Sheer panic was running through Jeff's veins. "Randy!" he yelled. He tried to hold Randy, but that was barely manageable. Randy was convulsing was only growing worse and worse. Crying uncontrollably, Jeff managed to pick Randy up and take him out of the bathroom. "Matt!" he shouted desperately. "Matt help!"

Matt looked over and saw what was going on. "What happened?" he yelled as he ran over.

Jeff shook his head. "I don't know. He threw up and then he started having a seizure and spitting up blood." He let out a cry as Randy started coughing up even more blood. "Oh God," he moaned.

Matt immediately started helping Jeff with keeping a hold of Randy. "Tell the others we're going to the hospital!" he yelled at Katie. Then the two brothers ran out of the club and got into Matt's car. "I hope to God we don't get pulled over," Matt muttered as he shot right out of the parking lot. "Because I'm about to break every traffic law known to man."

Jeff held on to Randy tightly. Randy's body was flushed and his skin was almost too hot to touch. "He's burning up Matt," he said. He tried to use his free hand to fan Randy off, even though he knew it wasn't really going to do much good.

Matt reached forward and grabbed a bottle of Pepsi. "Here. This is still kind of cold."

Jeff took it and pressed it against Randy's forehead. Randy whimpered. His breathing was becoming labored. "Hold on baby," Jeff begged. "Please hold on."

With the way Matt was driving, they got to the hospital in about five minutes. "We need help!" Matt shouted as they carried him inside. "Our friend is dying!"

Jeff really wanted to hit Matt for saying that, but it certainly made the nurses move a hell of a lot faster. "What happened?" one of them asked as they brought out a stretcher.

Matt and Jeff explained what happened at the club as best as they could. This entire situation had a great big sobering effect on the both of them. The nurses wheeled Randy away and then there was nothing to do but wait. "You know, I'm really, really starting to hate hospitals," Matt muttered.

Jeff couldn't even bring himself to nod in agreement. He was too worried about Randy. What in the hell could have caused this? What could have hurt his baby like that? Was it the alcohol? No, it couldn't be just that--they had all drank the same amount and none of them were sick. So what could it be?

Suddenly something dawned on Jeff. The water bottle from the arena. Randy had left that unattended for way too long. It would have been easy for somebody to go into the locker room and slip some kind of tasteless poison into the bottle. But why would anyone want to try to kill Randy? There was no reason to do that…unless they wanted him out of the way to get to Jeff.

Jeff shuddered. He knew both X and Tomko both wanted to get to him. But he had a feeling this wasn't the work of Tomko. Tomko was a brute; sneaking around and poisoning people wasn't his style. So that just left X. Jeff remembered how crazy X looked when he and Randy had encountered him. If he wanted Jeff as badly as he claimed he did, he would do anything to get Randy out of the way--even if it involved murder.

The others arrived and they joined in on the waiting game. After what felt like forever, a doctor came out to talk to them. "Is there a family member of Randy Orton's out here?" the doctor asked.

Jeff immediately jumped to his feet. "How is he?" he asked. "Is he going to be okay?"

The doctor sighed. "I'm not going to lie, he's still in pretty bad shape. He somehow managed to ingest some kind of poison and the alcohol in his system only made it worse. We've managed to find an anecdote that seems to be working, but it's safe to say he won't be out of the woods until morning."

"Can we see him?" Jeff asked.

The doctor nodded and led them to Randy's room. Poor Randy was hooked up to all kinds of IV's and he had a breathing tube in his mouth. Jeff choked back tears and took one of his lover's hands. "I'm sorry," he whispered. "Please don't die baby. I didn't mean to bring this on you."

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X was not pleased when he heard that Randy was still alive. That damn poison had worked, but it hadn't worked well enough. He punched the wall a few times before forcing himself to calm down. "Calm down," he told himself. "Just calm down." All this meant was that he was going to have to change the plan up a little bit. That was okay. He was good at that. Besides, getting Jeff was going to make all this trouble worth it.