"I guess…I guess I should start by saying sorry… Oh god, I'm so, so sorry. I swear to god if I had known all of this was going to happen…I would've never…I would've never even thought of touching Dave Batista if I had known how much I was going to end up hurting everyone. You, Shawn, Jeff…fuck…I've nearly killed all of you…fuck… It wasn't worth it…nothing is worth this… Please Randy, please…I've never had to beg for anything before, but I'm begging you now…please wake up. Jeff…he's going to…he's going to die if you don't. I can't…I won't be able to live with myself if I know that you died because of me. And I…I can't hurt Jeff anymore. Everything I've done…all of this has hurt Jeff more than I ever thought was possible…and if…if you d-don't wake up…please, please Randy. Please wake up. I'm begging you."

"H-hey. I know Adam was here earlier…and…and I figured if he's got the guts to talk to you…then hell, I should too. Fuck…you know I don't like you. I don't like anybody that's seeing my brother. But fuck man…I can't stand seeing you like this…this hospital fucking sucks. And I…I can't stand seeing Jeff hurt. And Randy…he's hurting so bad right now… I'm his brother, and nothing I do makes him feel any better. He wasting away. You saved my brother's life Randy, and now I need to ask you to save him again. You need to wake up. Jeff needs you…we all do. I don't think any of us…especially Jeff, John, and Hunter…I don't think they will be able to take it if…if you don't pull out of this. I got to go…but…there's one more thing. I'm sorry. I…I was wrong. About you, about Jeff…I was wrong about everything."

"Hey kid. I…fuck, I don't know what to say. I've never had to deal with…with something like this before. God damn it…you know I've always liked you from the beginning. Shit, Mark can't stand you…but…I don't know…me and you always clicked, didn't we? We had some good times in Evolution, huh? Fuck…I can't believe me, you, and Ric used to work with Dave. Shit…. I'm going to make sure Vince does everything he can to make sure Dave never existed. I wish…I wish I could've killed that motherfucker with my bare hands. I wish I could've stopped him from…from hurting you. I wish he was here right now so I could beat his face into the ground while you watched. I'd do that for you Randy. I know it wouldn't make anything better…but I'd do it anyway."

"You've always hated yourself Randy. Ever since Jacob…you've never liked yourself. But see, thing is…I've always known you were good. I've always known that, when it came down to it, you're a good person. I've been your best friend for…what…like seven or eight years now? We been through thick and thin with each other…and…and when I saw you g-get shot… It was like watching my family die. You know that, right? You're like a brother to me. Cena and Orton…partners in crime, right? Can I tell you a secret? I…I k-killed him. When I saw you go down…it was like something in me snapped. I…I punched him until he stopped moving. No, no that's not right… I kept hitting him even after he stopped moving…I kept punching him until the god damn police officers pulled me off. Do you think…do you think that makes me a bad person? Because I don't feel guilty. I don't feel guilty for killing Dave Batista. I…I just wish he was here so I could do it again. Fuck…you got to make it out of this Randy…I don't…I don't want to know what's going to happen to me and Jeff if you don't."


Numbness covered his body like a thick, itchy blanket. Funny, he would've thought that there would be pain. He also would've thought that he'd have a hard time remembering what happened…isn't that how it usually worked? When people went into comas, didn't they wake up and wonder where the hell they were, and how they got there? But that's not how he felt. As soon as his eyes creaked open, as soon as blinding white light entered his vision, he remembered. Dave. The gun. Jeff, tossed to the side…and Randy, standing with two bullets in his chest. He could picture it all in his head like it happened yesterday…and when had it happened? How long had he been sleeping?

His blue eyes lazily shifting from side to side, Orton slowly took in his surroundings. He was laying in a hospital bed, a thin white sheet covering his nearly nude body. The air was cold, cold enough to the point where Randy could feel his teeth chattering. Turning his head to the left, Randy could see the thick plastic of an IV strapped against his wrist, several medications being pumped into his blood stream… A few machines stood faithfully by his bedside, beeping and whirring confidently, the only proof that Randy was still alive.

