Isn't it funny how every fanfiction I read somehow mentions how talented and underused WWE Divas like Beth, Natalya and Tamina are? Everyone realizes that except the Creative Staff, what a shame. Still excited after Lita made an appearance at the 1000th show, she put on a better show with those 2 moves than the divas can in today's time.

The phone in her pocket had buzzed a couple of times only to be ignored by its owner. She was currently stacked with appointments and was trying to do her best to listen to her patients without being interrupted. Her patients would literally flip tables sometimes if she ignored them for a conversation with someone else. A few minutes later her last appointment ended and she finally peaked at her cellphone. Her mouth dropped wide open when she saw that she had 30 missed calls. AJ had called her 6 times while Evan was responsible for the other 24. The voice mail AJ left declared a very vague statement talking about going to the hospital with no valid reason as to why. After saying her good byes to her secretary and her assistant she dialed Evan's number as she got into her car. Thankfully, he picked up after 2 or 3 rings.

"Tiffany why didn't you pick up? I called you like 3 times!"

"Evan you called me 24 times. No wonder Randy was always the math genius of the family."

"You know I'm a science nerd Tiffany."

"Yeah whatever, anyways, what is the meaning of you calling me 24 times?"

"Well, my brother collapsed and Kelly, your house guests, a couple of friends of mines and I are at the hospital. It would be kinda nice of you to you know come by and visit Randy and you know keep Kelly calm."

"What's wrong with both of them?"

"I'll tell you about Randy later, but right now I need you to get here before Kelly has a panic attack. So get here, I'll be waiting at the front entrance for you."

"Alright, thanks Evan, I'll see you in two minutes."

"The distance from your office to the hospital is 10 minutes Tiffany, unless you try to get arrested there is no way your car is gonna get here in 2 minutes."

"Evan, I've met your brother, so i know how to get somewhere quickly."

"Tiffany don't get yourself killed."

"Oh, of course I won't, see you in a little bit."

"Hopefully not on a stretcher."

"Definitely, bye."

"Bye." Once the conversation ended Tiffany drove out of the parking lot at lightning speed racing past agitated drivers, old ladies who shouldn't be anywhere near a car and a few pedestrians along the way. Unlike what she had planned she arrived at the hospital in 5 minutes seeing Evan in front of the hospital just as planned. She quickly found a parking space and ran towards the hospital.

"Told you you wouldn't make it in 2 minutes." Evan joked as he led Tiffany to where everyone else was idling patiently.

"Well duh, I had to stop at some red lights." Tiffany retorted as they got in an elevator.

"Some red lights?"

"Well, I didn't exactly stop at all of them." Tiffany smiled innocently at Evan as he looked at her disapprovingly while the elevator doors closed.

Soon after Evan and Tiffany went up the elevator an unknown face walked through the front entrance. Prancing around in her 5 inch heels, she slowly walked up to the girl at the front desk who was surprisingly a more familiar face.

"May I ask where Randy Orton is?" One of the nurses was busy taking a phone call so Maria instead took over the conversation.

"May I ask what your relation to him is?" The two women stood there in silence for a moment before the mysterious woman in heels spoke up. "I'm an old acquaintance of his."

He paced back and forth impatiently. It'd been at least an hour since Randy was in the emergency room, but the doctors still hadn't reported on his condition yet. He stopped for a second tapping his foot rapidly against the floor and soon he started the pacing process once again. The other man sitting in the chair soon got annoyed by his actions.

"Will you just sit down?" He stopped pacing and looked down glaring at the sudden outburst.

"I can't sit still. Not until I at least find out about Randy's condition." Then again he restarted the whole cycle. The man in the chair grunted and sat back into the chair, his back sliding a bit further down as he went limp. The one standing only sighed as he got back to his routine. He was in deep thought right at the moment.

"Punk...hello? Punk can you hear me?" Punk unknowingly ignored the gentleman who had gotten off his ass and was now trying to snap the Straight-Edge Superstar from his trance. "Hello, earth to Phil?"

Punk snapped out of his thoughts and looked a bit surprised at the man. "What now Mike?" Mike flinched at Punk's sudden 360 spin in order to face him, but he soon regathered his composure.

"You okay man? You seem kinda out of it."

"I'm perfectly fine."

"Thinking about your little girlfriend?" Mike smirked as Punk gave him an evil glare.

"She is not my girlfriend." Punk replied sternly. Mike looked away innocently whistling. "Sure she isn't Punk. Keep on spreading the lies."

"I'm the voice of reason, I don't preach lies."

"Yeah yeah I know. Anyways, what are you thinking about? A penny for your thoughts Phillip?" If looks could kill, Mike would've been shot dead several times by now.

