"We have to decide where we're having the wedding," Randy said. He and Jeff were sitting in the backseat of the van John had rented. They, along with John, Mickie, Kofi and Phil were going to see Mark. Nobody had seen Mark in two weeks. He had called a couple of times but now he wasn't even doing that. They had tried to ask Glenn what was going on but he had disappeared too. That had made them worry even more.

Jeff sighed. He never knew a wedding took so much planning. They had to decide where they were having it, what they were wearing, who was performing the ceremony, who was going to be the wedding party, who was going to be invited and a thousand other things he didn't even want to think about.

"Why don't you just have it at the Imagi-Nation?" Phil suggested.

Jeff and Randy looked at each other. That was brilliant. Why hadn't they thought of that before? Simultaneously, they reached up and planted a kiss on Phil's head.

"Hey!" Kofi objected. He glared at the both of them. "Hands off my man."

"Sorry Kofi," Jeff said. He reached into his bag and pulled out his wedding check list. "We can just cross that part off this thing," he said. He did just that and then looked at Randy. "You know how the bride usually tosses the bouquet to all her bridesmaids and the groom tosses the garter belt to the other dudes?"

Randy nodded. "Yeah."

"Well, since we don't have a bride, the garter thing won't really work and I'm not carrying a thing of flowers around, I think we need to toss something else."

"Like what?"

"I was thinking I could throw a bag of Skittles and you…well I don't know what you could throw. Maybe you could toss a beer or something."

Randy stared at him for several minutes. "Let me get this straight: you want to throw beer and Skittles at our wedding?"

Jeff nodded. It may have been an unconventional idea, but he liked beer and Skittles, so it worked.

John pulled the car into Mark's driveway. They all got out of the van and knocked on the door. "Poppa Mark!" Jeff yelled. "Open up! It's your favorite person in the whole world!"

Mickie peered into the window. "Guys, it's completely dark in there. I don't think he's home."

"But where else can he be?" Kofi asked. "He and Glenn wouldn't just run off on some vacation without telling us."

"He's in the hospital."

They all turned around and saw Mark's neighbor Mrs. Bosch looking at them. "Who's in the hospital?" Randy asked.

"Mark," Mrs. Bosch answered. "Glenn had to take him there nearly a week ago. Didn't he tell you?"

Jeff's eyes widened. Mark was sick? Mark never got sick. Mark was the one who took care of them when they got sick. How could he get sick?

"Come on," John ordered. "We're going to see him."

Nobody said a word all the way to the hospital. Jeff gripped Randy's hand tightly. Every single terrible possibility of what was wrong with Mark ran through his head. Why would Mark keep this a secret? Why didn't Mark tell anybody he was sick? Didn't he think they were strong enough to handle it?

Once they got to the hospital, a nurse told them Mark was in room 306. They ran all the way there, but came to a halt when they actually entered the room. Mark and Glenn were holding hands, and both looked like they had been crying. Jeff gulped. He had never seen them cry before. This wasn't a good sign.

Eventually Mark looked up and saw them standing there. "How did you guys--"

"Mrs. Bosch told us," Randy quickly explained. "Mark, what's wrong? Why didn't you tell us you were sick?"

Glenn shook his head. "Guys, right now isn't--"

"No," Mark interrupted. "They have to know. Jeff, can you come here?"

Jeff didn't want to go over there. He was afraid of whatever the hell it was Mark wanted to tell him. But despite his reluctance, he did what Mark asked. "Yeah?"

Mark grabbed his hand. "I've been having headaches for awhile now and I collapsed on Friday morning. The doctors did some test and they discovered…they discovered…" it was killing him to get the words out "that I have brain cancer."

Jeff felt like he got punched in the stomach. Brain cancer. The very thing that had killed his mother. He couldn't breathe. His world had turned upside down. Mark had cancer. This was not possible. This couldn't be happening.

"The doctor said that the tumor is operable," Mark went on. He had noticed Jeff's reaction. "The surgery has its risks, but that and some chemotherapy should fix me."

So there was a chance. There was a chance that things were going to be okay. Jeff tried to cling to that hope. He had to be strong for Mark. Mark needed him to be strong now more than ever. But try as he might, all he could think about was the fact that his mom had died of the same thing Mark had now. His eyes filled with tears and his lip quivered. Don't you do it, his mind warned him. Don't you dare start crying right now. That's not going to help anything.

Jeff looked away from Mark, hoping that would stop the tears. It didn't though. They came out anyway, and he found Mark pulling him into a tight embrace. That just made him cry even harder. They couldn't lose Mark. He was their father in the WWE. What would they do without him?

What would Jeff do without him?