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Wade stormed down the hallway towards the parking lot, holding in the tears that threatened to fall from his eyes. He might have over reacted a bit, but he was tired of being worried sick over whether or not he was going to hear from John on a daily basis. He hopped into his rental and drove back to the hotel. He went up to his room without letting a tear fall, once he was in his room though the water works began. Wade slumped down his door and sobbed and sobbed. He knew that breaking it off with John would hurt initially but he hoped that it would subdue quickly and be much better than the nagging pain he had while he was stuck in Florida. His phone rang moments later. He looked at the caller ID, it was John. He threw his phone at the couch that was across the room from him.

"I don't want to talk to you." Wade mumbled to himself as he sniffled and buried his head in his knees.

"Come on, pick up. Please." John pleaded as he called Wade for the fourth time in the past minute. John had ran out of the locker room as soon as realization hit him. He had tried to catch Wade before he left but was too far behind to even see what kind of rental he had.

"Stupid. Stupid. Stupid. Why did I get myself into this mess?" John said to himself as he raced to his own rental and listened to his phone, hoping to get an answer from Wade. When he didn't get an answer he sighed.

"Wade, please, pick up your phone, we really need to talk all this over. Please give me a call back. I'm so sorry and I need a chance to explain everything to you." John left in Wade's voicemail. He slumped forward and set his head on his steering wheel. He had a feeling that Wade wouldn't be calling him back anytime soon, and it hurt. He sighed and started his rental. He headed to the hotel, planning on setting his bag down in his room and going down to the hotel bar to drown his sorrows. John didn't even care that he had left early. He couldn't stand being there right now with how emotionally unstable he was. He parked his car in the hotel parking lot and made his way to get his room key. He looked around the lobby as the receptionist was taking care of getting his key. John didn't see the bar anywhere.

"Here is your room key, Mr. Cena. Is there anything else I can do for you?" The young man behind the desk asked.

"Yeah, where's the bar in this hotel?" John asked as he grabbed his key card and stuck it in his back pocket.

"It's on the top floor of our tower, sir." The man stated simply. John nodded and looked at his small packet of information he had gotten with his key.

"Thanks." John said and turned to leave. He went to the elevator, his room was also in the tower so he figured that he would stop at his floor and take care of his bag and then go up to the bar to drown out the world and his sorrows.

Wade stopped sobbing after about ten minutes and only dry sniffles answered the gap left from his sobs. He slowly got up and moved towards his bathroom. He looked at himself in the mirror while he finally relieved his bladder after ignoring it the entire time he was sobbing his heart out. His eyes were rimmed with red and he looked like hell. He washed his hands and left the bathroom. As he walked out of the bathroom his phone rang from somewhere within the couch. He walked over and found it stuck inbetween the couch cushions.

"Wow, I threw that rather hard and accurate apparently." Wade said to himself as he pulled his phone out of the couch. He looked at the caller ID. It wasn't John calling this time, but Justin. He clicked answer button and put the phone up to his ear.

"What the hell happened?!" Justin shouts over the line.

"What do you mean?" Wade replied extremely confused.

John had made his way up to the bar at the top of the tower and walked immediately over to the bartender.

"What can I do for you sir?" The man asked as he strategically placed the mass amounts of glasses on the counter in front of him.

"I need whatever you have that has the highest alcohol content possible." John said as he sat down in front of the bartender. The bartender looked up at him and regarded John for a moment.

"Tough break up?" The man asked as he reached under the bar to grab a bottle of liquor.

"Yeah, and its a because of a few silly mistakes that I made. I brought this upon myself, hence the need for heavy liquor." John explained as he watched the bartender grab a glass from his expert stack and throw it into the air. The bartender then spun the bottle as the glass hit the tip of its arch.

"I see. She initiate or you?" The bartender asked as he concentrated on the arch of the glass. The glass hit halfway back to him when he tossed the bottle of liquor in the air. He grabbed the glass, back handed, out of the air.

"He walked out on me. It was my fault though. I didn't have any contact with him for about four months. But I had a great reason though." John said as he watched the bartender set the glass down and catch the bottle as it came down behind him. The bartender spun the bottle between his hands as he brought it around to the front of him.

"Oh. Well, what was your reason?" The bartender asked as he finished spinning the bottle and poured John's drink. The liquid that came from the bottle was a teal color.

"I was doing a lot of planning. I was trying to get it worked out enough that we could get some time off together and go travelling together and just site see, not have to go work or do anything except spend time with each other. I had to have constant meetings with our bosses and between that and all of my other commitments, I had maybe 2 seconds to myself a day. I was working on getting it finalized and I'm supposed to have the final meeting in a couple days. But at the rate things are going I don't forsee myself needing to go through with it now." John said as the bartender finished pouring his glass and slid it to him. John looked at the liquid in the glass for a moment, hesitation flashing through his body. He grabbed the glass and took a small sip.

"Wow, man. That blows. But I can see where he came from. But did he even try to hear your side of the story?" The bartender asked. John swallowed the small sip he had taken and set his glass down.

"No. He over reacted a bit, but I've been really distant to him lately because I've been so busy with work. I guess I hoped that he'd understand, but he's still newer to the business so he doesn't quite understand everything yet." John explained as he picked up his glass again and took a big gulp of the liquid in the glass.

"Maybe you two should be talking this out. I don't think drinking until you can't remember is a smart idea at the moment." The bartender suggested as he watched John finish his glass. John just shrugged.

"I thought that for a moment but maybe this will help me somehow. Can I have another one of these please?" John requested.

"I just want to forewarn you that if you drink more then half of a dozen of these, you will get alcohol poisoning and, most likely, die." The bartender warned as he poured John's second glass.

