Close to You

Divine Help

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Randy found himself pushed out of the room. Doctors and nurses were frantically trying to get John's heart rate back.

"He's going to be fine," Trish said, uncertainly. The fear was prominent in her voice. Randy could tell she was just as worried about losing him. After all, that was definitely a true possibility.

"How do you know?" Randy snapped. He definitely found himself getting more agitated. Why didn't someone tell him something? What was going to happen to the love of his life?

"I don't know," Trish admitted, tears beginning to spill from her eyes. "We have to have faith. That's all we can do,"

Randy wandered aimlessly through the hospital. He could sense the death around him. Was he destined to join the mourning families?

The chapel called out to him. Shaking violently, Randy reached out and opened the door. Could he go in? He had sworn off religion years ago, after his father had disowned him.

"I can do this," he murmured, shaking his head. "I can do this," Silently, he entered the chapel.

The air was perfumed with the thick scent of incense. Stained glass windows allowed little light in. Randy shivered involuntarily. He hadn't willingly entered a church in a while.

"Father?" he asked, seeing the priest. The elderly man glanced up. Seeing Randy, he stood up and silently moved toward him.

"Yes, My Son?" he asked, in a deep cracked voice. Randy could hear every breath the man took. It was obvious the priest was wheezing.

"I need to pray, but I haven't in a while." Randy said. "Will God listen to me, despite having turned my back on my religion?"

"Yes, My Son. I sense you need a miracle," he said. Randy nodded slowly.

"My significant other may be dying. I need him to survive. I need him to live!" Randy exclaimed. The priest sighed.

"Take my hand." He said. Randy took his hand. "Dear Father, Heal this man's love. He will need him for reasons unbeknownst to him. Watch over them. Amen."

"Amen," Randy echoed, finding the priest's prayer to be slightly odd. What could he say?

"Go," The priest said. Randy got up and feeling strangely better, literally ran up to the ICU.

Trish was standing outside the room. Tears were pouring down her face. Randy's breath caught in his chest. This was it. The news he had been dreading. John must be dead.

"Randy!" she squealed. "It's a miracle!" Coming up to her, he was stunned to see John was sitting up in bed and talking to the doctor.

"What the…?" Randy's voice trailed off. Trish pushed him into the room. Randy was dumbfounded. John had literally been near death. How had this happened?

"Randy?" John rasped, his voice seeming deeper than usual. Randy nodded slowly.
"Mr. Cena, you gave me quite a scare!" Randy exclaimed, struggling to keep together. "I thought I had lost you forever!" John shook his head.

"It takes more than getting stabbed to bring me down." He said. Randy nodded. Then, he couldn't hold it back.

He began to cry. Nothing else mattered. Everything else in the world seemed minor, when you came so close to losing the one you love.

"Don't cry." John said, softly. "Don't cry. An old man brought me back to this world."

"You're right." Trish confirmed. "The doctor was a little older,"

"That wasn't it," John said. "He was a …priest,"

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I'm back…kind of. I don't have a computer at the present moment and can only post during school in either my engineering or computer class. I'm sitting in Engineering right now. All I can say is this.

When it comes to Class Schedules, bitchy guidance counselors suck!

Enjoy the returning chapter of Close to You!

-Jen