"Don't call me that." Mike just let out a laugh.

"You and Randy are the same. Can't handle the beautiful names you were given at birth, eh Phillip?" Punk punched him on the arm as Mike grasped his arm in pain.

"Ow! That hurt!"

"Good it should have." The roles reversed as Punk was the one smirking now while Mike was giving him the death stare. When it looked like Mike was about to counter attack a nurse swept around the corner.

"Um, excuse me? What are you doing?" The nurse gave them a curious look as Punk had Mike in a headlock and he was elbowing Punk in the ribs.

"Oh nothing, just a friendly hug that's all." Punk released his hold on Mike's neck as he patted his back with hard hitting shots. Mike almost stumbled forward, but was quick enough to regain his balance.

"Uh huh, anyways your friend Mr. Orton, is awake right now. If you would like, only 2 people at a time can go see him." Mike and Punk looked at each other with looks of relief spread across their faces. Quickly, they thanked the nurse and raced down the hallway towards the room she told them Randy was in. They didn't hear the nurse lecturing them not to run in the hospital as they reached Randy's room noticing that Kelly and AJ were missing while only Kaitlyn, Sheamus, Zack and Layla were standing outside.

"You're girlfriend's in there with Kelly." Sheamus's thick accent interrupted the silence and a small hint of anger reached Punk's face.

"For the last time she isn't my girlfriend!"

"Well I didn't call AJ your girlfriend, but if you declare it." Sheamus rose his arms in mock surrender as Mike was about to burst out laughing. Punk just fumed in a corner until AJ suddenly opened the hospital door. Like a pack of starving wolves, everyone instantly circled around her parading her with questions with no escape.

"How's Randy doing?"

"Why'd he faint?"

"Why isn't Kelly with you?" AJ was trying to explain everything, but the overwhelming amount of questions made her head hurt. Not being able to take it anymore she screamed. "SHUT UP!" Everyone instantly froze. Both from being frightened by her tone of voice and because they realized that she was about to rage. They slowly backed away from her as she began to regain her composure.

"Okay..now that we're all settled down." She looked around at the frightened faces that were nodding. "Randy apparently collapsed due to shock and dehydration. His condition right now is stable, but we can't make him angry or surprised because if we do, his heart could give way. Understand?" Everyone nodded in agreement while AJ sat down on a chair. "Oh, and 3 people at a time. 2 at a time though since Kelly's in there." Soon everyone had a turn at looking at Orton until lastly AJ got up and walked over to Punk.

"You are going in alone."

"What why, don't i go in with Zack?"

"No Zack already went in with me and Kelly. You however, Randy wants to chat with you alone." Punk was a confused as she walked back to her seat and Kelly exited the room.

"All yours Phil."

"Got it, thanks Kelly." Although they barely got time to talk, it could be said that Kelly and Punk were friends. Once he walked in he silently and slowly shut the door making sure not to startle Randy.

"Hey Punk." Punk slightly jumped as he turned around to see a pale Randy lying in bed with IV's all over the place. He walked over to him and sat down getting a good look at Randy's smiling face. They didn't say anything for a few seconds until Punk spoke up,

"Why?" This seemed to catch Randy's attention as he tilted his head away from the window and looked at Punk who had his eyes focused on the floor. Randy knew what Punk was talking about, but he really wished it wasn't that topic.

"Why what?" Randy tried to play dumb, to ignore having to discuss this. He knew it was unavoidable, but he did trust Punk, so it was only right for him to know. Besides, he was good at keeping secrets.

"You know damn well what I mean by 'why' Orton. Why me? Why now?" Randy stared at the ceiling. Lost in his thoughts, trying to get a good response for Punk who was looking for answers.

"You're a good friend Punk. You can be trusted. I mean...after all...in Punk We Trust right?" Randy managed a small light chuckle before a few coughs slipped out. His voice was raspy, dry and weak. Randy looked like he was terminally ill.

"Real funny. Don't try to avoid the subject at hand here. We were not always such great friends Orton. We used to hate each other, remember? That was, until we worked things out last year. You have your brother, your childhood friends, Sheamus, Layla, Zack even, but why tell me, me out of everyone? I just don't get it." Punk sat down in the seat next to the bed. He put his head down and ran his hands through his head. Randy just layed there, staring at the ceiling. He knew the answer to all of Punk's questions, but he struggled to tell it to him correctly.

"You're right Punk. You're completely right. I have all these people who I can trust around me, who i can confide in, but i chose to tell you instead of my own brother. I know it's killing you, the secret that you have to conceal. I chose to tell you out of everyone, because I knew, you could carry this burden with you your entire life even after my passing." Punk jerked his head upwards looking at Randy's unfocused face.

"What did you say?"

