A/N: I am saddened to say this story is almost over maybe four or five chapters left. Im gonna miss it. Thanks to everyone that has been R&R I love you all

I couldn't turn on the TV,
Without something there to remind me
Was it all that easy?
To just put aside your feelings.
If I'm dreaming, don't wanna lie,
Hurt my feelings

Thought I couldn't live without you
It's gonna hurt when it heals too, ooh yeah
(It'll all get better in time)
And even though I really love you,
I'm gonna smile cause I deserve to, ooooooh
It'll all get better in time

The air was hot and sticky but I loved it. I was home and happy. I walked up to the large quiet looking house. I knocked on the door before walking inside. " Ma?" I asked looking around. The room was dark and the house was way to silent.

"Ma?" I tried again as I walked up the stairs. This was freaking me out. " Is anyone here?" I asked as I turned down the hallway. I heard crying coming from the far bedroom. I through open the door and recoiled in horror, Justin was laying on floor holding his neck. Blood was squirting from under his pale hands. "Jay oh god." I cried running over to him and dropping to my knees. I moved his hands and applied pressure but it was too late.

" Oh god." I whispered too myself as I saw all of the blood, so much blood. I backed up and rubbed my face. I needed to get out of there but my legs wouldn't work.

" Don't leave yet sweetness." I looked behind me to see Punk smirking. He was covered in blood, Justin's blood. He walked over to me and squatted down. " Your mine forever Heath. No one will ever want you." He growled as he plunged the knife deep into my stomach. I screamed.

"Heath..Heath. Come on wake up please."

I shot up gasping and looking around franticly. Why was a large portion of the locker room in my hotel room, my white sterile hotel room. It all hits me, I was in the hospital.

" Heath are you alright?" I looked over to see that little Evan Bourne running his hand up and down my arm trying to calm me down. I looked around franticly again. Evan, Randy, Alex, Mike, Morrison and Jack Swagger were all sitting around mine and an empty bed.

Empty bed.

" Where is Justin?" I asked softly as I laid back on the hard pillow.

" He is in surgery, he has a few broken bones and a skull fracture." Evan told me in that soft calm voice of his. " John is talking to some doctors right now...Who did this to you guys?"

"Who the fuck do you think Evan?" Mike snapped from the corner.

" I just...I didn't think someone we have worked with could do something like this." He said with a shrug. Randy placed a firm hand on Evan's shoulder and squeezed.

" Right he never fucked you." He said rolling his eyes.

" Mike that's enough." Randy told him sternly. " Evan didn't know."

" Yes, Yes he did. Come on how many times did you come into the locker while we were in ECW and you found me naked and bleeding?" Mike said running his hands through his hair.

Evan looked at him with wide eyes and turned red. " I..I..I."

"I..I..I." He mocked as he sat back in his chair. " He did this to me, he did this to Jomo, He did it to Daniel and half of the locker room. You knew Evan. It didn't matter though because it didn't happen to you. He wouldn't go after Cena and Orton's bitch."

" I swear to fucking god Mike, shut your mouth before I shut it for you." Randy said getting up from his chair. " This is not Evan's fault. Why did you never tell?"

" That's none of your business."

" Were you fucking scared Mikey? Or did you like it?"

"Fuck you." Mike was about toe to toe Randy glaring at each other.

" Okay everyone calm the fuck down. We are all to blame. " Jack said from where he was leaning on the wall. Everyone looked over at the usually quiet blonde. " We all knew about the rapes, we all knew he was fucking unstable, we all knew he was hurting Heath and we all knew he went after Justin. We all knew about this and we all knew it could be this bad. No one had the guts to tell and get help. So we are all the blame for this."

The whole room went silent as they turned away from Jack. I smiled slightly at the blonde who just smiled right on back. I sighed softly and laid back down on my bed.

"Does Vince know what happened?" I asked softly as I lightly rubbed my face. We were suppose to be on Raw in a couple hours.

"Stephen has that handled. He went and talked to Hunter, who went to told Vince. Don't worry about anything Heath. We have it all covered." John said with a shrug as he played with his sun glasses.

" Boys can you move." A nurse said as a group of them wheel in a stretcher. " Mr. Gabriel should walk up soon. The doctor will come in and check on him soon."

I wasn't even listening. I weakly pushed down the side rail of the bed and rolled out. I hung on to the IV and walked slowly to Justin's bed. I looked down at him and lightly touched his bruised cheek with my casted hand. " Oh JJ." I whimpered softly. He had tubes coming out of everywhere and he was black and blue.

" Heath you should lay down." Evan said grabbing my shoulder. I nodded and let myself be lead back to the bed. I laid down and couldn't help but fall asleep.

"Heath, we have to go okay." I groaned and opened my eyes. Evan smiled softly and kissed my forehead. " We have to start filming in a hour. Everyone else left alittle while ago. Feel better okay."

I nodded and rubbed my face. " Thanks...Have a good show." I rubbed my face as he left the room. I was glad to be alone. I was getting tired of people feeling sorry for me. I just needed to relax and forget about this. I cuddled against the pillow and flipped through the channels. I landed on Raw and I watched for a few minutes until I saw Punk. He looked alot different from the last time I saw him. His eye was black and slightly swollen and his lip was busted. I turned the tv off when I heard yelling coming from the hallway.

" Does it look like I fucking care if visiting hours are over? I will kick your fucking head off, I swear to god. I need to see him. This is all my fault. I don't care sir. I will not stop yelling."

I looked at my arm and the nurses must have taken the IV out while I was sleeping. I rolled out of the bed and limped to the door. That's when I saw him. He was frantic, frazzled and had a black eye.

"Wade, he is in here." I said leaning against the door frame. His eyes went wide and he ran to the room like his ass was on fire. He almost pushed me out of the way as he ran to Justin's bedside.

"Oh bloody hell." He whispered as his fingers ghosted over the pale skin of his face. " I...I would have been here sooner...John called me and I booked the first flight...I had another stop before I came here too...Oh god." Wade said burying his face in the bright white sheets.

"That explains the bruises." I said getting back on my bed.

" What?" He asked softly wiping fiercely at his eyes.

" Punk was covered in bruises on TV and your knuckles are busted. You beat him up.." I laughed almost hysterically.

" He is never going to forgive me will he?" Wade asked, he had given up on wipeing at his eyes and I could see tears falling freely.

" I can't answer that Wade. You really fucked up, your going to have to work your ass off to fix this." I told him softly. " But he loves you, he really really loves you. He always has."

Wade nodded and laced his fingers with Justin's. He placed a soft kiss on the hand before lowering his head and sobbing softly. I don't know why but I felt so extremely lonely then, until I noticed the teddy bear, wild flower and candy beside my bed. I leaned over and grabbed the little white card attached to the flowers.

Heath
I'm so sorry for what happened. I wish I would have know.
I would have done anything to protect you
I am sorry for what I did and when you are well, we need to talk.
I miss you
Christian

I read the card four times and I still couldn't really process what I just read. All I could do was cling to that soft bear and lay back in my bed. I have been to hell but even though I had trouble believing it. Everything seemed to be turning around.