pain. David just laughed it off, but then let go. I didn't know why he had stopped, but I soon discovered that John had somehow gotten up, and was now fighting with David on the ground. John was already weak due to the extreme amount of blood that he was losing, but he put up a good fight with David. Sadly, it didn't last for too long. David quickly got the upper hand, and soon John was half unconscious.

"Don't hurt him anymore!" I yelled.

David turned around and started walking towards me again, and I knew that this could be it, the end of my life. I closed my eyes, but then heard the 5 greatest words in my life.

"Freeze, this is the police!" an officer yelled.

Half an hour later, David was being shoved into the back of a cop car, Haley had been zipped up in a body bag, all while John was being lifted into the back of an ambulance. The EMT's wouldn't let me in the back, so Torrie and I had to follow behind.

"Torrie, thank you." I said.

"I thought something was wrong when you didn't come back down, plus I had seen those two walk in. I went inside, and then the hotel manager saw the whole struggle on the stairs, we both ended up calling the cops. Are you ok?" Torrie blurted out.

"Not really. My husband got shot and then beat up, my arm is dislocated, but at least my baby's ok, I think." I said, feeling numb. I looked down at my shirt and realized that I had John's blood all over myself. I began to sob uncontrollably.

"Sara, you need to calm down. It's not good for the baby." Torrie said, trying to calm me down.

"I can't…sniffle…John didn't deserve that…Hiccup…all my fault." I said, barely audible.

"This isn't your fault, you didn't ask for any of this. John knew what he was doing when he came down there, he knew that he was going to get shot. Plus, he didn't die!" Torrie said, trying to cheer me up.

"I know, I guess I should call his family, they might want to know." I said, attempting to recompose myself long enough to call the families.

"That's probably a good idea." Torrie replied, turning into the hospital parking lot.

I had called John's parents, and had just gotten off the phone with my mom. I sat down in the ER waiting room, and started crying again. I felt so cold and alone, even though Torrie was right there with me. It had been two hours since we had got here, and I still hadn't heard from the doctors yet. My right arm had been put back into place, and was limply hanging in a sling.

"Sara…" I heard a familiar voice say. I looked up and saw an upset Randy Orton standing beside me.

"Randy!" I said, standing up, as he wrapped his arms around me.

"Everything's gonna be alright, John will be fine!" Randy assured me.

"I hope you're right." I replied. "What are you doing here?"

"I was originally coming here to help you guys move into your new house, but I guess those plans have changed." Randy replied stepping back from me. "Hey Torrie."

"Hi Randy. Sara, I'm going to go to the cafeteria and grab something for us to eat. I'll be back!" Torrie said, leaving Randy and me alone.

"I can't shake the sight of John getting shot out of my brain. It just keeps replaying over and over again in my head. Plus, the baby hasn't stopped kicking since this we got to the hospital. It's like she knows what's going on." I told Randy.

"I could feel her kicking when I hugged you. That's a cool feeling!" Randy replied, rubbing my belly.

We sat down, and half an hour later a doctor came out asking for a Mrs. Cena.

"That's me, right here." I said, getting up.

"Ok, mind if I speak to you in the room to your right?" the doctor asked.

"Uh, no problem. I'll be right back Randy." I said, reluctantly following the doctor into the room.

"You sure you want to go in there alone?" Randy asked, looking a little scared.

"Yea, I'll be ok." I said before entering the room. "How is he doing doctor?"

"You might want to sit down Mrs. Cena." The doctor began to say as he shut the door.

Randy's POV:

I was impatiently waiting for Sara to come back out and give me the condition of my best friend. This was taking too long, what if he is dead or dying? My questions would soon be answered when I saw a very upset Sara walking out the door.

"Is he ok?" I asked.

"Randy… He's, he's…" Sara tried to say as she began crying again and leaned against my chest. Oh no, John couldn't have died, could he?

A/N: Dun dun dun! What's gonna happen now? Sorry to leave y'all hanging! I'll try to update soon!