Sorry... this one took me a bit longer, but heck... it also is pretty long. Enjoy!

I sadly do not own anyone or anything... Wish I'd own Cody and Randy though. *starts dreaming*

As soon as he stepped into the house again, he felt that something was wrong, absolutely wrong. That silence was never a good sign.

Closing the door behind him, turning around, he saw her, saw her lifeless frame on the floor. Or so he thought.

His breath hitched as he ran over to her as fast as humanly possible, kneeling, almost sliding, down beside her. His hands started shaking as he laid one of them on her back, feeling her body heave.

*She's still breathing.*

"Tammy?"

His voice came out as a whisper, almost cracking.

"Tammy?"

This time it was louder, more stern, with panic in it. He did not get an answer though.

Next, his other hand traveled to her throat, feeling her pulse. Thanks god something from the Marines was still in him.

*Slow, weak, but steady… and she has one.*

A small sigh of relief escaped his lips. He got up, pulling his phone out of the back pocket of his jeans, dialing 911 with his still shaking fingers, eyes raking over every part of her body.

*No signs of blood.*

His heart jumped a bit.

*She'll be okay.*

He drove with her to the nearest hospital, holding her hand, gently squeezing it every now and then to make her feel that he was there. She still had not opened her eyes. The paramedics had put an oxygen mask above her nose and mouth, helping her breath, trying to steady her. Machines kept checking her pulse and blood pressure throughout the whole drive. Randy could not take his eyes off her. In only a few days, she had changed so much. She looked fragile now, hurt, eyes showing signs of exhaustion.

His heart ached. He wasn't only worried about her anymore; her signs were good, constant… but what about the baby?

He was pacing around in the waiting area of the hospital. They did not let him in with her while they were running all kind of tests. Every time someone came out of her room, he asked, he pleaded to tell him how the baby is, how she is, but he never got an answer. It has already been going like this for two hours now. His phone was meanwhile buzzing like crazy: Four missed calls from Sam, but he could not answer her now, not now.

The next time a doctor came out of her room, he rushed over to him, blocking his way.

"How is she?"

The doctor eyed him questioningly.

"Are you a family member? Husband?"

Randy bit his lip, shaking his head, stammering.

"No… I… "

The doctor sighed, taking off his glasses, rubbing them off on his uniform.

"Sorry, but I'm not allowed to give you any information on her condition then."

Randy was shivering now, tears building up in his usually sparkling blue eyes, mouth dry.

"Please… I'm the father of the baby. Just please!"

The doctor shrugged as he put his glasses back on.

"I'm sorry."

Randy looked at the floor, shoulders slumping in defeat, shaking slightly from the sobs coming out of him by now.

"I… can you… can you just tell me… if the baby's alive… if she… she will be okay?"

The doctor sighed heavily, looking around as if to check if someone was listening on, before looking back at Randy, nodding slowly.

"She'll be okay. The baby will be okay… IF she starts taking better care of herself. She looks as if she didn't sleep in days. She also didn't eat a lot from the way she looks like and from what her blood tests have shown, she has almost no minerals in it. In the few minutes she's been awake, she said something about the two jobs she's working. That's a definite "No go" for the future."

Randy felt more and more guilt build inside of him, realizing just what he had really done to her. It was him, and only him, to be blamed for the state she currently was in, no one else. Biting his lip, slumping back down on one of the chairs, he slowly nodded his head, running a hand over his face, mumbling.

"So it was just stress? Exhaustion?"

The doctor nodded, smiling at him in sympathy.

"You better take good care of her and the baby. She needs rest, a lot of rest. She needs to eat properly, many vitamins. She needs to drink at least two bottles of water a day. And most of all she'll need someone to watch her for at least two weeks just to make sure that she's okay and that she's following the orders we'll still give her when she wakes up again. Right now we gave her some medicine so she can sleep for a while."

Randy swallowed, chewing his lips as he looked at his hands, his ring finger in particular.

*How can I? Sam's going to kill me. I can't stay with her for two weeks.*

The same moment those thoughts run through his head, Cody walked into the waiting-area. Randy had called him seconds after they arrived at the hospital. He needed him there now. And not only he, but Tammy, cause Randy knew he couldn't stay for hours with Sam already being hot on his heals and he wanted his best friend to watch her, to stay with her, at least until he found a way to come back. They shared a short man-hug; Cody rubbing a hand soothingly over Randy's back, smiling at him sincerely, warmly.

"How is she?"

Randy had not told him about the baby, not yet. Maybe he would do it now? He shook his head, sighing, as he leant back into the chair.

"She's better already. They won't tell me much though, seeing I'm neither a family-member nor her husband. They only said she'll be okay."

Cody bit his lip and nodded, taking in the information he just got as he took the chair next to Randy, who finally seemed to calm down a bit.

"So… why do you want me to stay with her? For how long?"

Randy looked at his young friend, swallowing, slightly lowering his head, voice barely hearable.

"She… well… she's… pregnant."

Cody's eyes widened, looking at his friend, his mentor, in awe. He tilted his head, blinking.

"She… what?"

Randy swallowed again, this time deciding to look at his friend, lips pressed together hard before he repeated himself.

"She's pregnant."

Cody did not say anything for a while, just staring at his friend, trying to register what he had just told him.

"Can you just stay with her till I get a chance to come back here, please? Sam's already suspicious again. I'll tell her you didn't feel quite well after a bump you've gotten last night at your match and I went with you to a doctor today, to make sure you're alright. Tell her that I'm sorry when she wakes up."

Cody stayed silent all the time, taking everything in, only nodding in reply, listening, wondering, until he finally spoke, arching a brow as he tilted his head slightly to the right.

"Sorry?… Why?… What happened?"

Randy shook his head as he got up; straightening himself, patting the younger mans shoulder.

"She'll know what I mean."

He took a deep breath, looking back at the room she now lay in.

"Call me when something's wrong! I'll be back as soon as possible."

With that he left, not only the waiting-area, but also the hospital, Cody's eyes following his frame until he was out of sight. He had a lot to register now: Pregnant, passed out -that much he knew from the phone-call Randy had given him-, sorry.

*What is he sorry for?*

However, he did not get much time to think as a nurse approached him only mere minutes later.

"Are you Mister Orton?"

Cody snapped out of it, looking at her, shaking his head.

"No, I'm Mister Runnels. My friend had to… well… leave. I'm also friends with Miss Sanchez though."

The nurse nodded, smiling the same fake smile he had seen so many times before from other people working with hundreds of clients and family-members or friends of them day in and day out.

"Well, she's awake now. You can see her if you want to."


Next chapter might have a small surprise in it. But only if you're nice and review! :)