I haven't been able to sleep lately, while also not being able to come up with any new plotlines for this story. Believe me I'm trying. Thanks to everyone who reviews and have ever reviewed this story. Thanks to all those who follow this story, me as an author, and have set this to their alerts and faves. Means a lot to me really, motivates me to do something in this boring summer.
Randy had just finished a long 1hr jog that seemed like it lasted for eternity. His white t-shirt was drenched visibly in sweat and he was breathing heavily. He made a sudden stop in the midst of his run causing his black sneakers to scrape against the concrete making a horrid noise. He winced a bit at the sound and proceeded to walk up to his mailbox. He was planning on taking a quick peak to see if there was anything jammed in there and then move on, but when he got there he noticed it was already over loaded. He couldn't avoid this mess and took everything out of the mailbox and opened the door to his house, cutting his jog short. Once he stepped in and took a seat at the kitchen counter he quickly flipped through the seemingly large pile of bills until something caught his eye. One letter was addressed to him and he instantly froze when he noticed where it came from a divorce attorney. The other envelopes flew out of his hands as he searched for a pair of scissors and when he came up empty handed, he decided to just tear the thing apart. When he caught a glimpse at the first few lines, he immediately wished that he didn't.
"The court has decided to give Samantha Speno full custody of Alanna Marie Orton..." His heart stopped. Well, not literally, but it felt as if everything in the world was frozen and Randy was the only one in the darkness. His feet moved backwards unwillingly as he collided with the kitchen counter, knocking over a few bottles of water and a chair. The loud echoing noises they made as they collided with his hardwood floor didn't seem to snap poor Randy out of his trance.
"What the hell is with all the noise Orton? You're disturbing my sleep." Punk wasn't all too happy when he approached the distraught Viper who was just standing there looking at the letter acting as if he had never heard Punk or noticed him. In honesty he really didn't, it was as if he was sucked into the letter completely and couldn't get unglued from the words in front of him.
"Punk, don't be so rude, you're a guest in Randy's house." AJ quickly caught up with Punk noticing how aggravated he was earlier fearing he would blow up in front of Randy. While Punk was still fuming she noticed the weird look on Randy's face causing her to worry. "Hey Randy, are you okay? Punk didn't mean to be so rude right Punk?" She lightly nudged him in the ribs. "Apologize."
"What? He was the one-"
"Apologize." AJ firmly repeated. She glared at him and you could feel an evil aura flowing from her. "Or else." Punk gulped in fear at the sight. Hard to believe all these former champions were afraid of such petite girls, but you couldn't blame them.
"Fine, I'm sorry Randy alright? I mean it to, not just because AJ is giving me a death glare." AJ again nudged him in the ribs except a lot harder this time. Before screaming a loud "Ow!" Punk leaned on the kitchen counter in pain. Once AJ turned her attention back on Randy though, he was still not responding.
"Hey Randy, are you okay?" She tapped him lightly on the shoulder. He didn't move or react at all. She gave him a little push knowing she wouldn't move him because of his strength but only to test him. He didn't move this time either. "Randy? Come on, give us a response Randy." Punk stood up straight and stood in front of Randy.
"Hey I know I'm being an ass, but that's no reason to be so mad as to not respond Orton." Silence filled the room for a few seconds as Randy's eyes remained glued on the letter. Punk tried to remove the letter from his hands, but it didn't budge. Instead, he took a quick glance at the first 2 lines and his eyes widened to the size of golf balls. "Uh AJ, I think we might need to get Randy to a hospital."
"What why?" AJ worriedly asked as she went to reach for her cellphone and car keys. Right when she was about to get them, Randy fell onto the floor unfortunately back first so Punk wasn't able to catch him. A loud thud echoed as he collided with the floor, but if it helped a little his head hit the padded carpet.
"Call 911 now AJ!" Punk screamed at the top of his lungs even though she was only a few feet away from him. He quickly knelt down to check on Randy trying to lightly shake him awake. AJ in her chaotic search for the phone almost dropped it, but was able to get herself together in time to call 911.
"911 what's your emergency?" The monotonous voice of the operator was barely audible in AJ's ear.
"Hello, um we have a 31 year old male who just collapsed. Uh, Punk is he breathing?" She turned towards Punk while he bent down to see if Randy was even garnering oxygen.
"He's still breathing, but barely." AJ nodded and went back to frantically speaking with the operator.
"He's breathing, but barely." After a argumentative conversation with the operator AJ startled Punk when she screamed. "15 MINUTES! HE MIGHT BE DEAD BY THEN!" She hung up and knelt down beside Punk. "I hope you can carry him, because we're driving there."
