AUTHORS NOTE: Hey guys ! Sorry about the late update , I have a huge AP test coming up in school so I'm kind of busy . Please don't get mad if I dont update every day until this Wednesday , I just have to get a good grade ! Also , I once again cut a chapter in half , because I want to build suspense ... some pretty interesting stuff is going to be revealed [; Anyways , thank you ALL for reading , especially the amazingg Christina89 , and my new reviewer , NIKKI . You both made my extremely hectic day amazing , thank youu !;D Now , onto the story !

Chapter Five: La Nuit dans l'Hopitale

John listened to his MP3 player with his eyes closed as he sat next to Randy. Randy was a statue, not moving, only blinking every few minutes. His mind was processing what had happened in the past 24 hours. He retained his WWE Championship, met a drunk girl at a bar and took her home, became friends with the girl the next morning, defended her from her abusive ex-boyfriend, and now he was sitting in a hospital because she was hurt. He tried to make sense of the events, but failed. Then he remembered what the bartender had said, about choosing the right path. Randy finally groaned and wiped a hand over his face, trying to clear his head. He decided not to think too much for the time being, and he decided to focus on what was happening at the moment.

Randy pulled out his phone and glanced at the time, feeling worry as he realized it was 3:50. The house show started at 6:00, and Randy had to be there by 5:30 at the latest. He then remembered that both he and John had left their gym bags and his car in their hurry to bring Melena to the hospital.

"Hey man, don't worry. Tell Vince what happened, the guys'll vouch for you, and you can probably get away with not showing up at a house show one day. By the ways, I think I'm gonna go find Mickie and work out how to get your car over here… and I gotta get my gym bag too." John had removed his earbuds from his ears and was talking very carefully to Randy, not wanting to upset him. Randy nodded in agreement.

"Alright man, thanks. I'll call if something comes up." John nodded, said his goodbyes, and left for the exit. Randy sank deeper into his chair, his frustration starting to grow. He was worried about Melena, and wanted nothing more than to see her. He finally saw a nurse pop out of the room, and he jumped out of his seat. He walked up to her, and she smiled up at him.

"Do you need anything, sir?" She asked politely. Randy brushed her question off quickly.

"No. How's Melena?" Randy had a desperate look in his eyes, and he seemed to be near the edge of breaking down from exhaustion and worry. The woman smiled sympathetically.

"I'm sorry sir, but I can't tell you. We're trying to see if Ms. Nunez has any family here. If not, then you will be the next person we will go to." She cringed back as Randy clenched his fists, his jaw twitching. He felt like breaking down the door to the room, but instead he held his breath for ten seconds, and released it slowly.

"Will you please hurry up with that?" Randy spoke in crisp, cold words, trying his best not to shout at the small woman. She nodded her head so much that it seemed like her neck would break in half.

"Oh, of course sir! I was getting on it right now!" She bent her head down and scurried off, leaving Randy standing there with a heart and mind full of multiple feelings and emotions.

Randy returned to his seat, feeling like the time was dragging by much longer than it should be. He felt his phone vibrate, and he pulled it out. He picked up, seeing John's name on the caller ID.

"What's up John?" Randy knew something was up, since John had just left about 15 minutes ago.

"Hey Randy, I got your car, and it's all fueled up, and Jericho got our stuff for us. I just thought you should see some pictures of… actually, I'll show you when I get back, its fucking hilarious!" John was chuckling over the phone as he spoke. Randy sighed, rubbing his head with his hand.

"Sounds interesting. Thanks for getting my car. See you soon, bye." Randy spoke quickly, seeing that a doctor had left Melena's room, and the nurse was walking back to the room.

"Bye." John hung up, and Randy followed suit, walking up to the doctor. The nurse came up to the doctor as well.

"Are you Mr. Randy Orton by any chance?" The doctor spoke to Randy first. Randy nodded, relieved that he was finally speaking to a doctor.

