Chapter 2: Bad Things Happen

Shawn drove away from the hotel in a furious rage. How dare he. How dare Hunter tell him what to do. So sometimes he went a little heavy on the drinking. So what? And so he took pain killers. His body hurt, he needed them, didn't he? Hunter had no right to say what he'd said. Shawn wasn't helpless, he didn't need Hunter treating him like glass. That's what he'd been doing, hadn't he? Shawn paused for a moment.

Maybe.....maybe Hunter did have good intentions. Maybe.....maybe Hunter was right. Between his drinking and drugs, Shawn had begun to feel sluggish. Could he be the one who was wrong? Shawn suddenly felt guilty. He knew that Hunter loved him alot. Hunter was only looking out for him because he loved him. Shawn was the one with no right to say what he'd said.

"Shit." Shawn swore. He sighed and made to turn his car around. He had to apologize.

He never saw it coming. The driver of the Ford F150 was too drunk to do anything. The cars collided and Shawn felt a sharp wave of pain before he blacked out and knew no more.

--------Hotel: Hunter and Shawn's Room------------

Hunter waited. And waited. And waited. And waited but Shawn did not return. Hunter felt a sting of worst case scenarios make their way into his mind. What had happened? Where was Shawn? Was he ok? Was he hurt? The worry in the pit of his stomach increased. Suddenly his phone rang and he launched himself at the bedside table to grab it. He didn't recognize the number.

"Hello?" he said in half panic.

"Is this Mr. Helmsly?" a woman on the other end asked.

"Yes it is? Who's this?" he asked.

"Parma Community General Hospital. A Mr. Shawn Michaels was brought in earlier this evening in critical condition after a car accident. He was just lucid enough to name you as next of kin." the woman said. Hunter began to shake. Shawn. Car accident. Critical condition. Barely lucid. His stomach dropped and his heart was in his throat.

"Is.....is Shawn alright?" he finally managed to say.

"Mr. Michaels was taken into surgery not ten minutes after he arrived sir. The doctors are still working on him." she informed him.

"I'll be there in 10 minutes." he said and hung up. He rushed out of the door as fast as he could. Then he remembered Shawn had taken the car. He changed direction and scampered down the hall to his friend, Mark Calloway's, room. He knocked rapidly and waited, hopping anxiously from foot to foot. The door opened.

"Hey Hunt..." when he saw the state Hunter was in, Mark stopped.

"Hunter what's wrong?" he asked his friend.

"Shawnwasincaraccidentneedtogettothehospitalpleasemarkyougottahelp." he said urgently, nearly hyperventalating.

"Hunter calm down. Take a deep break. That's it. Now tell me what's wrong." Mark urged the panicked blond.

"Shawn. Car accident. Hospital called. Critical condition. Needed surgery. Gotta see him. Please help." Hunter managed to get out through the tears starting to form and gasps for breath. Mark hugged Hunter tightly, rubbing his back to try and calm him.

"Ok Hunt, calm down, this isn't helping Shawn. You've got to calm down." Hunter slowly began to calm, relaxing in his friend's embrace.

"Very good. Now I'm gonna get my car keys and we'll go to the hospital ok?" Mark said slowly. Hunter nodded into Mark's shirt and he let go. Mark went back into the room and snatched the keys from his beside table.

"Ok, let's go Hunter."

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