"Now was that really that bad?" Jeff asked Shawn as they left the strip club.

Shawn shook his head. He was beyond glad to be out of there. Back in the old days he always felt right at home in one of those places. He had been in so many that he had lost track of them over a decade ago. He could have very easily lived in one quite frankly. That had completely changed though. He had completely changed. He had thought that had been clear to everybody long before now but apparently that didn't matter. At least not when it came to "bachelor party" traditions. "You should have just taken me to the bar," he replied. "Watching all of you idiots get drunk would have been better than that."

Jeff rolled his eyes and draped his arm over Shawn's shoulder. "Someone's turned into a pruuuuuuuuuude," he sing songed.

"Mr. Sexy Boy's a pruuuuuuuuuuuude." Now Mor was joining in. Shawn could feel his entire face turning red already. "Shawn's a pruuuuuuude. Shawn's a pruuuuuuude."

"That's enough," Mark finally said. "Leave Shawn alone."

That got Jeff to stop but Mor kept right on going. "Shawn's a prelude. Shawn's a-OW!" He got a hard whack to the back of his head, courtesy of Mark. "What did you do that for?"

"I told you to stop it, now didn't I?"

"But that doesn't mean-OW!" Mor got hit again and everyone else laughed at him for it. Shawn himself was getting a huge kick out of it and he was actually going to see if Mark would do it again when his phone rang and interrupted him. The blush that had been on his cheeks before returned in full force as everyone heard what his ringtone was.

"You vain little bastard," Mark said in disbelief. "You have your own entrance music as your ringtone?"

Glenn shook his head. "I can't believe you sound surprised. We've known him for how long now?"

"Shut up," Shawn muttered. He reached into his pocket and took out his phone. "All of you just shut up." He ignored the snickers he got for that in favor of answering the phone. "Hello?"

"Mr. Michaels?"

Shawn frowned. He didn't recognize that voice at all. "Yes?"

"I'm Nurse Peterson at Jennie Edmonson Hospital. We have your fiancé here- "

That was about all Shawn needed to hear for his heart to sink down somewhere beneath his feet. Oh no…

…

Vince was the one who got the call about Randy being in the car with John and he made the necessary calls and met everybody at the hospital. Shawn had been praying the entire way there under his breath and the moment Cody heard about Randy he started praying too. They hadn't been told much of anything about how they were doing beyond that they were in pretty bad shape. "Can we see them?" Cody asked as soon as he and Shawn got to Vince (the others were right behind them). "Can we see them? I want to see Randy."

Vince glanced back at the nurses before looking at Shawn. "They might let you go in and see John," he said slowly. "You're engaged to him so you've got the best shot of getting in to see him."

"What about me though?" Cody asked impatiently. He felt Ted's hand on his shoulder and he swatted away. He didn't want that right now. "I need to see-"

"Code," Ted said, trying to reel him back a little bit. "Calm down-"

"Don't tell me to calm down!" Cody snapped, turning around and raising his hand to slap the hell out of Ted. "Okay? Don't tell me that shit."

Ted quickly took a step back, ready to jump behind Mark or Glenn if he had to. "Okay okay! I'm not saying it." He pretended to zip his own lips shut for good measure, though Cody was hardly amused. He gave Ted quite a nasty glare before looking back at Vince, who was shaking his head.

"They told me that they're only letting family in to see him as of right now," Vince said gently, which was completely uncharacteristic of him. Sure he wasn't always the asshole he portrayed himself to be on camera but a gentle tone of voice was far from what he normally used when talking to them. "In the morning they might-"

Cody wasn't even listening at this point. He was already trying to head over to the nearest doctor or nurse so he could demand to see Randy. Before he got too far though, he was snagged by Mark, who dragged him over to the nearest set of chairs and sat him down in one of them. "What are you doing?" he asked angrily.

"Stopping you from making an ass of yourself," Mark replied gruffly.

Cody scowled and tried to stand up only to get pushed back down. "Mark-"

"Look, you're not going to accomplish anything by going over there and throwing a temper tantrum," Mark said, almost getting down to his knees so he could be eye to eye with Cody. His body violently protested that action though so he grabbed Cody's chin and made sure he looked up at him. "Let the doctors do their thing and when they come over to us we'll see about getting you back there. Alright?"

Cody wasn't exactly happy with that but protesting against Mark wasn't going to do anything but irritate the hell out of the older man. So he sighed in defeat slumped down in his chair. Ted came over and sat down next to him and everyone else just shifted around uncomfortably until Vince cleared his throat and got their attention.

"There's something else I need to talk to you guys about."

"Oh Jesus," Jeff muttered. "Now what?" He got a look from Matt for that but he just shook his head. "What else do you want me to say?"

Matt opened his mouth to say something but stopped when he realized Vince was waiting on them. Vince waited another few seconds to make sure Matt was really done before saying what he was going to. "Hunter was driving the car that hit John and Randy's."

That news was met with lots of stares of disbelief. "Hunter?" Shawn finally repeated.

Vince nodded. "I got the call about him and Randy. I haven't been told anything yet about why he crashed-"

"Was he drunk?" Mark asked gruffly.

"Maybe…I really don't know."

"What if he did it on purpose?"