"Yes, that's me. Can I see Melena?" Randy was frantic, wanting to finally see how she was doing.

"You have to sign some papers first, but then you can see her." The doctor then talked to the nurse, and she gave Randy some papers. He signed quickly, and gave the papers back. The nurse checked it over and smiled up at him.

"You may go in and see her now." She opened the door and held it as Randy made his way into the room. His eyes immediately rested on Melena.

Melena was in the middle of a large hospital bed, IVs stuck in her arms. Her green eyes were open, and her hair was splayed around the pillow. Her face had gotten some of its color back, and she was grimacing as the doctors checked her injuries. Randy slowly made his way to her side, and didn't say a word, waiting for her to look at him. She had been looking out the window to her left before, but she turned after a minute. Her eyes widened, and then softened, as she saw Randy. She smiled up at him.

"Hey Randy," Melena croaked, her throat dry and scratchy. Randy smiled at her, lightly grabbing her hand.

"Hey Lena, how're you feeling?" Randy mentally chided himself for asking such a stupid question, but Melena didn't notice.

"I'm feeling a bit better," she replied, flinching as the doctor prodded her ribs.

"Excuse me Mr. Orton, but will you please step outside with me for a moment?" Randy stopped himself from retorting sarcastically, and came face to face with a doctor.

"Sure." Randy obliged, wanting to help out the man taking care of Melena as best as he could. The doctor led the way to the door, and Randy followed, once again back in the hallway.

"Mr. Orton, I have evaluated Ms. Nunez's condition, and I have a few questions. Do you know how she obtained her injuries, and can you elaborate on how she was injured earlier today?" The doctor's face was one of genuine concern, his eyebrow knitting together as he looked down at his clipboard.

"Melena's ex-boyfriend was abusive towards her, that's where all the old injuries are from. Today, when he saw her in the gym, he kicked her in the stomach, but one of my friends stopped him from attacking her any further." Randy tried his best to leave out any of his biased opinions in his explanation. He stared down at the doctor, and finally asked, "What injuries does Melena have exactly?"

"Well, Mr. Orton, it seems that Ms. Nunez has two broken ribs, abrasions and lacerations, and she is suffering from malnutrition. Have you seen her eat today?" The doctor glanced at his clipboard once more, his forehead creasing as he read what was written.

"She ate a normal breakfast today, she seemed fine this morning…" Randy thought back to the morning, and he suddenly thought of Melena, and remembered some peculiar actions she had shown. Melena ate only after she was prodded, and she ate after John had taken a bite first. She seemed to have a ravenous gleam to her eyes, but only ate half of her plate, claiming she was full after she had picked at her food. Randy shook his head for not realizing the signs earlier.

"Well Mr. Orton, we will be keeping Ms. Nunez overnight for further evaluation, and if everything goes smoothly, she should be out tomorrow. Thank you for your cooperation." The doctor smiled at Randy, and then led the way back into the room. Randy saw that Melena was only with one nurse now, and he realized that he hadn't noticed everyone leave the room. He walked up to her, pulled a chair towards the side of the bed, and sat down.

"So what'd the doc say?" Melena smiled at Randy, trying to lighten his dampened mood. He smiled back, trying unsuccessfully to cover up his distress.

"He said you have a couple of broken ribs, some cuts and bruises, and malnutrition." Melena's face tightened at the mentioning of malnutrition. Randy noticed, and asked what was on his mind. "Why didn't you tell me that he wasn't giving you food all the time?" Randy looked at her fragile, thin frame, and felt a wave of heat pass through him, anger for the bastard running through him once again. He controlled himself, and focused on Melena.

