Life As He Knew It (Open)

Randy sat down, but he didnt eat. He just stared at his food and pushed it around with his fork. He felt sick. To the point where the smell of the food was making him want to throw up the nothing that was in his stomach.

John forced himself to finish his meal, and keep it in his stomach. He sighed, wishing he could puke it up but he didn't. He rested his head in Randy's shoulder, rubbing his thigh. He looked up at Randy, seeing he didn't feel well. "You okay, baby?" He ask softly.

"N-" Randy started but got up, running into the bathroom and puking. He groaned as the stomach acid burned his throat.

John rushed after him, rubbing Randy's back as he vomited. He sighed sadly, kissing Randy's back, wrapping his arms around him from behind and waited for him to finish.

When Randy finished, he felt empty and his throat was on fire. He closed his eyes and leaned his head against the wall.

John sighed and pulled Randy to his chest, rubbing his back and kissing his temple. He hoped Randy wasn't sick, like the poor guy needed anymore stress.

Randy curled up against John as tears pricked his eyes. This had been going on since he punted John and it was driving him crazy.

John helped Randy up and out of the bathroom. He explained to everyone that Randy wasn't feeling to well, and they had to leave. He drove them back to the hotel, John helping Randy up to the room and onto the bed. John laid next to him, pulling Randy close to his chest and he rubbed his back.

Randy felt like shit. He was weak, shaking, dizzy, sweating. His body felt empty and achy. "Johnny," he whimpered as tears fell down his face.

John kissed Randy's forehead. "I know, baby. I know." He whispered, getting up and going to grab something he knew would take away the ache. It was an old Italian medicine that was quick to mix, but worked every time with body aches, and would help stop the sweating and shaking. He handed the tiny cup with the liquid to Randy. "Drink it. It'll taste bad, but it'll make you feel better." He said.

Randy took the cup, bringing it up to his lips shakily and downing it. He gagged as it went down but willed it to stay. It did... fir a few moments. "Oh, God," he moaned and ran into the bathroom and puked.

John sighed and went into the bathroom, rubbing Randy's bak and kissing his temple. The medicine had already touched his system though, so it should start working in a few minutes. When Randy finished, John helped him back onto the bed, John taking off his jeans to make him more comfortable. He set a trash basket next to th bed incase h retched again, before climbing under the covers with him, pulling against his chest, arms wrapped around him.

Randy whimpered as a headache start to form. He hated this. He was miserable and wanted it to stop. He just wanted it all to stop.

John sighed sadly, and rested his head against the pillows, exhausted. He wondered if either of them were ever going to get a break. Why couldn't just be a normal, happy, in love couple? WHy did something bad always happened one after the other. He closed his eyes. He had just come back from a break, but here he was again. The stress starting all over again.

"H- hospital," Randy stuttered out as his stomach started to hurt - bad.

John was up in an instant, grabbing his stuff and quickly slipping Randy back into his cloths and helping to the car, quickly driving to the hospital. He helped Randy inside, the nurses taking him away. And John went with him, snapping at anybody who tried to take John away from his fiance. John held Randy's hand the whole time.

Randy whimpered as the doctors worked on him. He felt John there holding his hand and heard him talking but he just hurt so much. It never got this bad before.

John sighed and kisses Randy's temple. He wished Randy wasn't in pain... He wished they could swap places, so John could take the pain for him. Randy has been through enough already. When the doctor finished, and Randy was sedated, John looked at the Doc. "What's wrong?" He asked. He didn't know if he could take the stress if it was something serious... He might break.

"We arent completely sure. He is suffering from malnutrition and thats whats causing the shakes and pains. We're thinking hes suffered from stress of a great amout and a few other mental/emotional problems," the doctor reported.

John sighed. "Yeah, I know he's suffering from mental problems and stress. What can I do about the malnutrition? Because.. I have my own eating disorder and I'm underweight. I can't make sure he's getting the right nutrition all the time as well." He said, running a hand through his hair.

"His body s rejecting the food due to the stress. Hes going to have stay here until he gets better," the doctor answered.

John growled and kicked a wall. Great. Randy was going to be out and he's sick. He glanced at the time, and cursed. "Look, I have to leave. If he wakes up, tell him I had to go to the show. He'll know what I mean." He said and rushed out. He didn't wanna leave, but he had no choice. He missed two RAW's already. He couldn't miss another. He could already feel the stress creep up again. After two weeks of relaxing, this is what he comes back to.

Randy slowly woke up, his mind incredibly groggy. "Johnny?" he called out.
"Your friend left. He said he had to go to the show," the doctor said.
"Oh. Thank you," he replied. It kind of hurt that John wasnt there but he understood. "So whats wrong with me?" The doctor explained. Randy frowned. This wasnt good.

John did a promo, wrestled a match, putting his opponent away as fast as possible. He quickly changed, wanting to get back to Randy quickly. He looked like a hot mess, visibly tense and stressed as he hastily put his ring gear in his bag. When he got back to the hospital, he almost forgot where Randy's room was in his haste. He found it, out of breath as he almost tripped into the room and into a chair."S... sorry... I left... RAW... you know..." He wheezed out, trying to catch his breath from the running and rushing to get here.

Randy looked at him and chuckled. "Its fine. I understand. And besides, they forced me to eat while you were gone. It wasnt pretty," he replied, scowling. He had puked three times before managing to keep it down.