A/N: Holy Crap…It's been a while since I've updated…O.O Thanks for all of the reviews~ BTW, I have a twitter account that I'll be posting my updates on. My name up there is Tha_FemmeFatale, so feel free to follow or whatever, haha. I hope that everyone enjoys this chapter~ It's Reg POV

Randy Orton was confused as to what had just transpired in the lobby. All he saw was Jeff yelling at Chris and Punk about something and then all of a sudden he saw Jeff punch Chris square in the face before he stormed out of the hotel. He was worried not only about Chris's well-being, but Punk's as well.

He was well aware of the fact that he and Jeff had been in a steady relationship for 10 months, and from the last time he heard about them that they weren't exactly doing too well as a couple because of their feud. He was hoping that he could find out what exactly was going on, so he walked over to Chris and Shawn to try and find out what exactly just happened.

"Are you alright, Chris? All I saw was Jeff come out of nowhere and then he punches you…! What the hell is going on between you and him?"

He asked and Shawn looked at Randy before he passed Chris a wad of tissues, so that he could stop the bleeding.

"Just tilt your head up, Chris…It's not bleeding anymore, but just in case….And Randy, it's a long story. I'm gonna go check on Phil to make sure that he's alright. I mean, he said that he was okay, but I don't believe him. I'll tell ya on the way there. I'll be back, Chris."

Chris nodded and the pair walked over to the elevator and pressed the button for it to open before they went inside of it.

"So….why did Jeff just suddenly go off on Chris like that? What the fuck did he do to him?"

Shawn let out a sigh. "Well, he didn't do anything except give him a peck on the head. I guess Jeff kinda took it the wrong way or something and he just went off…Like, Phil and him had broken up a week ago-"

"What? No way….! How'd that happen?" Randy asked in disbelief.

"Well, long story short, Jeff said that he was okay with doing the feud when he wasn't and Phil was just talking to him and Jeff dumped him."

"But…I know Phil, Shawn…If Jeff would've told him in the first place that he didn't want to feud Phil wouldn't have even bothered to say what he did on-screen!"

"My point exactly….And after that he told him that they were gonna try to patch things up and then Chris had his lips at the wrong place at the wrong time and now….Yeah…"

"That's fucked up." Randy said earning a shrug and a sigh from the smaller Texan man. "Well…I mean, we can only hope that Phil isn't crying his heart out or worse…"

The elevator stopped on the fifth floor and the door opened. The two of them got out and saw room 503, which was the room that Phil was staying in. They walked over to it and Shawn knocked on the door, hoping for an answer.

"Phil…? Are you alright in there? Randy and I came to make sure that you were after what happened…" After 5 seconds, he didn't get a reply.

"Maybe he fell asleep or something, Shawn." Randy suggested and Shawn just scoffed at his comment.

"That boy doesn't even sleep, Randy. And even if he did, I doubt that he'd do it in the middle of the day or somethin'….Phil?" He tried knocking once more and again there was no answer. He was starting to get a little bit worried for his friend.

"Maybe he's not even in there. Maybe as soon as we came up he went back down to the lobby or something…."

"I don't know, Randy…We would've at least seen him or something on the way up…"

"Alright…I'll just call his cell. If he answers it, then we'll just go to where he's at, okay?" The younger of the two asked and Shawn shook his head. "No…that won't work if he's in the room or something…what if he tried to hurt himself or something because of this?"

"Shawn…"

"Randy."

"Alright, alright…! Just put your ear on the door and listen out for it. If he doesn't answer than he's either ignoring us, sleeping, or….the other. If it comes to that, I'll get the door open."

"How? You don't have a key to his door."

"I'll bust it down."

"Then we'll look like the fucking police, Randy…!" Shawn said and Randy sighed. "Shawn…we already probably look like we're plotting to break into the room to everyone else who walks by….It can't get much worse."

The heartbreak kid rolled his eyes as he tried looking into the peephole of the door before he put his ear on it. "Oh, shut up..! Just call his number already!"

