Title: The Voices

Rated: M (Mature)

Genre(s): Romance/Angst

Pair(s): Randy/Adam, Kane/Randy, Wade/Randy, Jay/Heath, Phil/Jeff, etc.

Summary: Randy has been keeping a secret from Adam, and it is threatening to destroy their relationship. What is that secret? And when all is out in the open, will their love survive?

Disclaimer: I don't own anyone, besides my OCs.

Warning: Slash, Violence, Mpreg

Part: 14/? – Heath and Jeff Updates

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Heath had curled in on himself, his hands on his now-flat stomach as he traced over the row of trim, neat stitches. His normally lively eyes were hazed over and there were tears that threatened to fall down his cheeks, but they never did. The red-head had been in that same position for close to two hours, and had refused to allow the nurses to fix the amount of pain medication in his IV. No amount of medication would fix the hole in his heart. And Jay sat at his bedside the entire time, afraid to leave him, but he knew that he would have to soon if he wanted to sleep before Raw. Tentatively, he reached for Heath's hand. Heath allowed him to take it.

Heath hadn't said a word. He hadn't needed to. Jay could see every emotion that he felt written clearly on his handsome face. And every second that Heath looked at him so brokenly, Jay's resolve to castrate John Laureinitis increased. He didn't care if it got him fired – hell, he doubted Heath would want to work there after what had happened. Jay could still remember how elated Heath had been when he found out that it was a little girl. The baby had been named before she was even born – Isabelle Christine. And Jay knew that it killed Heath to know that he would never be able to hold her. It killed Jay too.

Gently, Jay stroked the red-head's side. He was careful to avoid the site of the D&C – he didn't want Heath to think on that more than he had to. Just as he expected, Heath instantly relaxed under his touch. The red-head unfurled his body and stretched out on the soft hospital bed, careful not to put too much strain on his stitches. The tears finally streaked down his face, slow and calculated. He truly hated to look weak in front of his husband, but he just didn't care anymore. Jay continued to stroke every inch of flawless skin that he could reach, circling 'round the injury over and over. Heath's breath stuttered, before he started to sob.

"I really hate to do this, Heath. You know that I would stay here if I could. But the bastard GM has me in a match and I need sleep if I don't want to be reinjured." Jay said lowly. He handed Heath a tissue to dry his face.

"I don't… I don't want you to leave me." Heath stuttered out. There was a certain terror in his eyes that couldn't be described with words, and it made Jay's heart ache.

"I know that, babe. I don't want to leave you either." Jay returned. "I can call Justin if you want. I'm sure that he wouldn't mind coming to sit with you for a few hours."

Heath's eyes lit up for the first time in hours and it made Jay's heart flutter. "You would do that for me?"

"I would do anything for you, baby." Jay said honestly.

Heath watched silently as Jay called Justin. Heath could almost hear the other man frantically screaming on the other end of the line, worried about his best friend. Within fifteen minutes, the ravenette was in the room and forcing Jay out so that he could be with the red-head. Heath cast his husband a sheepish smile, before he allowed Justin to dote over him. The African had always been a little obsessive when it came to his welfare, but maybe that was because they had known each other for so many years and were practically inseparable by now. Jay offered Heath a small smile, before he started back to the hotel. He knew that Heath was in good hands.

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Jeff blinked slowly. Everything was a little bit blurry. He felt a small burn at his thigh, and when he looked down, he saw that he had bitten down on the end of his cigarette and the lit end had burned a hole in his pants. He cussed under his breath, before he spit out the vile tobacco and threw it and the broken half into the ashtray. After he had lit another one, he pulled forward a bit to unlatch the car from his back. And then he opened the door and stumbled outside. He wasn't in any pain and there wasn't any blood, so that was a good thing. He must've blacked out from the whiplash or something…

He sighed when his eyes fell on a cherry red BMW, which had collided with the bed of his truck. At that moment, he seriously considered hitting something. Out of all the people that could've hit him, it had to be her. Jeff frowned and tried to blow a perfect smoke ring as Maryse climbed out of the car, glaring daggers at him as she came around from to inspect the damage. When she started to scream at him in fluent French, he knew that he was in for a long and painful night. What he wouldn't give for a shot of something, anything to knock him out so he wouldn't have to endure the torture! But fate had never been on his side…

"Yes, I will pay for the damages. I know that your car is a wreck, I have two working eyes. If it'll make you feel better, I have a sledge in the back. Take a couple cracks at my car. I don't give a damn."

Maryse continued to scream in French.

"Y'know, I never did enjoy those French lessons in school. I think I fell asleep in that class… until Mademoiselle Williams came along. She had to have the biggest set I had ever seen -,"

Maryse slapped him across the face, before she stalked off to find a phone to call the police.

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