While he adjusted to the shock of seeing Roman, nervousness and panic started to seep back in his body. His eyes swept the dreary, clean white room quickly. There wasn't much to see; just plain white walls and lighting that made it seem way too bright. He saw movement to his side, the panic and confusion he felt showed through his eyes as quickly turned his head to face Roman. Randy wanted to run and hide or at least crawl up to the furthest corner of his bed to get away from the dark haired man, but he couldn't move. His body felt like a two ton truck hit him and he was starting to get a massive migraine. He was in a strange house, hooked to machines monitoring him and in an all too bright room with a man who was no more than a stranger or co-worker to him at most.

"W-here am I?" he asked, his voice quivering. "What h-happened? Why are you here?" He knew that he was getting more panicked and confused with every word he spoke, but he still maintained eye contact with Roman.

Roman froze when those eyes had pinned him. Now he looked calmly at the man and tried to answer his questions the best he could, all the while sitting still and keeping eye contact. "Don't worry, you're safe here," he said as gently as he could, so not to frighten the older man. "We're at a friend's house, a different friend than the one who brought you here. No one will hurt you. You were beat up pretty bad and losing a lot of blood when my friend brought you in. The owner of the house called his private doctor and had him come and treat you."

"But who…Sheam unhhh," Randy groaned as he interrupted Roman. He had wanted to sit up more because he was tired of lying down. Even with the meds that were circulating in his body, pain still shot up his spine and around his stomach and abs; worriedly he lifted the sheet and looked down at his body. He saw his bandaged stomach and closed his eyes tightly as unshed tears formed in the corners. He realized that Sheamus had done this and knew there was more to it than just his bandaged abs, and because of the other pain, he knew Sheamus had raped him.

Roman looked worriedly and sadly at the man when he heard the groan of pain and saw the tears forming. "Hold on, Randy," he said gently and leaned forward to grab the bed control. He pressed the button and watched it move slowly until Randy was sitting up a little more. Randy opened his eyes and stared at Roman, a single tear escaping down his cheek.

Roman watched that single tear roll down the gorgeous man's face, his heart breaking for him. Sighing he looked back into those beautiful blue eyes that were now looking at him in confusion, panic, anger and pain. "Yeah, it was Sheamus," he said as gently as he could. He let his eyes drop Randy's gaze and looked down at his hands. That's all he could or wanted to say. He didn't want to be the one to tell Randy the things Sheamus did to him. He didn't want to see the anger, sadness, pain and self loathing that he knew would be in those eyes. Sheamus had drugged him, tied him up, beat him, raped and sliced him open. Roman had no doubt that he would have done a lot more damage or killed Randy, just because the man didn't want him as more than a friend.

"Just tell me Reigns," Randy demanded. "I already have a pretty good idea what happened," he said softly and looked down at his own hands that were lying gently on his stomach. "I just need to hear someone say it." He knew he was in somewhat of denial, he just couldn't believe that the man he once called friend would do this to him.

Roman looked up at Randy's profile, seeing his jaw and eye still heavily bruised from when Sheamus punched him. "He drugged you, tied you to the bed, beat you, tried," he hesitated at this point. He didn't want to mention the rest, but one look at the determined clenching of Randy's jaw and he knew he had to tell the man everything. "He started to carve his name into your stomach, while he….," he hesitated again and took a deep breath, "while he raped you. You were awake for most of it and you screamed. My friend was staying at Sheamus' house and heard you. He went to see what was going on. When he found you, you had passed out and Sheamus was still on top of you carving into your stomach. He snuck up on Sheamus, knocked him out, tried to stop as much of the bleeding as he could, and then he brought you here."

Randy, still looking down at his hands, sighed a heavy breath to calm down. His mind was racing from what Roman just told him. He didn't want to believe that his once friend would do that to him, but he was literally staring at the evidence of it. Randy wanted to beat the shit out of Sheamus and ask him why. He'd already sold his body to Sheamus has payment for the loan, there was no reason for him to do this to Randy. He had too many emotions running through him. He felt humiliated, angry and sad that Sheamus took his ability to fight back from him. It took him a while before he felt in control again, and when he did, he raised his eyes to Roman. When he met the other man's eyes, his face devoid of emotion, but his eyes held coldness there.

"What was your friend doing there," he frostily asked, "and why are you involved?"

Roman, who had watched Randy worriedly, now looked shocked as well at the tone of Randy's voice. He had expected the man to have an emotional melt down, to be angry, hurt and confused at the one who did this to him. He didn't expect any of that anger to be directed at him. 'Fuck,' he thought, 'I'm going to have to tell him everything I know. Fuck, Hunter's going to kill me. Fuck, Fuck, Fuck. Well might as well get it over with. This is not going to go over well.' He ran a hand nervously through his hair and sighed deeply. "Well…."

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