Haunted By The Past (Sami and Adrian)

Chapter 6 - It's Ok Randy

"He's awake."

"Is he gonna be ok?"

"Yes. He'll make a full recovery. We'll let him out in a couple of days. "

"Why did he collapse?"

"Well, you said he was jumped by someone. That attack did give him a concussion and a broken nose. We have stitched up the cut above his brow which required five stitches. Now the reason he fainted like he did was he was pulled to his feet a little too quickly."

"So this is my fault. I tried to pull him up slowly. I'm... I'm sorry."

"Randy it's ok." Sami said softly, placing a hand on his shoulder.

"No it isn't. I need to apologise to him."

"He won't blame you Randy."

"Well I do. Can you take us to see him?"

"Of course. Follow me, he's just down the hall."

A couple minutes had past when they arrived at Dean's room. He laid there, staring up at the lights, daydreaming. The doctor allowed them all in. Randy immediately went to Dean's bedside. He gently placed a hand on the wounded Dean's arm.

"Randy." He said with a small smile.

"I'm so sorry Dean. I should have been looking out for you more."

"It's ok. I was the one who went out there, basically looking for trouble. Guess it found me." Dean said, lifting up his other hand which had a pulse oximeter on one of his fingers.

"I still should have been there and I shouldn't have got you up so quick."

"Randy, that was my fault. I practically jumped up."

"True, you kinda did."

"Well there you go."

"Do you know how long you'll be in here for?"

"I should be able to go home in a few days. As long as all is well."

"Good good. We'll keep a close eye on you."

"Dude, now that just sounds weird. Will I be able to take a piss on my own?"

"I don't know. You think you can handle it?" Sami had mouth full of water that he choked on with that comment.

"You alright there Sami?" Dean asked with a smirk. He knew what Sami had thought. Handle it? He turned that reply dirty in his mind. Sami, you dirty little fucker.

"Yep. I am now."

"Dirty minded much."

"Didn't help how you said it."

"Yeah yeah." Sami rolled his eyes.

A few hours past, they kept talking about the most random things. That was until the doctor returned with a couple of guests. Seth and Roman.

"Dean! Are you ok?" Seth shouted, running to him.

"I'm ok. Little banged up but ok."

"He's got a concussion. Some stitches and a broken nose."

"Dean... Always picking fights are you boy?"

"I didn't ask for this one Rome. For once."

"Good Dean. Maybe your not so crazy after all."

"Ha ha Rome."

"Don't be so mean to him big dog. It's alright Dean, I'm on your side."

"Thanks ninja. Randy?"

"Yeah?"

"Stop blaming yourself. Seriously this wasn't your fault."

"I can't help it Dean. I should have been there to help."

"We'll have to work on that. Just remember I don't blame you."

"I know, I just can't help it."

"We'll give it some time. That will change."

"Yeah, maybe... hopefully."

Everyone sat in silence for about fifteen minutes until they realised Dean had fell into a deep slumber. He looked so peaceful, his face was relaxed. He wasn't in any pain, his face showed that. He looked innocent, which he was. He didn't ask for this to happen. He didn't walk out of the gas station looking for a fight... ok maybe he did if he saw Corey, then he would have asked for a fight. He didn't asked to be jumped by his little cronies. Funny that Corey couldn't face him like a real man actually would.

"What happened exactly at the gas station?" Roman asked.

"Sami got a picture message of us in the store... from Corey. I went to tell Dean but he had already vanished outside to find Corey, he thought he had seen him outside. That's when I went to pay for the stuff we had picked up. I looked around inside for him, looking down all the aisles. He was nowhere. I went back to the shop keeper and he said he saw him walk out. Thats when I went out and found him."

"Bloody hot head Dean. He needs to start thinking about things before he does it."

"He does. How long are both going to be here for?" Randy asked.

"We can stay until he gets released, then we have to go back. I wish we could stay longer." Seth answered.

"Ok, it's good he's got us all here for a little while."

*Two days later*

Finally Dean was able to leave the hospital. It had been a long two days, two days that he wished he could have been working out, being in the ring. His true home. The place where he felt most comfortable. He'd be able to compete in a couple of weeks, just in time for the next pay per view.

"You ready to leave crazy man?"

"Yep, just want to get out of this stupid place. Fucking hospitals."

"I know, let's go, everyone is waiting at Sami and Adrians place. Seth and Roman are still there but they do have to go today. Sami and Adrian have to go tomorrow unfortunately."

"So I'm stuck with your viper ass."

"Yep, they've played into my storyline that I got injured on Raw. I need a few weeks to heal up, just like yourself."

"Ah, ok. We got everything?"

"Have I got everything you mean Dean?"

"Yeah haha."

"I got all of your stuff. Lets get you out of here." They began to walk out of the hospital, finally.

"Thanks Rands."

"No need to thank me, just being a friend."

"I do, you're always there."

"Well, someone needs to look after you."

"Thanks you make me feel like a useless kid."

"I didn't mean it like that."

"It's ok. I know."

Dean felt better already. No nurses constantly asking if you're ok, doctors doing the same. It was a pain in the ass. Do you need help getting to the toilet? He had a concussion not a broken leg, but he did have a broken nose. He could still compete but he'd have to wear one of those dashing face masks... awesome, can't wait for that one.

They arrived back at Sami and Adrians place, Randy jumped out the car and running over to Dean's side, helping the younger man out. Dean glanced over Randys shoulder... Corey? He must be seeing things. He carefully rubbed his eyes, being sure not to catch his nose. When he looked again Corey wasn't there. Was his mind playing tricks, was he hallucinating or was Corey there? Was he outside the house?