"You heard me."

"That's ridiculous Orton. You are going to get through this with the help of me, your brother and everyone else. You'll recover, come back on the road with us and live a long happy life. Got that?"

Randy couldn't help but laugh at Punk's determination. He was always like that, always looking out for his friends and making sure they were alright. He couldn't help but chuckle at how he always attracted these sort of people.

"Sure Punk alright. If that's what the Voice of the Voiceless wants, then that's what he'll get."

"Keep your word Orton."

"Yes sir." They both shared a laugh, not expecting the impending evil heading towards them at an increasing pace.

"How's Randal doing?" Kelly closed the door quietly as Sheamus approached her with the impending question.

"He's alive, that's for sure."

"He's gonna be okay right?" Mike got out of his seat.

"Of course Mikey, it's Randy he's stronger than most, he'll pull through." Layla put a reassuring hand on Mike's shoulder. He showed a brief sign of relief and nodded.

"Well let's not keep everybody in a dark mood." They all turned their heads to see Evan adn Tiffany heading towards them.

"Whoa what happened here? You guys look like you just saw a ghost." Tiffany joked as her sister walked up to her giving her a hug. "How you doing Kells?"

"I'm alright Tiffany, shouldn't you be more worried about Randy?"

"Well i'm worried about him too, but stupid Evan here told me you were going to have a heart attack if I didn't speed through 3 red lights."

Evan held up his hands innocently, "Hey that is not what I said, don't lie Tiff." Kelly shook her head disapprovingly.

"Tiffany what did I say about driving recklessly?"

"Hey i'm not the only one who does it. Randy is an offender just like me."

"So what does that mean you're both competing to see who can get the most speeding tickets?" While the sisters were arguing Evan approached the guys.

"So Mike where's your girlfriend?" Sheamus smirked and Layla's mouth dropped. Mike gave him a glare.

"Mikey you had a girlfriend and didn't tell me?" Layla poked his chest. "You better tell me, I want to know all about this girl young man."

"She's not my girlfriend dammit! I only met her once and I helped her up when she fell outside that's it." He held up his hands in surrender, but Layla wasn't letting up, at all.

"I'm not convinced."

"Me neither oh awesome one." Sheamus laughed and helped Layla corner him against the wall where there would be no escape from questions. Evan let out a chuckle until he noticed a faint sound of high heels clicking against the floor. Being the first to notice he turned around and saw a not so appealing sight.

"Oh..no...Holy shit."

"What's wrong Evan?" Tiffany turned around at the sound of Evan murmuring to himself staring at something down the hall. She looked in the same direction and her eyes widened.

"Isn't that?" Kelly noticed her sister's sudden realization and looked at the mysterious sight. As the clacking sounds got increasingly louder, the others turned around as well. A mixture of glares, opening mouths, widening eyes and whispers of "oh hell no." emerged as the clacking stopped and the person of interest was standing in front of them. Her shadow stretched down the hallway due to the immense sunlight and hospital lights that were glaring from behind her.

"What are you doing here? You have no business here, leave." Kelly stepped in front of her glaring at her. She had hated her this woman's whole existence ever since they started high school. Ever since their first confrontation, they absolutely loathed each other.

"I have every right to, but its nice to see an old friend after so long." She took off her sunglasses and shoved past her with a smug look on her face. She approached the door and turned the knob despite the desperate attempts of everyone to stop her.

"Are you ever going to tell them?" Randy gazed out the window again. He obviously wasn't focused but he had heard Punk's question.

"Maybe, when the times right I guess."

"Tell who what? That you're a lying cheating bastard." Randy's heart almost stopped. Punk got out of his chair so fast that it flew out from under him. A glare immediately covered his whole face with a hint of disgust.

"What the hell are you doing here? You don't belong here get out now." Punk pointed a stern finger towards the door. The woman, obviously not intimidated at all shrugged past him and approached the bed. Punk was going to go after her, but AJ held him back by the shoulder.

"Don't Punk I know you're his friend, but don't get involved in his family business."

"That woman has no relation to him any longer."

"Please Phil." He sighed deeply and walked out the door with AJ following. He closed the door to prevent curious eyes from looking in and thats when she revealed herself.

"Hello Randy, its been a while since we last saw eye to eye."

"Nice to see you again, Samantha."

So if you didn't notice from the top part of my author's note I began writing this during the 1000th RAW and I had a big massive writer's block so yeah sorry about that. I'm kinda losing faith in this story, mostly because its kinda dragging on and on and my mind is fading to other things. I'm more into other things right now, but I'll finish this story soon to give it a nice conclusion and solution to the wonderful almost non existent plot. Thanks to the reviewers and readers, wish there were more though. Peace out.