"I'll let a reliable friend know then, so they can come help me before I get that bad." John said as he pulled out his phone and texted Randy that he needed a babysitter while he drank tonight. Moments later, John's phone was ringing.

"What do you mean you need a babysitter for the night?" Randy asked in a hushed tone. John sighed.

"I have been warned by the bartender that too much of this drink that I'm having will kill me. I need a babysitter so I don't try to do that on purpose." John explained. He hear Randy chuckle on the other end of the line.

"Where are you?" Randy said. John sighed in relief, Randy was always there when he needed him.

"I'm at the hotel bar, its in the top of the tower at the hotel were staying at." John explained with relief as he took a small gulp of his second glass.

"I'll be there in 7.8 seconds then, see you." Randy replied and John hung up. He swished the drink around in the glass in his hand. It was very potent but he needed it, or at least thought he did. Randy was there by his side before he even finished his second glass.

"That was only the second one, I've got four more to go before I have got to stop." John said, speech slightly slurred already. Randy nodded in understanding.

"So basically I'm here to make sure you don't kill yourself, and that's it." Randy said as he leaned against the bar.

"You could ask why I'm drinking like this." John slurred as he finished the second drink and motioned for another. The bartender sighed but poured John's drink.

"What went on between you and Wade that caused this?" Randy asked as he watched John take a small sip of his drink.

"Well, he got mad at me for not talking to him for like four months." John said and took a bigger sip of his drink. Randy sighed and facepalmed.

"So you feel the need to go to alcohol?" Randy asked his best friend. John thought for a second and nodded.

"I don't know why I did, but I did, so I just have to deal with it." John slurred, almost incoherent. Randy raised his eyebrow at John before turning to the bartender.

"This stuff supposed to work this fast?" Randy asked as he kept an eye on John, who had just finished his glass.

"Unfortunately yes. Which is why more than six can actually kill someone. He's a third of the way there, keep a very close eye on him." The bartender warned. Randy watched John attempt to motion for another drink.

"Okay, give him one more, then ill cover his bill and take Carr of his wasted ass." Randy told the bartender and turned back to face John.

"As you wish." The bartender replied and poured John's third drink. He slid it across the bar to John.

"Randy, I don't think I'll be able to go on if I don't have Wade." John said slowly as to get a point across through his extremely drunken stupor.

"Things will be fine." Was all that Randy replied as he watched John down the third drink. When John was half way through the drink things went horrible. John dropped the glass, which nearly shattered upon impact on the counter, and fell off of his stool onto the floor. Randy tried to get him to wake up, but that wasn't working. He yelled for the bartender to call 911 while he kept a constant eye on the man passed out on the floor. Within minutes there was an EMT beside Randy gently pushing him aside to tend to John. The EMT put John on a stretcher and wheeled him into the elevator. Randy watched in horror as his best friend was being carried away. He came to his senses moments later and bolted for the stairs to try to get down through the tower as fast as possible. When Randy made it to the ground floor, breathing heavily, the EMT was just wheeling a still unconsciously John through the doors on the other side of the lobby. Randy was able to catch up to the guy as he was placing John in the back of the ambulance. The EMT motioned for Randy to hop into the back with John. Randy didn't hesitate and climbed right in. The EMT closed the door and they were in motion moments later.

"Well, I heard, from Evan who got it straight from Randy, John was sent to the hospital and I want to know what the fuck went down." Justin rambled into the phone. Wade nearly dropped his phone.

"John's in the hospital?!" Wade repeated in a panicked tone. Wade could feel the tears threaten to cloud his eyes.

"You didn't know?" Justin asked, equally worried, but now more about Wade then John.

"No, John and I had a falling out." Wade said smally, now feeling really bad about acting how he did and not hearing John's full side of the story.

"Why?" Justin asked. Wade sighed and thought for a moment.

"I was tired of feeling like he was blowing me off, he hadn't made an attempt to talk to me in 5 months or so and that pissed me off. So I told him that if he can't take time to talk to his boyfriend in his apparently busy work schedule then maybe he shouldn't have one. And that's basically what happened." Wade explained as he leaned against the door again. He had the gut feeling that the argument between them earlier had something to do with John being in the hospital now.

"I understand where you came from, but you kinda over reacted a little." Justin said after a moment.

"I know this, I just realized myself as I was bawling my eyes out against my hotel room door. Do you know which hospital John's at?" Wade asked, needing to fix the situation.

"No idea. Call Randy, he's with him. I'll let you go, bye Wade." Justin said and hung up. Wade let out a shaky breath as he dialed Randy's number.

"Hello?" Randy asked, sounding like he didn't even check the caller id before answering.

"Hey Randy, it's Wade." Wade got out before Randy almost flew off the deep end.

"I bet your wanting to know what hospital John's at, huh? Well you don't deserve to know. He didn't deserve what you did to him. If you had stopped your tirade for just a few moments you could have heard his reasoning as to why but no, you had to get your point across and then leave the man heart broken. I doubt he even wants to see you." Randy snarled over the phone, very obviously pissed at Wade.

"I know this already Orton!" Wade shouted through the phone. He took a deep breath to calm himself before going on. "I do want to know what hospital he's at because I want to apologize for how I acted. I realized that I had over reacted while I was bawling my fucking eyes out. So can you please just tell me what hospital he's at?" Wade pleaded.

"Let me ask him if he wants to see you." Randy said with less malice.

"Okay." Wade replied restlessly. He heard Randy ask John whether or not he wanted to see him. He didn't catch John's answer though.

"John said that he doesn't want to see you." Randy said and hung up. Wade nearly dropped his phone to the ground and tears weld up in his eyes.