Melena had hoped she could keep at least part of the past a secret. She remembered how she would either have nothing for dinner, or she would have any of the scraps Steven would leave. She shuddered as she remembered some of the things she had eaten out of desperation. She looked up to see that Randy was patiently waiting for her answer. She studied him, wanting to remember how he looked, because she had a feeling that he wouldn't be staying with her for too long. He was still wearing his shorts, only now he donned a gray shirt which fitted him, outlining his broad muscles, and straining at the sleeves. He was leaning forward, his elbows on his knees, his hands clasped, and his bright blue eyes trained on her every move. She finally took a deep breath.

"When I met Steven, he was amazing. He was a handsome, lean, smart guy, and he was caring. My friends loved him and I loved him, and when we started dating, I felt like the luckiest girl around. Four months into our relationship, he started experimenting with drugs and alcohol, and he told me it was for fun, and he'd stop before he went too far.

"He kept on drinking and doing drugs, and he was egged on by his friends. Steven didn't get that they were laughing at him, not with him. He always thought he was a loser, he liked to read, and he liked to learn. I used to think that was cute. Then when he started getting more friends, he did more drugs to stay cool. Then, about a year ago, he hit me for the first time…" Melena's voice shook, and tears formed in her eyes. Randy shifted, and lightly grabbed Melena's hand, squeezing it lightly.

"You can stop now if you want. You can tell me later. I'll be here with you as long as you want me here. There's no reason to tell me everything now." Randy felt dreadful for having put Melena under so much stress. Melena shook her head, looking down at her lap, where Randy's hand lay, and she squeezed his hand softly.

"I'm going to tell you everything right now. I don't want to hide anything from you." Melena took a deep breath, and continued her story. "About a year ago, I had become worried about Steven. He was always hanging out with his new friends, and he was abusing his body with all those toxic things. I got on his case about it one day, and we started arguing and then… he slapped me across the face. He slapped me hard enough so that I fell and hit my head. I passed out, and once I woke up, I was in bed, and Steven was apologizing and saying he'd never hit me again, and he'd stop doing drugs slowly. I decided to forgive him, because he was so sincere. I had a lump on my head, and his hand had left a mark on my face, so I stayed in the house that day. I didn't tell anyone what happened because I didn't want him to get a bad reputation, and it was the only time he had hit me. Then, Steven started coming home later and later, and he would be drunk sometimes. He would make me do things for his own happiness, and I listened, because I didn't want him to get upset. Then one day I said no, and he hit me again. Only, now since he was drunk, he beat me again and again, and he kicked me and punched me. Then he just went back to the bedroom and slept, and I stayed on the ground the whole night.

"The next day he came up to me and apologized, and I forgave him again. He said he was drunk and had no idea what he was doing. That day I didn't talk to anyone, didn't pick up the phone, answer my texts, check my e-mails. I guess I was in denial about what was happening. I should've seen the signs. Then, that night I got a text, and it was from Steven. I decided to read it, and it said 'See you tonight, I love you…'. Only, one part of it made me understand the whole thing. At the end of 'I love you', he had put another woman's name. Some woman whose name I had never heard… I realized he was cheating on me. I didn't say anything though. I didn't want to upset him again." Melena pressed her lips together, and felt Randy squeeze her hand lightly. She sensed him pull her hand towards him, and she loosened her muscles. He brought her hand to his face, and kissed her gently on the back of the hand.

"Lena, you can tell me the rest later, you need to rest now. Also, I want you to know, I will always be here for you. He's in the past now, I will never let him near you again. Now go to sleep, okay?" He smiled at Melena gently. She sent a small smile his way, nodding.

"I guess you're right. Thank you Randy, for everything." She pulled her hand back to herself and settled into the bed. She closed her eyes, and Randy leaned back in his chair, closing his eyes as well.

Melena fell into a deep slumber, the pain medications helping her to sleep dreamlessly. Randy didn't sleep though. He thought of the face of the bastard who had hurt Melena so badly. Randy wanted nothing ore than to beat Steven senseless, and he felt anger simmering inside. He also felt such sympathy for Melena, that he hated himself for letting her get hurt again.

Randy reviewed the story again and again, the words on endless loop in his mind.