Randy walked into the plain room and sat down. She was right, the seats weren't that comfortable! The relative rooms brought back painful memories for Randy...
Flashback, Survivor Series 2004, when Roxy got stabbed:
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..."
"NO ROXY CAN'T BE DEAD, SHE JUST CAN'T!" Randy screamed.
"Roxy isn't dead. However, we don't think the baby has survived. Once Roxy wakes up, we will do a ultrasound scan of her stomach just to check but I'm afraid there is only a 20 chance of success with the baby's life." The doctor frowned.
"What...what about Roxy?" Randy asked nervously, not quite sure if he wanted to hear the answer.
"Roxanna, well, she lost about 5 pints of blood. We are in the process of giving her blood transfusions to help her with the loss."
"Will...will she live?"
"Yes there is a good chance she will make a full recovery. At the moment, she is on extremely strong painkillers that will keep her sleeping through tonight and possibly all through tomorrow if needed."
End of Flashback.
That night was to shadow Randy for the rest of his life. Deep down, he knew that their baby would be dead. He just couldn't find it inside himself to confront it.
Then, Roxy's present doctor walked into the room...
"Mr Richards?"
"Ummm yes?" Randy said, shaking his hand. He'd nearly forgotten who he was meant to be. "How's my sister?"
"Roxanna, well, do you know what happened?"
"No."
"Well, she apparently fell down a flight of concrete stairs."
"Is she ok? When did this happen?"
"A few days ago. She's conscious if that's what you mean. She has broken a few of her ribs which are causing her problems at the minute and a few cuts and bruises. Nothing internally is wrong. She should be able to go back home tomorrow. She's just visiting, right?"
"Yeah. Can I see her?"
"Of course. I'll get the receptionist to take you in a few minutes."
"Thank you doctor." Randy said gratefully, shaking his hand once again. "Can I see her in a minute, I need to ring Mom."
"Sure, that's not a problem."
Randy went outside and sighed a sigh of relief. 'Thank God.' he thought, dialling Lita's mobile number...
"Lita?"
"Hi what happened?"
"Well, she says she fell down a flight of concrete stairs. She's been in hospital for the past few days. She's got a few cracked ribs and cuts and bruises. Nothing too serious, thankfully. She should be able to go home tomorrow."
"So you've seen her?"
"No I'm only telling you what the doctor has said. I'm going to see her now..."
"Thanks Randy, call me later, yeah?"
"Sure, bye." Randy said as he walked back inside the hospital to see his beloved Roxanna.
Randy walked back inside the hospital only to find the receptionist awaiting his return.
"Are you ready to see her?"
"Yeah, as ready as I'll ever be." Randy smiled lightly.
"You know, you remind me of someone."
"Really, who?" Randy asked as he walked beside her down the corridor.
"I can't quite place the name to the face..." she muttered, putting a code into the security device.
Eventually, they found Roxy's room. A nurse was waiting for Randy...
"Ok, just a word of warning, be careful what you say, she's a little touchy at the minute."
"No different to usual!" Randy tried to joke.
"Ha, you guys! She's been ever so brave, she hasn't cried once, well not that I've seen..."
"That's my brave Roxy." Randy smiled.
The nurse suspected that they were more than just brother and sister, but daren't say anything. She opened the door for Randy, and as he walked in another nurse had just finished changing her bandages.
He stood in shock at the door. Roxy turned to face him. She looked awful. Her left eye was swollen and bruised, she looked like she had done more than just fallen over. Her arms were covered in cuts and bruises. She was hunched over, clutching her ribs. She shook intensely.
"Randy..." she gasped.
He dashed over to her and held her tight as the nurse walked out the room.
"Are you ok?" Randy asked, realising it was a stupid question.
"Yeah, of course I'm fucking fine!" She sobbed.
Randy sat next to her at the edge of her bed and rubbed her back gently. Her tears drooped onto his t-shirt. He knew that she hadn't just fallen down some stairs. Something more serious had obviously happened.
"Do you wanna talk about it?" He soothed.
"No, not really." She whispered, holding onto Randy for what seemed like for dear life. He pulled her hair back off her face and cupped it tenderly in his hand. He placed his head next to her, the warmth had totally disappeared from her body.
They didn't speak for at least half an hour. Randy held her, trying not to cry himself. He knew that she was lying, he always was able to. Something was telling him that it was worst than he could begin to imagine...