"What happened to an ambulance who knows how to take care of a dying man?" Punk started to lift Randy onto his shoulders as AJ grab the keys.
"Well if we wait 15 minutes, the Undertaker won't be the only one saying R.I.P." She pushed the front door open and ran towards the car trying to unlock it while Punk followed swiftly while trying to make sure Randy's head didn't hit the door. Just then a car stopped next to them onto the sidewalk and rolled the windows down.
"Oh my god, what happened to Randy?" The person asked with a concerned look on their face.
"Ah you must be Kelly right? I'm AJ, Tiffany's friend and that's Punk, Randy's house guest. Not to be a burden, but Randy's dying so can you drive us to the hospital?"
"Sure hop in quickly." Kelly unlocked the car doors while AJ climbed into the car seat next to her and Punk place Randy in the back before getting in and shutting the door as they sped off making everyone hit their head on the seats. "Did you call an ambulance?"
"We did, but the lady said the ambulance would take 15 minutes even though the hospital is like 5 minutes away." AJ's words came out angrily, due to her still boiling from the stupidity of the person on the other line. She quickly buckled in her seat belt while Punk was in the back seat, still trying to get Randy to wake up.
"Do you guys know why he's unconscious?" Kelly asked as she made a sharp right turn causing Punk and AJ to collide head first with the windows.
"No, but if you keep driving like that we will be as well." AJ said trying to straighten her back in her seat.
"Actually, when I tried to get Randy to respond, I saw he was holding this." He handed the letter to AJ.
"How in the world did you find time to get this while trying to carry Randy?" AJ inquired raising an eyebrow.
"Because it was kinda stuck in his hand. It was like he was glued to it or something." AJ felt satisfied with that answer and turned away from Punk and read the letter. Her jaw dropped and her eyes widened. "Randy Keith Orton the court has decided to grant your ex-spouse Samantha Speno full custody of your daughter Alanna Marie Orton? How could they do this? Alanna means the world to Randy!" AJ, Punk and just about everyone that was close to Randy in the locker room knew he was going through a hellish divorce. Randy and his wife were getting into arguments a lot more than they had before they had a daughter, but they never got a long much anyways. It always made Randy wonder how in the world they got together or cooperated with each other for so many years and still decided to remain together.
"The court system doesn't understand that like we do unfortunately." Punk grunted and checked to see if Randy was breathing. Kelly on the other hand was still shocked at the fact that Randy had a daughter and had been married once. She always remembered him as a player in high school, not intentionally though. He was just trying to find the right girl for him and unfortunately he had to break some hearts along the way. Sadly, even now, he had not completed that task. Kelly just barely escaped her thoughts long enough to notice that she almost missed the hospital and slammed on the brake. Punk and AJ even being buckled in tightly experienced brief, but burning shoulder pain.
"We're here, come on." Kelly quickly unbuckled herself and ran out of the car towards the main entrance while Punk and AJ were trying to get Randy out of the car safely.
"Geez, we already have Randy going to the hospital, if she keeps driving like that we'll be in there soon enough."
"Stop being so rude Phil." AJ slapped him on the arm and assisted him in getting Randy on Punk's shoulders as the ran to catch up with Kelly and found her in the main lobby explaining what had happened to the doctor. A hospital bed flew in front of Punk as he was instructed by the nurses to place him down gently onto the bed. As soon as that was accomplished Punk was roughly shoved backwards by the oncoming rush of nurses that soon crowded around Randy as they pushed him off to familiar territory: the emergency room.
"If you want to talk about being rude you should have seen the way those nurses shoved me." Punk angrily retorted as he rubbed his aching pectoral muscle. "Some of them have really bony shoulders."
"Quit your whining and call Evan you wimp. I think Randy's condition is a little bit more important then your chest pain." Punk grudgingly agreed as he took out his phone and dialed Evan's number. AJ turned towards Kelly and gestured for her to sit down in the waiting room with her.
"Do you think he's going to be okay?" Kelly asked, slightly scared that Randy could possibly have suffered another heart attack.
"I'm sure he will Kelly. Randy's a strong guy, and he's already survived one heart attack. He'll pull through, you should know that better than I do considering your his best friend."
"Well, was." Kelly gave AJ a little shrug at the though of her vague and unsure condition relationship with Randy.
"Ah, Randy told me about that. Randy does feel genuinely sorry. I don't know if you've known me long enough to trust me, but if you ask Tiff I'm a very trustworthy person." AJ gave Kelly a comforting smile. "Oh speaking of Tiff, want me to give her a call so she can come and check up on you?"
