Dave sat in the passengers seat and shut the door
"Randy you can't be serious?" Dave asked
"You going to give me the car keys or not" Randy said stubbornly
"No, Orton He's not wroth this."
"Dave he hurt Ali for all we know she could be dieing, and I'm not going to let him get away with this. Dave just take me to Ali's hotel I won't kill him,"
"Promise me" Dave snapped
"I promise"
Dave jumped into the driver's seat and Randy jumped into the back, and they made there way to Ali's hotel.
They pulled up out side the hotel, there were no sign of the cop anywhere
"You think she called them?" Dave asked
Randy shrugged, "Stay here I'll be back"
"Randy wai…" but before Dave could finish what he was, going to say Randy was out the car and up the step towards the golden doors of the majestic hotel. He hurried across the lobby trying so hard not to drop the knife that was hidden up his sleeve, he called the elevator and started to tap his foot impatiently, and muttering to him self "come on" The doors pinged open and Randy hurried inside and pressed the button for Ali's floor. As the elevator shaft creaked and groaned as it slowly made its advance up, it finally came to a halt at Ali's floor, the doors opened and he was greeted by Stacy who looked worried.
"Where is he?" Randy asked her in a low voice as he stepped out the elevator,
Stacy pointed to Ali's room "The cops are on there way" she whispered
"Ok, now Stacy listen to me, don't come in I don't want you getting hurt, just stay here at all times"
"But…"
"No buts, don't follow me," he told her, he turned his back on her and walked down the hall and coming face to face with the semi opened door leading to Alicia's hotel room he pushed it open, to see Mike hunched over a suitcase obviously packing, Randy shook his arm and the knife fell into his hand. Mike raised his head and saw Randy standing there
"Hello Mike" And Randy punched him hard across the face, so hard the Mike spun a whole 180 degrees and landed face first on his suitcase, which the contents of it were thrown across the room.
"Though you got away did you," Randy said standing over him as he tried to get to his feet "You're a pathetic waste of space," he said kicking him and he slid to the floor, his face a mess cuts and bruises all over the place
"Bite me Orton," he croaked and kicks Randy hard in his knee, which makes Randy drop the knife. Mike scrambled to his feet to get the knife but just before he could reach it, Randy kicked the knife away from him. Mike got to his feet wobbled a little but strikes Randy hard across the head with a knock out punch, Randy lies on the floor motionless for a while, he can feel the warmth of his blood trickling down his forehead and dripping off the end of his nose. He rolled on his back to see Mike standing over him with the knife in his hand
"Oh how the mighty have fallen, see you in hell Orton"
Mike grasped the knife in his hand and raised it over Randy's chest, when a blue blur tackled Mike to the ground, Randy sat up to see to police officers holding Mike down to the ground pulling his arms back and handcuffing them in place. He felt someone wrap there arms around him. He looked to see a mass of blond hair
"Stace I'm fine"
She looked up her brown eyes filled with tears
"It's over now" Randy put his arms around Stacy
"You all right sir" said the female police officer "You may want to get that injury checked out, and we need you down the station some time for questioning"
"Will do, thanks," Randy said as the police officer helped him to his feet
"All in a days job sir" she said "Come on Joey lets get this creep down to the station" she ordered, and the fellow police officer grabbed Mike by the hand cuffs and the scruff of his collar and lead him out the room.
Randy sat on the edge of the bed as he watched Stacy running around getting all of Ali's things together, when Dave burst into the room looking concerned. He looked at Randy who was still partly bleeding
"Whoa, you ok man?" Dave asked
Randy nodded
"What's the matter Dave?" Stacy asked
Dave lowered his head and shut the door behind him
"Its not grate news guys"
"What's wrong? Is it Ali? Is she ok?" Randy questioned getting to his feet
"Remember when Trish handed them medical questions to Trish, he got all concerned and ran off. Well it turns out that they were low Ali's blood type, they gave her all that they had left but it wasn't enough, they ran out of her blood type well there low on any type of blood. And if she doesn't get a transfusion she'll… die"
Stacy stood there with one of Ali's blouses in hand shocked; Randy sat staring at his feet,
"How long left till she…" Randy asked croakily
"5 hours give or take a minuet," Dave said
"What blood type is she maybe one of us has it" Stacy added
"I think Paul said AB positive," Dave answered
Randy looked up from his feet and wiped the blood of his forehead, and stared at the blood on his hands. And then he realized. His blood. AB positive.
"That's me," he said quietly "I have AB positive,"
"Are you sure Randy?" Dave asked
"Yes!" he shouted, "Come on guys lets get to the hospital."