Two hours later, Alix had cried herself out and was leaning her back against the divider between her balcony and John and Randy's. Only fifteen minutes after Morrison's fall, the ambulance had been called and he had been transported to the same hospital as R-Truth, Matt, and Edge. But no matter what anyone said to her, she wouldn't move. She eventually just stared at a spot on the cement, completely and utterly silent.
"Alix, Ally, are you there?" Randy leaned down after he couldn't take the girl sitting there silently anymore. "Please, hon, you're scaring me…"
Randy reached an arm out to stroke the girl's cheek softly; but as soon as his skin brushed hers, she screamed loudly, shutting her eyes and drawing her legs and arms into herself as if she was in pain. He backed up, his eyes wide, and waited for the scream to get quieter and quieter until it eventually stopped.
Randy pulled Cena out onto the balcony, who was just as freaked out by Alix's current state as he was.
"Do something, lover boy." He grunted, pushing Cena in front of the X-Stinger. Cena backed up into him.
"Randy…I'm scared." He said, doing the best he could to get away from her. Randy stood there in front of Alix deep in thought as Cena ran back into the hotel room, sitting cross-legged on one of the beds.
"There's only one person that can fix this." Randy snapped his fingers. "…and he's not with the WWE anymore. Damn. Mattie knows where he is! …And Mattie's in the hospital. Damn. We'd have to take her somewhere…and that means moving her…and she'd scream. …Johnny! Do we have any duct tape?"
"Of course we do!" Cena shouted back, already rummaging through the closet that held the two's suitcases. "Why?"
"Just bring it here!" Randy held out a hand, but his eyes never left Alix.
"What color?" John came walking back with an arm full of different rolls of duct tape. "We have pink, neon green, forest green, red, orange, sky blue, dark blue, neon blue, turquoise…"
Randy randomly picked out one of the colors, which ended up to be sky blue, and tore off a decent amount of it. Lacking scissors, he used his teeth.
"Johnny…whenever I ask for duct tape and I don't have scissors…please bring them to me too." He spat a few times on the ground. "Never make me go through that again – duct tape tastes awful."
Cena laughed and headed back into the hotel, not staying long enough to see what Randy would be doing with his new duct tape.
The Viper got down on his knees in front of Alix, holding the tape taut between his hands. "Okay…Alix…I know you're going to try and scream at me for this…but it's your own good, okay? We're taking you to someone who will make this better."
Slowly he sealed the tape around Alix's lips. She tried to scream, but now she couldn't. Her eyes stayed wide, but she wasn't fighting. Apparently all she wanted to do was scream.
Randy smiled a little bit and lifted her up, one arm on her back and one arm behind her knees. She still wasn't fighting, but she was trying to scream. He carried her into the hotel room and set her down on his bed.
"Randy, what are you doing with her?" Cena looked wide-eyed at his friend. "You didn't tell me you were duct taping her!"
"Look, if I touch her, she screams." Randy shrugged. "And she won't move on her own. But I know someone that can fix this. I have to get her to him…and that involves moving her. Duct tape keeps her quiet."
John put his hand to his face, in a 'you are an idiot' look. "…where are we taking her?"
Randy smiled, with John's acceptance. "We have two stops. One in Matt Hardy's hospital room. One in…well, I'll let you find out."
"Great just great…look, if we're taking her somewhere like that I have to go check and see if the people at the front desk are still there." Cena shook his head. "And you should probably alert Hunter that you're kidnapping his daughter. That would be a nasty surprise for him when he realizes she's gone."
"You kidding me? I'm her brother." Randy laughed. "And besides, Mark is her father."
"Nu-uh, Hunter is…" Cena sang as he walked out the door, heading for the front lobby.
Randy sat down beside Alix, who was laying there, looking dead. Just like she had been on the balcony. She had given up trying to scream, and was staring pathetically at a spot on the wall – like she was going to cry.
"You can't stay like this…" he whispered, patting her knee. "We need someone to take down the Nexus…and you're the girl to do that. We can't do it alone…we need you."
"I'm back!" Cena announced as he walked back in the hotel room. "And I told Hunter. He'll be over in a minute. Oh! And no one's at the front desk, so we should be able to get her out easy."
