Chapter 5- Espresso shots are not enough- Kane

As I took shot after shot of the strong coffee, I felt myself stay awake for a while… yet was quick to fall back asleep. Damn, I wish there was an easier way of watching a sick Deadman. I mean where the hell are those druids that he 'summons' to terrify people? Can't they take turns doing rounds?

Well checking my watch, I read it was now four am. I was dead tired and wanted to sleep. I nearly did until I heard his door open. Taker walked out of his room and headed right for the elevator. I couldn't understand how the hell he knew where everything was in this damn hotel with his eyes closed! In all honesty it irked me!

With a sigh I trailed the Deadman down to the lobby once more, however the moment I made it there, did the Undertaker vanish! "Oh hell!" I growled lowly.

Looking about I asked the night staff if they had seen my brother, no one had. Searching desperately now I tried calling out for Taker to see if he would respond. So far nothing.

It then occurred to me, they got an in ground pool here… Damn it.

I went to the gym area where I found a few of the guys working out, oddly enough some of the Raw superstars were here. JBL, CM Punk and Chris Jericho.

"Guys I need your help!" I called to them.

Rather stunned to see me, JBL looked rather puzzled. "Why the hell are you up?" he demanded.

"Taker has a cold…"

"Say no more" replied Chris Jericho. "I don't want to find him like I did the last time…"

"You found Taker passed out?" I asked of him.

Chris shuttered to the thought. "He woke up the moment I found him in a locker room with his cheeks full of jelly beans"

There was an awkward silence among us. Punk looked at all of us and laughed. "You're joking right?" he asked.

Bradshaw gave him a stone cold look. "Do we look like we're joking? Besides, that's nothing" Bradshaw announced. "But a triple Grand mamma swore not to tell"

Damn, that's serious!

We split up and tried to find the Deadman. We lucked out to find he wasn't in the pool, however we were rather worried to see the steam room in operation! Bradshaw knocked the door open as Taker came tumbling out, wide awake. He looked rather confused as he stared at the four of us looking down at him.

"What the hell kind of prank is this?!" he demanded.

"Prank? You walked in here on your own accord Deadman!" protested Punk.

"Don't be sassing me boy, I don't steam!" Taker hissed back. However he was rather impressed that his congestion has since cleared up and he was able to breath through his nose once more. "Screw this, I am going back to bed!" he announced and stormed back to his hotel room.

I let out a sigh. "Anyone got red bull?" I asked.

"Kane, how about you get some sleep and we will keep watch over Taker?" Bradshaw asked.

"We?" questioned Punk and Jericho.

"Yeah, WE!" growled back Bradshaw. I took them up on their offer. My head was swimming and I felt rather stuffed up myself. With a sigh, I dragged myself to my hotel room and tried to hit the sack.