And in the corner…

Sitting up, Randy had to bite his tongue from crying out as he saw who was sitting in the corner.

"J-Jeff…" Orton's voice was a hoarse whisper that barely escaped past his dry lips.

Instantly, the mass of cherry red hair popped up, and green eyes widened to the size of saucers.

"Randy?" Jeff hissed, almost as if he were in intense physical pain.

Randy did his best to smile, but all he managed was a crooked grimace.

"Randy!" Jeff burst from his chair and was at Orton's bedside in an instant. And then he was crying, tears pouring down his cheeks, chest heaving as he started to sob uncontrollably. The entire bed was practically shaking with Jeff's anguish, and the redhead wrapped his arms around Randy's neck so tightly that Randy could feel himself growing dizzy from lack of oxygen.

"Jeff…ah, Jeff, your killing me!" Randy choked, coughing slightly.

"You!" Jeff dropped his hands, lightly slapping Randy against the shoulder, "Don't you ever say that! Not after…not after all this…"

"Sorry." Randy apologized, but smiling nonetheless as he laid back down, his buzzed head hitting the soft pillow clumsily.

"Don't you ever scare me like that again!" Jeff growled, biting his bottom lip, "You scared me half to death Randy…I thought…I thought you were…"

"Hey, I'm here." Randy replied softly as he reached up and placed his fingers on Jeff's chin, tilting the redhead's face up to that emerald and sapphire eyes met. "And I'm here to stay."

"You're an idiot, Randy Orton." The younger Hardy whispered, more thick tears sliding out of his eyes as he stared down at his lover.

"Oh?" Randy chuckled, "And why is that?"

"You jumped in front of a guy with a gun!" Jeff snorted, "I'd say that's pretty stupid, isn't it?"

"I think…I think I had a good reason to do it." Orton said quietly, his sky blue eyes softening.

"I don't…I don't know what you mean by t-that…" Jeff whimpered, his lower lip trembling with each word.

"Get in bed with me." The Legend Killer said slowly, scooting his body to the side. The pain and stiffness was terrible, but he ignored it as he pulled the smaller man down, practically yanking Jeff into the tiny bed with him.

"Are you sure?" Jeff asked, wincing, "I probably shouldn't…I should go get a doctor…"

"No, no I want to talk to you." Randy shook his head, pulling Jeff's tiny frame against his own muscular body. "Be my boyfriend."

"What?" Jeff's eyes widened as he looked up at Randy, instinctively snuggling his body against the Viper.

"Be my boyfriend." Randy repeated, looking down at Jeff with a mixture of patience and seriousness.

"Of course I'll be your boyfriend, you dumbass!" Jeff rolled his eyes, laughing loudly, "You didn't have to take a bullet to convince me…"

"Well, I figured if I saved your life you couldn't say no." Orton smiled, wrapping his tattooed arms around the younger Hardy.

"Oh no…this is going to go to your head, isn't it?" Jeff groaned as he placed a gentle kiss on Randy's collar bone.

"Damn right it is. I can see it now…Randy Orton, the Savior! The Hero!" Orton smirked arrogantly, "But seriously, Vince should definitely give me a superhero gimmick or something…"

"I really…I really thought I'd lost you…" Jeff whispered slowly, his eyes dropping from Randy's probing gaze.

"Don't worry," Randy traced his fingers lightly across Jeff's arm, "You aren't going to get rid of me that easily."

"Everyone came in to talk to you, you know. Hunter, John, even Adam and Matt." Jeff continued, looking back up at his new boyfriend.

"Yeah…yeah, I know." Orton nodded slowly.

"You could hear them?" Jeff asked incredulously, "Randy, the doctors said you were in a coma…they said you probably wouldn't be able to hear us talk…"

"I only remember bits and pieces…" Randy said, scrunching his eyes together, "I definitely remember Adam and Matt saying sorry, though."