"Why is Hunter coming over…?" Randy groaned. "I'd like to get her where she needs to be ASAP."
"'Cause he's pretty much her caretaker, and he may want to come with us." Cena rolled his eyes.
As if on cue, Triple H walked through the door, without knocking or anything. "Alright, you guys ready?" At Randy's shocked look, he replied, "Cena told me everything. You usually have decent plans – so I doubt that this will be a bad one."
Randy shrugged and grabbed Alix as he had before, and she started trying to scream again. She still wasn't trying to fight though – which was good.
"And off we go!" Cena grinned, holding the door open for Randy and Hunter.
The three walked down and out of the hotel and piled into Hunter's rental SUV, which is usually what carted them around anyway.
"So…the hospital first?" The King of Kings looked to the second row of seats, where Randy and Alix were seated. Randy nodded, not letting his eyes off of the X-Stinger.
For about five minutes the car was completely silent, in which John was pretty much twitching the entire time. "It's too damn quiet…" he said, leaning over towards the radio. "What tunes did you bring with you, Hunt?"
"They're in a glove compartment." He waved over towards the compartment in front of the Superstar clad in purple and yellow, not taking his eyes off of the road. He was trying to speed just enough so that he could slow down in a police officer decided to come out of nowhere.
Cena immediately went digging, looking for something to listen to.
"Triple H listens to…Linkin Park, Nickelback, Staind, Skillet, Three Days Grace…damn you, Hunter, you don't have Eminem…" Cena muttered, shutting the door to the glove compartment and crossing his arms.
"Sorry I don't stock up with Cena's favorite stuff." Hunter chuckled, still not looking away from the road. "If you can't find anything you like just put on the radio."
"Nah, I'll sit here in silence." Cena pouted. "Since no one feels like talking."
"You better be quiet – I think she finally fell asleep." Randy growled from the backseat. Hunter abruptly pulled over to the side of the road.
"Is that it then?" he asked, turning back and looking between Randy and the now sleeping Alix. "Should we just head back to the hotel? She's asleep – and when she wakes up she'll probably be fine."
"No." Cena said, glaring at Hunter. "Get to Matt. I'd rather be sure she's fine then get back to the hotel and have her screaming again."
Hunter looked skeptically at Randy; the one to bring the three on this trip in the first place. The Viper pointed at John and nodded, trying to say that John was right. Hunter sighed and shook his head, pulling back onto the main road and back towards the hospital.
Thirty minutes later, at most, John and Triple H burst into the hospital, Randy still back in the SUV with Alix.
"Matt Hardy." Hunter demanded, almost crashing into the front desk. "Where is Matt Hardy?"
The skinny receptionist looked back up at him and John with wide eyes. "Room three twenty-four."
Triple H bolted off while John quickly smiled at the girl. "Thanks, sorry about scaring the crap out of you."
Finishing that sentence, John shot off after Hunter, leaving the girl confused and almost in shock.
The two wrestlers ignored the elevators and stormed up the stairs, trying to get to the third floor as quickly as possible. Luckily enough for them, there was absolutely no one in the staircases, so there was no one for them to scare out of their minds. …Yet, of course.
On the third floor, the only people walking around were doctors. Nevertheless, the sight of two burly men racing around a hospital floor couldn't have been any more normal to see.
"Three twenty-four!" John suddenly shouted, pointing directly at a gold plate on the front of one of the many white doors in the narrow hallway. Hunter nodded and opened it surprisingly quietly for how fast they had been racing around just minutes earlier.
Matt jolted up in response to John and Hunter coming through the door.
"H-Hey guys, what do you want…?" he asked quietly, shrinking away from the two larger wrestlers.
"To make a long story short, Hunter, Randy and I need to know where your brother is." John said, semi-calmly. "Where is Jeff Hardy?"
AN: May I say how excited I am that the Undertaker AND Triple H returned last night? Is that okay? CAUSE I'M REALLY REALLY EXCITED!
…Anyway…what do we think? About Alix's depression, about Hunt and Cena asking about Jeffers…? How will Alix possibly be cheered up? REVIEW!