"Alright, alright….! Geez…I hope you don't treat Chris like this all of the time…" Randy muttered before he took out his cell and dialed Phil's number.

"Wait…! I think I hear it ringing, Randy…!"

"Alright…Maybe he'll just get up and answer it.."

"Randy?"

"What?"

"He always answers his phone….! And I didn't see him through the peephole!"

"If that doesn't sound like a stalker then I don't know what do-Ouf!" He was elbowed in the stomach by Shawn. "Okay, okay…!" He said as he rubbed his stomach before he grabbed the door knob and tackled the door, ultimately knocking it off of the hinges and allowing for them to get inside of Phil's hotel room. They saw his I-phone on the floor, but he was nowhere to be found.

"I'll check the bathroom….!" Shawn said as he went over to it. Meanwhile a maid came by and cleared her throat.

"Um….r-room service…?"

Randy looked at the door that was on the floor before he looked back at her. "Um….Nah…we're good, um…I'll…I'll fix that in a second…thanks anyways…"

The nervous looking woman nodded before she left in a hurry as if she were afraid that she ended up getting knocked over like the door ended up getting.

"Oh my God…! PHIL!" Randy heard Shawn yell and then he ran into the bathroom and couldn't believe what he saw. Inside was Phil lying in the bathtub, surrounded by red water instead of it being its average clear color. His skin tone wasn't its average shade anymore, but it was pale like that of a dead or slowly dying person's skin tone would be. Shawn was too stunned by the sight to do anything, so Randy took the initiative and went over to the tub and saw that Phil's right arm had cuts all over it. He tried checking for a pulse on his wrist and managed to find one but it was extremely faint and getting fainter by the minute.

"Shawn, you're gonna have to snap out of it..! Call 911, Now!"

"I…"

"NOW!" He yelled, snapping Shawn out of his shocked state of mind.

"I-I'm going…!" Shawn said as he quickly ran out of the bathroom to call the paramedics. Randy picked up Phil's seemingly lifeless and naked body out of the tub bridal-style, and carried him out of the bathroom where he saw Shawn on the phone.

"1564 Maine Street. We're in the Hilton inn on the fifth floor….Okay…h-he's still alive, but he's lost a lot of blood…just hurry and get here…!" He said as he hung up. "They said that they're gonna be here as soon as they can be…Oh my god, Randy…What if they don't get here on time…?" Shawn panicked and Randy shook his head.

"Shawn, we've just gotta stay calm…! He's still alive, but barely…just barely…"

"I can't believe that he would do something like this…When I see Jeff again I'm gonna-"

"J-Jeff…?" Phil said so softly that it was almost a whisper.

"Phil…?" Shawn said and Randy stopped him as he saw that Phil was going to say something else.

"I…R…Randy?...Wh-….where's Jeff….? I-…is he here….?" He said weakly.

"I…Yeah…he's coming, Phil. He heard about what happened and he's coming to make sure that you're okay….Just save your strength, alright? We've gotta focus on getting you to the hospital and then you can see Jeff."

"J…Jeff doesn't wanna…s…see me….s'mad at me.."

"No, he isn't, Phil….!" Randy lied so that he could keep the second city savior awake. "He's not mad!"

"I…it's so cold….I…I wanna see Jeff, Randy…"

"And you will, Phil. You'll see him soon, but you gotta stay awake, Phil. You won't be able to see him if you don't stay awake..!"

"B-but,….It's cold…so cold….I just wanna see him…" He said as he started to slip out of consciousness.

"You won't be able to see him if you fall asleep, Phil! Don't you dare fall asleep on me! Just hang on a little bit longer!"

"He's in here!" One of the paramedics said as they rushed into the room. Three more of them came in with a stretcher and carefully took him out of Randy's arms as they slowly put him on the stretched before they got him out of there. Randy and Shawn were right behind them as they took the emergency exit to the lobby and left out of the hotel. Chris saw what had happened and he followed them out of the hotel and to the ambulance truck.

