Randy sleepily rubbed the back of his neck as he walked back into the hotel. He was too tired to be angry, all he wanted to do was shower and hold Grace in his arms.

"Grace." Randy walked into the room and saw no signs of her. The bed hadn't been slept in, but the room had been turned upside down. He stood still for a moment, and heard the shower running. Randy opened the bathroom door and saw Grace sitting on the edge of the tub. Her skin was white as snow, steam billowed through the air, but she was shivering.

"Grace?" Randy kneeled down in front of her. She closed her robe tight around her, like she was hiding something shameful, dirty.

"Don't!" She whimpered and pulled away from him. Grace couldn't even look him in the eye.

"What? Babe, what's wrong? Tell me!" Randy took her by the shoulders, but she squirmed out of his grasp.

"Ugh!" She pushed past him and stumbled out onto the hallway floor, bringing her knees to her chest.

"I'm no good, I'm no good, I'm no good…"

"Hey, where've you been? We called you like twenty times last night…" Justin looked over at Wade when he slithered into the locker room.

"Got preoccupied…" He grumbled, shifting his eyes around the room.

"Must've been some kind of preoccupied, you look like crap." Michael chimed in.

"Shut up." Wade snarled. Heath looked over at him and rolled his eyes. But then he took a harder look, he disregarded Wade's beat up face, but he was positive he didn't leave the unsightly scratches on his arms.

"What the…" Heath started to think aloud until he saw Randy barrel towards Wade.

"What did you do to her? What'd you do!" Randy growled, pounded his fist down on Wade with everything he had.

"Alright Randy, that's enough-" Justin and Michael went to pull Randy away but he pushed them to the ground with the swing of an arm.

"Swear to God..." Randy didn't care that Wade was nearly unconscious, if he had his way, Wade wouldn't wake up at all.

"Randy no!" Pamela bolted through the door and threw herself on his back. "It's ok, come on, stop." She whispered in his ear. The room had gone silent, nothing could be heard but Randy's animalistic breathing. "Can I let you go now?" She asked. Randy held his arms straight out, and let her down to the floor.

"What the hell's going on in here?" One of the road agents demanded.

"He's lost his mind..." Wade gurgled as Justin helped him up.

"Son of a-" Randy went to lunge at him again but the agent stopped him in his tracks.

"Randy you-hey! You're out of line, get out of here!" He ordered.

"Randy, come on." Pamela pulled him towards the door.

"Pam, get back here!" Justin hissed. She looked over her shoulder once and continued out the door.

Randy held his breath as he walked back into the room. Grace was sitting in the same spot she was when he left. Her skin still pale and her eyes blank.

"I'm sorry I left you." Randy said as he approached her with caution. "I got suspended..." He started. Grace had a hint of alert in her eyes, but it left as quick as it came.

"You don't have to say anything, just let me take you home. Please."