Shawn stayed by John's side through the entire night, not slipping a single wink. He just held his fiancé's hand and prayed. John didn't wake up until the morning, after the nurse brought Shawn some coffee to help keep him awake. "Sh-Shawn?" he said weakly.

Shawn quickly put down his coffee and sighed in relief. "Thank God." He leaned over the bed and placed the gentlest of kisses on the top of John's head. "How are you feeling?"

"Like I got hit by a semi," John said with a groan. He blinked several times and looked around. "Where am I?"

"Hospital," Shawn replied. "You've been out the whole night." He held up three fingers in front of John's face. "How many fingers am I holding up?"

"Three."

Shawn put up another finger. "How about now?"

"Four."

"Who's the president?"

"Barack Obama…or Chris Jericho if you ask him."

Shawn couldn't help but smile at that. "I'm gonna call the doctor in here. You hit your head pretty bad they're gonna want to check you over more now that you're awake." He started to get up when John reached out and grabbed his wrist.

"Where's Randy?" John had just remembered that Randy had been in the car with him during the crash.

"He's here too," Shawn told him. "In another room. I texted Cody and he says he will be alright." He contemplated telling John that it was Hunter that had driven into them but then decided to keep his mouth shut about that for now. He wanted to talk to Hunter first and see what his version of the events were before telling John. "Now I'm gonna go get the doc-"

"Yoooo Shawnie, is he awake?" Jeff asked as he, Matt and Adam entered the room.

"He's awake," Shawn confirmed. "And don't call me Shawnie."

"Sorry Shawnie." Jeff gave him quite the cheeky grin as they surrounded John's bed. Shawn decided to take the opportunity to slip out and not only find a doctor but stretch his legs a little bit. The doctor ended up not being hard to find at all. He was just coming out of Randy's room and was heading towards John's room anyway. Shawn briefly considered just following him back in but something inside him made him ask where Hunter's room was instead. He knew that either Jeff, Adam or Matt would end up telling John who's car hit him and Randy's. It was inevitable out of one of those three. What Shawn wanted was to get Hunter's side of the story. He wanted to hear it straight from him, not from Vince or the cops. He slipped into Hunter's room and found him awake and staring at the TV.

"Shawn?" Hunter looked away from the TV in surprise. "What are you doing here?"

"I need to talk to you." Shawn walked closer to the bed, watching Hunter as he picked up the remote and turned off the TV. "How are you feeling?"

"I've been better," Hunter replied. "It would be nice if I wasn't going to be arrested as soon as I was released from here."

"Yeah well, you're the idiot that drove drunk," Shawn said as he shoved his hands in his pockets.

Hunter winced. "Shawn-"

"Do you know who you hit? Did they tell you?" Shawn shook his head as Hunter made no attempt to respond. "You hit Randy and John. They're both here in the hospital too. You're lucky you didn't KILL them." His lip curled as Hunter still refused to say anything. "SAY something. Please. Just…what the hell were you thinking? Just tell me that."

"I was drunk," Hunter replied. "I wasn't thinking."

"Clearly not." Shawn paced back and forth a bit, not even sure what to do. "You could have killed them. Your so lucky you didn't I can't even-" he forced himself to stop and take a deep breath. "I can't even believe you right now."

"I'm sorry." Hunter sounded sincere though that didn't really help anything. "Shawn I'm sorry I'm so sorry."

"Why would you even do it?" Shawn made himself stop pacing and look at Hunter once again. "Why? You were always responsible. If you drank you made me and Kev and Scott and all of us take a taxi. You never let anyone drink and drive, including yourself. Why the hell would that suddenly change last night?"

Hunter swallowed nervously. He did not want to answer that question because he knew Shawn was already furious enough with him. But he knew he owed it to him to say something. "I was…I was trying to find you," he admitted. "I needed to talk to you."

"You couldn't just call me?"

"I couldn't just…I couldn't say it over the phone. I needed to talk to you face to face."

Shawn shook his head in disbelief. "What the hell was so important then? What couldn't possibly wait until you were sober enough to find me safely? Hmm?" He was trying to keep control of himself but it was hard. His fiancé was laid up in a bed just a couple of rooms away. Hunter was the one that put him in there. It took a lot to make him mad these days but this really did it.

Hunter hesitated again. This wasn't like him at all. He was pretty much never at a loss for words. "I…I…I…"

"You what?" Shawn came closer to Hunter to get in his face. "You what? What are you trying to say?"

Hunter answered that by grabbing Shawn by the shirt and pulling him in for a kiss. Shawn's eyes widened in shock and he jerked his head back violently. "Hunter-"

"Don't marry him," Hunter pleaded. "I love you don't marry him please."

"Hunter…" Shawn shook his head in disbelief. "I'm sorry. I love him I can't…these feelings you have, you need to get past them."

"I'm in love with you," Hunter said stubbornly.

"And I'm in love with John," Shawn reminded him.

"Why? What does he have that I don't?"

"Compassion, decency, kindness-"

"Oh so what, I'm some sort of monster?"

"You prey on people Hunter. You always have. I've always tried to see the good in you but we've been over this. I can't ever trust you enough to have a relationship with you. You HAVE to understand that and you HAVE to move on." He shook his head as Hunter looked down. "I'm sorry. I really am." He got out of there as fast as he could, wiping his lips off with the back of his hand as he went. Cody's theory about Hunter doing this all on purpose popped back into his mind but he did his best to shake it off. He didn't even want to go there right now. He wanted to go back and check on John again.

…

"Jesus fucking Christ," Cooper said as he propped his feet up on the coffee table. He and James were watching the news while Connor was in the other room playing with Snoopy and Spike. Hunter being arrested for drunk driving and hitting John and Randy's car had actually made the news. James had been around the wrestling business long enough to know that this actually making the news was kind of a big deal. Usually the media didn't touch wrestling related topics unless it had to do with Vince and a steroid scandal or someone died. "Why does everyone even care?"

"Well, Hunter was kind of set to take over the company," James reminded him. "Now he's off to jail for being a moron. Kind of funny if you ask me."

Cooper rolled his eyes. "I'm sure it is." He took a sip of his beer and shook his hair out of his eyes. "What's the status of the wedding now?"

"Delayed obviously. Until Super Cena makes a full recovery probably. Which is fine with me. Gives me more time to plan my crashing of it."

Cooper looked at him in disbelief. "Come on Dad, you're really not going to crash it are you?"

"Of course I am!"

"Why? That's completely juvenile."

"I wasn't invited."

"So?"

"If I had been invited I probably wouldn't even have cared to go. But now that I wasn't invited I have to be there."

"Shawn don't want you there dude."

"Soooo?"

"Did anyone ever tell you you're just a huge pain in the ass?"

"I hear that all the time. I take it as a compliment at this point."

Cooper could only sigh and shake his head. He's ridiculous...