That question put all eyes on Cody. "What do you mean?" Vince asked, his voice getting a tad bit sharp. Despite being a total jackass Hunter was in very good standing with Vince so he generally didn't take bad mouthing of him very well. And in this case, the road Cody was going down was going over even worse than a fart in church.

Cody though, was too worried and upset about Randy to give a shit. Hunter had issues with both John and Randy. Hunter was the one driving the car that hit John and Randy's. In his worried sicked and freaked out mind there was no way it could be a coincidence or an accident or whatever. "He like hates John because he's with Shawn and he's had issues with Randy…" He saw the look on Vince's face and there was a voice in the back of his head telling him he should probably stop. But then he looked at the others and saw that they weren't looking at him like he was completely crazy for saying this. Maybe they were just hiding it really well. Or maybe they could easily believe Hunter would do something like this. No it wasn't really intelligent being in the crash himself but if he was drunk? His usual intelligence could easily be thrown out the window in favor of impulse.

"Whatever his issues may be, it's disgusting to even think he would do something like this on purpose," Vince said. The look he was giving Cody spoke all kinds of volumes, none of them good. Cody reluctantly dropped the subject and an uncomfortable silence reigned as they waited for some kind of news. To Cody, it felt like they waited for forever. He kept glancing at the clock and he could swear on his life that it wasn't moving at all. That prompted him to look at the clock even more and it wasn't moving. Ted snapped his fingers in front of Cody's face to try to get him to stop it but Cody just absently swatted his hand away and kept his eyes glued to the clock until finally one of the doctors came their way.

"How are they?" Vince asked, speaking for the group.

"Well, Mr. Helmsley has regained consciousness," the doctor said, totally missing how much the majority of the people in front of him didn't give a shit about him. "Beyond his slight concussion he only has a broken nose and a few gashes on his face as far as injuries go."

"What about John and Randy?" Mark asked, interrupting the doctor because he knew how antsy Shawn and Cody were to find out about them. "Are they okay?"

"Mr. Orton's clavicle is broken and we just removed glass from his head-"

"Glass?" Cody asked. "How the hell did he get glass in his head?"

"We think his head hit his window on impact," the doctor replied. "He's suffered some head trauma though he did wake up very briefly while we were working on him."

"Did he say anything?" Ted asked.

"Nothing we could understand. He lost consciousness again a few seconds later and he hasn't regained it since. As for Mr. Cena, his arm and two ribs are broken, another one is cracked, head trauma-"

"Can I see him?" It wasn't like Shawn to interrupt but nobody was going to blame him for doing so now. "Please, can I see him?"

"Dude, he's John's fiance," Jeff said when the doctor started to shake his head. He grabbed Shawn's hand and started waving the engagement ring in front of his face. "See? Look, you can tell the rest of us to go to hell until the morning but you gotta let him go see him."

"And I should get to see Randy," Cody quickly said. "I'm his cousin." That just popped out of his mouth without any sort of thought going into it. He didn't have a ring to show he was Randy's fiancé and he didn't know if the doctor would lead him to Randy on just saying he was his boyfriend. So he went with being a family member lie and he could tell by the way Ted was biting back a snort that he was going to get all kinds of "kissin' cousins" comments later on.

The doctor sighed and nodded. "Okay. The rest of you though will have to wait until regular visitor hours start in the morning." He let the others nod their consensus before turning around and leading Shawn and Cody to the rooms John and Randy's rooms. The rooms ended up being right next to each other and Cody briefly wondered if Hunter's room was nearby as well. The thought though was quickly driven out of his mind because he was walking into Randy's room and he saw his boyfriend laying there in the hospital bed. Randy's right arm was in a sling and he was covered in bruises and bandages. "Oh Jesus Christ…" Cody muttered under his breath. He shut the door behind him and approached the bed slowly. He wanted to murder Hunter for doing this. It didn't matter if this had happened on purpose or on accident at this point. The result was this and Cody wanted to take off his head.

"Baby…" Cody grabbed Randy's hand and very gently kissed Randy's forehead before sitting down in the chair next to the bed. He wanted to say something more but it got caught behind the lump in his throat so he settled for silence and squeezing Randy's hand tightly.

He had no idea how long he just sat there. He didn't even take his eyes off of Randy's face to look at the clock. He just stared at his boyfriend and finally, after what felt like an entire lifetime, Randy's eyes opened. "Cody?" His voice was barely above a whisper and it took more of an effort to turn his head than it normally did. "Cody?"

Cody nodded and managed a weak smile. "Hey. How are you feeling?"

"Like I got hit by a car," Randy replied. He took a couple deep breaths, his brow furrowing in confusion. "Did I get hit by a car?"

"Hunter's car hit John's car. So yeah, pretty much."

"Hunter?" Randy looked even more confused now. "He hit us?"

"That's what Vince said."

"Oh…well fuck."

"Yeah. Fucking asshole." Cody leaned over and kissed Randy's cheek. "Don't worry about it right now though. Just relax. I'm here to take care of you."

Randy's lips twitched. "Dr. Rhodes…"

"Yep. I'm the doctor this time. Though unfortunately, I won't be providing any kinky action. We'll save it for when you're better."

"I can hardly wait."