"What the…Shawn, what happened to Phil…?"

"It's…Babe, it's a long story….! I…Just make sure that Jeff comes to the hospital!"

"Why not Randy? He doesn't wanna see my face let alone hear from me!" Chris whined and Shawn gave him a kiss on the cheek before he got into the truck along with Randy.

"Cuz Randy's gonna help out in here! Just do it, Chris! I'll see ya at the hospital!" He said as they closed the back of the truck and it sped off, leaving Chris confused.

"Great….They leave calling Jeff to me….!" He sighed as he pulled out his phone. He could only hope that the enigma would answer his call.

"Hello?"

"Matt…?" Chris asked confused. He was expecting the other Hardy to answer, but it was good to hear from the older one again.

"Hey, Chris….Um…Jeff's…Wow….He's really pissed off…Somethin' about you kissin' Phil..? Mind tellin' me what the hell that's about?"

"I-Junior..! Put your brother on the phone!" He waited for a second and then heard a shuffling noise along with a "it's for you." From Matt.

"You've got some fuckin' nerve for callin' me, Chris. Especially after what you and Phil-"

"JEFF, WILL YOU SHUT UP FOR JUST ONE FUCKING SECOND AND LET ME TALK?" Chris yelled. He was still hot about being punched in the face by the rainbow-haired warrior and he was even more upset about the fact that one of his closest friends was about to get emitted into the hospital and the fact that it maybe had something to do with Jeff made him even more upset. There was silence on the other end on the line and he sighed.

"Thank you…! Anyways…Punk came out of the hotel with cuts all over his arm and Shawn told me to make sure that you came to the hospital."

"He….is he….?"

"I don't know…He looked pretty pale. I'm shocked that you're even concerned, Jeff. Especially after what you said and did to him."

"You'd be mad if you saw Shawn kiss someone else-"

"Oh yeah…! I'd get pretty fucking jealous if I saw him kiss a guy on the forehead, Jeff. If that's the case I'm going to have to punch a lot of guys in the face, huh?" Jeff went silent.

"My thoughts exactly. You had no reason to go off like that on poor Phil. The only reason I kissed him was because he was so nervous about what was going to happen between you two in the lobby."

"But…w-why would he do that to himself…?"

"I don't know if you know this or not, but he LOVES you, Jeff. Sure, he might've acted more than a little bit difficult in the feud between you two, but instead of lying to him and telling him that you were more than fine with what he did, you should've just told him the truth. If anything, you had no reason to dump him the way that you did. You two could've just talked it out or something…! "

"But-"

"Shut up! I'm not done! If you would've- no…I know that if you would've told him that you were uncomfortable with doing the feud that he wouldn't even think twice about refusing to say and do what he did in the feud. He loves you more than anything else in the world, Jeff…! He would've gladly left the WWE for you if it meant that you two would've never have to feud with each other! You're all that matters to him…So; just imagine how he felt when you dumped him the way that you did and then you gave him hope that you two were going to get back together again only for you to say what you said and storm off. You just had to automatically assume the worse, didn't you? And now look what happened because of it. Phil's dying. Who knows if he'll make it out of this…."

"…." Chris heard the phone hung up and sighed.

"Fucking figures…" He said as he put his phone back into his pocket.

*JEFF's POV*

"Jeff, what happened?" Matt asked me and I bit my lip.

"It's all my fault, Matt….It's all my fault…!"

"Jeff, what're you talkin' about? What did Chris say?"

"It's Phil…h-he's…he's in the hospital…I…I gotta go and make sure t-that he..that he isn't…"

"Oh man, Jeff…We should hurry and get going then...!"

"Yeah..and fast..." I said as we hurried out of the store and into my car. I was feeling all kinds of things at the moment, guilt being the biggest one of them all. 'Please...just hang on, Phil...'

TBC...

A/N: Hope you enjoyed this chapter~