Build Me Up Buttercup!

"No! Go out with John and Alex, let me be baby! Ill be fine." Mike groaned, laying down on the bathroom floor. He had been camping out there for a while now.

"Mike, come on. You don't need to do this alone. I said I was going to take care of you and I'm keeping my word. Now open the damn door," he said, growing irate.

Mike frowned, looking away.
Well that was weird.
"No, Go away!"

"Michael Gregory Mizanin, open this damn door or I'll open it myself," Randy growled. He hated that Mike was being so stubborn.

"No! You stay our Randy!"
This seemed like it might evolve into there first fight.
He was not coming out and it Randy came in he would be ready to spit nails.

Randy growled. He knew Mike wasn't near the door so he took a few steps back and rammed into the door. It opened immediately and he fell to the ground.

Mike growled, standing up and pointing
"GET OUT OF HERE RANDAL KEITH ORTON!!" Mike screeched, holding his stomach.

Randy groaned, holding his shoulder. His hypermobility was good most of the time, like when he was wrestling but now it was driving him crazy with pain. He rolled over onto his knees, his forehead touching the floor, teeth clenched in pain, eyes squeezed shut and his hand holding his shoulder.
"Shit," he muttered.

Mike's eyes widened, he sat beside Randy and pulled him into his lap.
"Randy baby, are you okay?" He questioned worriedly, touching his shoulder. "Is it your shoulder baby?"

Randy growled. "Yeah, it's my shoulder. Fucking hurts. Shit!" he hissed.

Mike frowned, cursing as he moved to throw up again.
He wiped his mouth and looked at his lover.
"Hospital?"

Randy shook his head.
"No, I'll be fine," he said, getting up.

Mike sighed and rested his head on the seat.
"Go lay down...." His stomach was hurting.....

Randy went into the bedroom and laid on the bed on the opposite side of his injured shoulder. He slowly let his tense muscles relax.

Mike sat the door back up, he couldn't fix it but he got it to stand like it had been while he finished up his puking. He came out and laid on the bed on the opposite side of the room, facing away from Randy.

Randy had tears running down his face. He wasn't sobbing. It wasn't do bad that his body was shaking but he was crying. It hurt so bad. He knew he should go to the hospital but he despised them. Usually, nothing good happened in them. The only good thing being giving birth. And sometimes even that went downhill. To him, hospitals were the bearers of bad news.

Mike was trying to get some sleep, although he had a nagging feeling in his belly that he should have made Randy go to the hospital and get checked out.

Eventually, Randy passed out. From the physical pain, emotional turmoil and the tears wearing him out. He was sound asleep. That is, until he decided to shift in his sleep and lay on his injured shoulder. He shot up in bed, his eyes going wide as he screamed out in pain.

Mike jumped, his head snapping over to Randy.
"Baby!!?" He was by his side in seconds.

Tears were pouring down Randys face.
"Fuck, it hurts," he wimpered.

Mike cursed, picking Randy up and trying to carry him out to his truck but he was sick and weak, it was hard...

Randy didnt want to go to the hospital.
"No, Mikey. I don't want to go," he whispered. "Don't make me go." Tears were pouring harder now.

"Baby you got to." Mike put him in the passenger side. "You gotta go so you can be strong and healthy for our baby."

"But I d.. don't l... like hos... hospit... als. Not at all," he cried. He curled himself into a ball, putting his head between his knees.

Mike paused.
"You go...or Ill call John and ill move back with Alex."