"Are you trying to kill yourself, Shawn?!" Hunter was yelling at him in their locker room. Shawn was sprawled out on the floor, barely coherent from all the pills he had taken.
"Hunter I'm s-sorry I-I didn't want to..." His voice trailed and he passed out yet again.
"Come on... Come on buddy. I'm here, I'm always here." Hunter picked Shawn up and slumped him over his shoulder. At this point, Shawn was barely coming to, so he could barely walk. Hunter helped him leave the locker room and got him to the car they had rented. No one noticed them leave so nobody would be asking questions the next day.
Hunter fastened Shawn into the front seat like he was a child. This wasn't the first time, but now it had gotten worse over the years. Since his back injury, things had spiraled out of control. Shawn was in constant pain because of it. It was life threatening in more ways than one. His career was at stake, along with his personal life.
"Hunter... Please, help me..." Shawn was mumbling in his unconscious state as Triple H continued to drive to their hotel. He could only imagine what Shawn was going through. I mean sure, every good athlete has had their fair share of injuries; but few have had career ending injuries. Triple H had a few himself, but none like this. And he had never been addicted to drugs and alcohol like Shawn.
"Come on buddy, up and at em." They arrived at the hotel and Hunter was helping Shawn out of the car. He practically carried him through the doors and still continued to hold him up as he checked them both in.
"What is... What is this, what is happening?" Shawn asked in a slur of words. Hunter was gently laying him down on one of the twin sized beds.
"You're stoned out of your mind." Hunter replied with no expression in his face.
"What do you mean, I'm perfectly fine." Shawn tried to stand up but almost instantly started to stumble.
"Whoa Shawn slow it down." Hunter helped his best friend back into bed. "Just take it easy man."
"Hunter...come lay with me..." Shawn's voice was trailing off.
"Shawn what the fuck," he started to say. "We're two buff white guys, what makes you think we can both fit in a twin sized bed?" They both laughed. Triple H hadn't heard Shawn laugh in a long time. He pulled up a chair and sat next to his troubled friend. He watched him as his chest expanded with each breath he took. For once, Shawn looked peaceful as he slept.
