Randy was really getting tired of spending time in the hospital. He had seen enough of them to last a life time. But Jeff needed to stay overnight for at least one night so he wasn't going to leave his love's side again. He felt bad enough already. Jeff had been raped and tortured before he had managed to save him. Matt had tried to assure him that they couldn't have gotten there any sooner than they had, but it still didn't make him feel better. It didn't change what had happened to Jeff.

"Randy," Jeff said quietly. His eyes were closed and Randy had thought he was asleep.

"I'm here," Randy assured him. "I'm right here baby."

Jeff scooted over. "Lay with me. You're too far away."

Randy climbed into the bed and Jeff snuggled right up to him. "That's better," Jeff said sleepily. "I don't want you going away."

"I'm not going anywhere. I've already talked to the police. It doesn't sound like I'm going to get charged with anything."

"Yeah, but there's all kinds of psychos out there. Who knows who's going to come after us next?"

Randy frowned. "Jeff, what are you saying?"

Jeff shrugged. "In case you haven't noticed, I kind of tend to attract men of the more psychotic persuasion. Russ, Christian, Adam, Tomko, X--I think I'm a serious psycho magnet."

"You are not a psycho magnet. If you were a psycho magnet, that would mean I was a psycho. And I'm a lot of things, but psycho is not one of them."

"I know that, but I mean, come on. How many more times does this shit have to happen before we realize something funky is going on?"

"Well what do you want to do if you're right?" Randy asked. "What are we supposed to do if you truly are a psycho magnet? It's not something we can actually fix. We just have to deal with it as it happens."

"You won't leave me?" Jeff asked quietly.

Randy kissed the top of his head. "Never."

"I'm sorry I let him--"

"You didn't let him do anything. Don't you dare start blaming yourself for what he did. It's not your fault. We've been over these issues before." Randy kissed Jeff's head again. "Now stop worrying and get some rest."

"Uh, I think it's a little late for that," Matt said. He came in and was closely followed by Katie, Miz, Morrison, Lillian, John, Mickie, Ted, Cody, Phil, Kofi and Tommy. They were armed with flowers and enough candy to feed an army.

"Pixie Sticks!" Jeff exclaimed. He tried to get up but then stopped. "OW, okay that was a bad idea."

"Sit down you schmuck," Morrison said. He handed Jeff the Pixie Sticks. "Don't go hurting yourself worse than you already are."

Randy rolled his eyes. "You guys are going to give him a sugar rush."

"Well maybe he deserves one," Phil said. He dumped a handful of Snickers on Jeff's lap. "And we figured if we get him hyped up on sugar, we could avoid the part where he acts like an asshole after going through something traumatic."

Jeff glared at him. "I do not act like an asshole every time I go through--" he stopped and thought about what he was saying. "Okay, maybe I have done that in the past. But I don't want to do that anymore. Last time that led to Randy storming out and then getting raped. And I'm against people raping my Randykins."

"Jeff!" Randy whined. "You can't call me that when people are around!"

Cody patted Randy's shoulder. "I'm guessing he's on quite a bit of morphine right now."

Randy nodded. "Add the three Pixie Sticks he just downed in thirty seconds and things are going to get very scary very soon."

"Well it's your people's fault for giving him the damn things in the first place. You should know better than that by now."

Everybody turned around and saw Glenn pushing a wheelchair bound Mark into the room. Mark had lost quite a bit of weight since they had last seen him and he was wearing a wig that looked his old hair.

"Poppa Mark," Jeff said. He held his arms out like he was a baby or something.

Mark pushed himself out of the wheelchair (against Glenn's protests of course) and hugged Jeff. "Hey kid," he said quietly. "You doing okay?"

"I guess," Jeff replied so quietly that even Randy barely heard him. "I'm just trying not to think about it right now."

"Yeah, well don't go repressing all this shit. You know that's not healthy."

"I know."

"Mark, would you please sit back down?" Glenn pleaded. "The doctor said your pushing yourself too hard as it is."

Mark rolled his eyes. "Yeah, well, what does that jackass know anyway?" But despite that declaration, he sat back down anyway. "Phil called me and told me what happened. I had to bitch at Glenn for an hour until he drove out here."

Glenn shook his head. "The man gets very annoying when he's worried."

Ted patted him shoulder sympathetically. "There there. Have a Kit Kat. You'll feel better."

A nurse came in to check on Jeff. Randy was immediately startled by Jeff's reaction. His whole body began to shake violently and he started hyperventilating. "Jeff?" Randy said slowly. "Baby what is it?"

"Don't touch me!" Jeff yelled as the nurse reached for his bandages. He nearly jumped off the damn bed. "Get away!"

The nurse recoiled like she had been shot or something. "Mr. Hardy, I'm not going to hurt you."

Jeff didn't seem to be listening. He just clung to Randy. "She looks like her Randy," he whispered. "She looks like her."

Randy's eyes widened. "Mrs. Copeland? Is that who she looks like?"

Jeff nodded. He looked like he was near tears. Matt quickly whispered something to the nurse and got her out of the room. Everybody else looked very uncomfortable. Randy held Jeff tightly, trying to provide him any amount of comfort he could.

"Oh shit," Katie suddenly cursed. She ran into the bathroom as fast as she could. Ten seconds later they could hear her puking.

Phil grinned. "Who wants to bet she's pregnant?"