"I think you should be more worried about Randy, but if it doesn't burden you."
"No problem, I'll be right back." With that AJ gave her a little, friendly, squeeze on the shoulder and walked off to get a connection for her phone leaving Kelly to ponder about Randy's unknown future."
"Good match guys, great work in the ring. Haven't slacked off much in your time off eh, Evan?" Sheamus gave him a pat on the back and messed with his hair for a few seconds before focusing on packing his gym bag. Evan adjusted his hair to fit the normal mold while Zack came out of the shower with a change of clean clothes.
"I was suspended not injured, so naturally I haven't lost a step. Especially since it's only been like a week or so of not being in a WWE ring." He grabbed his bag and slung it over his shoulder. He pushed the locker room door open with Sheamus and Zack following suit. Outside they were greeted by Layla and Kaitlyn.
"Hey boys, have fun killing each other in there? Did you kick Stephen's ass?" Layla laughed at Sheamus' scowl and poked him on the side. "Oh come on Stephen, I'm just messing with you...or did you really get your ass kicked?"
"Well if you count me sneaking up on him with a Rough Ryder and Evan hitting an Air Bourne on him, then yes, you can say we kicked this Irish broski's ass."
"Really? Nice job." Layla high-fived Zack and they laughed while Sheamus was scolding them. Somewhere along the way Kaitlyn jumped on Zack's back and pretended to give him a Dolph Ziggler lookalike sleeper hold and he pretended to be knocked unconscious on the floor. Evan only laughed at the group when his cellphone rang.
"Evan speaking."
"Hey Air Bourne you might just want to come to the hospital with those lug heads." He was a bit taken aback by the fact that Punk decided to call him, because Punk almost never calls anyone. However, he was not surprised by his cranky attitude.
"The hospital? Did I miss a check-up or something?" Evan had no idea what Punk was telling him to go to the hospital for.
"No you dumb ass it's not about you. It's because of Randy."
"Randy, didn't he already get discharged? I mean he drove you to our house from the airport." Evan was even more confused now.
"Oh my god, you know what? You're so stupid. Randy, is in the hospital! Alright? He collapsed after finding out the court gave full custody of his daughter to his ex-wife. There! Now get your ass over here with the rest of those hooligans!"
"Wait Punk!" Beeeep. Punk hung up before hearing Evan's pleading words. Evan was shocked and worried beyond belief. His brother not only suffered a heart attack, but he suffered it only a few days ago. If his collapse signaled another heart attack, he could be done for. He was upset too after hearing the court's decision. How could the court be so stupid? He ran towards the pack and started dragging Zack and Sheamus despite their superior sizes.
"Oi, Evan, what's the deal? You're pulling on my poor wrists."
"Yeah what gives broski?" Sheamus and Zack were trying to protest to no avail.
"What's up is that we are going to the hospital to check on Randy. He collapsed just now and Punk, AJ and Kelly are there now." Layla and Kaitlyn ran to catch up with them, over hearing their conversation.
"Why's Randy in the hospital?" A concerned Layla asked.
"I'll explain in the car. Sheamus you drive, Ryder in the front seat, Layla, Kaitlyn and I are in the back." He tossed Sheamus the keys as the approached Evan's car. They all quickly jumped in and Sheamus quickly, but steadily backed out of the parking lot and drove off towards the hospital.
"So what's up with ole Randy, Evan?" Sheamus asked. Evan looked disgruntled.
"Randy got home and found a letter from the court foolishly making the decision to grant his slutty ex-wife full custody of their daughter. Punk and AJ found him collapsed on the living room, most likely from shock. Well that's my guess." Evan started to rub his temples.
"How old is his daughter?" Kaitlyn looked towards Layla for an answer.
"About 4 years old I think."
"Don't worry broski, Randy's strong enough to pull through this and Sheamus' expert driving skills will get us there before you know it right Sheamus?"
"Of course fella."
"I can't believe I'm gonna say this, but since we're in a rush to get there, floor it Stephen." Evan and Kaitlyn quickly made sure their seat belts were buckled in tightly and securely while Zack just sat their unknown of what was to happen.
"You can't possibly be as reckless as a driver as Evan's brother."
"Wanna bet?" Sheamus gave Zack a quick evil smirk and soon the speed they were driving at increased to 100 mph. Zack's head collided with the seat while everyone in the back was holding on for dear life.
"Ow! Sheamus as much as I care about him i don't want to be in the same position Randy's in right now, slow down!"
"Too late." The ride to the hospital was faster yet more dangerous then imaginable."
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