"Yeah," Jeff grinned widely, "I think you finally convinced them that you're not going to beat and rape me at any second."

"Well…I'm definitely not going to beat you…but rape? I don't know…that's pretty tempting." Randy smirked handsomely.

"I don't think it's possible for you to rape me, Randy Orton." Jeff grinned slyly, "I'd like it too much for it to be rape."

"So does this mean your brother's ok with us being together?" Randy asked questioningly, tilting his head to the side.

"Well…" Jeff sighed deeply, looking very tired all of a sudden, "He kinda has to be. He…he owes me. And you. Definitely you. And…and he's done something bad…so he's got to make it up to me."

"What did he do?" Randy replied, frowning slightly.

"Him and Adam are together." Jeff scowled, pursing his lips in a tight pout.

"Oh. Wow." Randy reached up, wincing in pain as he rubbed in eyes in exhaustion, "Damn. I can't believe he's got the nerve to do that…"

"It's ok, I guess." Jeff sighed again, snuggling up against Randy's wide, heavily bandaged chest, "When he told me…I almost lost it. But…but it's the happiest I've ever seen my brother…I mean, you know, besides when he was in here about cry over you…"

"He cried over me?" Randy laughed loudly, "Shit…I'm never going to let him live this down!"

"So…what now?" Jeff shrugged, his bright eyes looking up at Randy.

"What do you mean what now?" Randy grinned, his white teeth practically shining, "You're my boyfriend, Matt's got Adam, Shawn's going to be ok, and John's going to piss himself once he finds out I'm ok…I don't think there's really anything else we need to do."

"Well…I can think of one thing." Jeff smiled shyly.

Randy frowned in confusion, but he didn't have enough time to react before Jeff pressed their lips together. Orton practically melted as he felt Hardy's soft lips on his own, but he managed to smile lazily and wrap his inked arms around Jeff's body, pulling the redhead tight against him. Jeff curled up against him, his lean body fitting perfectly against Randy's bulky frame, like two puzzle pieces fitting together.

They may have been laying in a hospital bed, surrounded by intimidating machinery and charts that said things nobody could understand, but it didn't matter. Jeff may have been thin from lack of food in the past few days, and his eyes may have been swollen from crying, but it didn't matter. Randy may have been pale with pain, and bandaged up like a mummy, but it didn't matter. Right then and there, as they lay in the hospital bed, a tall, tan body intertwined with a small, pale one, all that mattered was that Randy was awake, and Jeff was there to be with him.

It wasn't long before Jeff's breathing entered that slow, steady rhythm that indicated sleep. Randy was left to his own thoughts. He couldn't sleep; he had been sleeping for days. But he didn't want to stir, he didn't want to wake his boyfriend. The poor thing had looked like he hadn't slept in days.

Was it worth it?

Randy's mind couldn't help but enter that dark place. Had it all been worth it? He'd been shot twice in the chest, and—judging from what everyone had said while he was in the coma, and Jeff's reaction when he woke up—things hadn't been good for the Legend Killer. And—judging from the pain in his abdomen and the amount of drugs flowing into his veins—he was probably going to take some time to recover. How long would he be out of wrestling? Months, probably. Hell, in the past few days Randy had slept with a taken man, got into a fight with the Undertaker, gotten into several arguments with Matt Hardy and Adam Copeland, his lover had been kidnapped, and he'd been shot. Twice!

Was it worth it?

As Randy looked down at the sleeping man next to him, he didn't have to think twice.

Yes. Of course it had all been worth it.


Well, that is the end. I do apologize for how long it took me to get this final chapter up, and I'm sorry if it seems a bit rushed. I've had some serious writer's block with Jeff Hardy, and it made finishing this story incredibly difficult. Anyway, thanks to everyone that followed this story. The reviews are what keep me going, and I greatly appreciate everyone who took the time to read and review my story! Thanks guys, you're awesome.