Continued...
After what seemed like hours, the ambulance crew finally arrived.
"Can you tell me what happened?" One of them asked Roxy.
"I dunno, we visited him and we found him like this..."
"It's a good thing you didn't try to move him, coz of his spine and all. Is there a pulse?"
"I couldn't really find on but he's still breathing."
"Right, can you pass me that pill bottle that's on the floor please? It looks like he's OD with that and this bottle of Brandy or something."
"Ok, it's kinda smashed though."
"Just get the bit with the label on it, we might need that later on."
"Alright."
The paramedics lifted Randy onto a spinal board and carried him to the ambulance. John and Roxy followed them, not looking nor saying anything to each other.
"I remember being one of the people to take him to hospital when he got that sledge hammer pounded into his back."
"Really." Roxy said half heartily, not paying any attention to the man.
Soon, they arrived at the medical facility. Hospital staff dashed to meet them, before leading Randy to the resuscitation room.
Roxy and John were left with each other in a quiet room. The only sounds to be heard was John's foot steps and their heartbeats.
"What's taking them so long?" Roxy said in frustration.
"Look, someone said they'd come and see us when they can, just be patient, ok?"
"It's all my fault!"
"How'd you work that out?"
"If..." Just then, the greying Dr Moore, who was dealing with Randy came in the room.
"I believe that you two are Mr Orton's friends, yes?"
"What's the matter with him? Is he gonna be ok?" Roxy asked hastily.
"At the minute we are in the process of pumping his stomach out to get rid of the alcohol and drugs that are in his system. He's stable at the moment yes. Would you like to see him?"
"Maybe later, excuse me." John said, walking out of the room.
"Can I call someone first?" Roxanna asked.
"Of course, I'll get one of the nurses to take you in a few minutes if you like. Would you like the receptionist to ring Randy's family up?"
"Yes please." She asked, walking outside.
She sighed a sigh of relief. How could he have been so foolish? John came walking over to her...
"Well, see ya around."
"What? Where the hell are you going?"
"My record company's just rang me up. I need to go to an emergency meeting."
"So your stupid little hip hop album means more to you than your one time best friend, huh?"
"Not more, just that I need to go. Bye Roxanna."
"Thanks for nothing arsehole!" she shouted after him, finding Shawn Michaels phone number. Her hands trembled as she dialled the number. She got a hold of his wife.
"Hi, Rebecca? It's Roxy, is Shawn in..."
End of Flashback.
"Just shows how little John cared..." Randy stated.
"When did you last speak to him?"
"It must have been about 2 and a half years ago now. I don't wanna speak to him ever again now. Thanks for telling me."
"How
do you know if I'm telling the truth?"
"Unlike some
people, you can't lie babe, no matter how hard you try."
They stared deep into each others eyes. Then, there came a knock at the door.
"I'll get it." Randy grunted, walking over to the door. It was Lita.
"Hey, is Roxy still in?"
"Yep, I sure am." She said, walking over to greet her friend. Although she seemed a lot brighter, she was still clutching her ribs when she walked.
"Are you ok?"
"A bit better thanks. Do you wanna come in?"
"It's ok thanks, it's getting late. I promised I'd go and see Stacy about the Diva Shoot before the end of the night."
"Thankfully, I don't have to do that!"
"A shame really." Randy smiled.
"See you tomorrow, yeah?"
"Bye."
A few hours later, Roxy was in bed, trying to sleep. Randy had vowed to stay with her, but in the living area in case she needed anything during the night. It was now midnight, and Roxy walked back to Randy.
"What's the matter?" he asked.
"I...keep seeing him. He's everywhere. When it's dark, everything's worse." She said, nearly in tears.
"Shhh, It's ok listen, I'll come and tell you a bed time story."
"You being serious?"
"Of course, why wouldn't I be?" he said, ushering her into the bedroom.
They sat on the bed together, Roxanna engrossed in Randy's sexual innuendo filled remix of Goldie Locks and the Three Bears. She was still clutching her ribs, and it was plain to see they were bothering her.
"Do your ribs still hurt?"
"Uh huh."
"Get into bed." Randy said, following her in the act.
She lay on her right side, Randy placing his arms around her; his muscular, warm body, making her feel protected.
"It'll be ok, you'll see." Randy soothed, kissing her on the cheek, caressing her stomach as she drifted off to sleep, Randy not even considering letting go.
