Possible Alternate Ending

“Nooooo…don't please…don't do it…nooooo…!”

“Randy…Randy, calm down and relax…come on now, you've had surgery so you need to stay still, to give yourself a chance ta' heal and get well.”

Randy could hear Kevin's voice but it sounded muffled and distant. When he finally opened his eyes, but still not fully aware of where he was or what was going on, and saw Kevin and Michael standing over him, he panicked, as he started to fight his friends, trying to get away.

"No…no don't…let ‘im…hurt me…please I…I didn't…didn't do it…I…I swear…they're…they're okay…please don't…"

Even though the two men knew that Randy had never had surgery before, it scared them to see the way their friend was acting...they never knew that he would have this type of reaction from being put to sleep. Kevin placed his hands on Randy's arms to try to calm him down, as Michael stepped over to the other side of the bed…as he moved, Kevin saw as Randy's eyes followed him and he felt his friend shake and tense up.

Hoping to calm him down, Kevin said, "Randy…relax, it's me…it's Kevin…and Michael…the rest of the guys and Julie are outside waitin' to see you, you really scared us. You're at UCLA Medical Center so just relax, you're okay. Stay calm so you don't pull that IV out, or your stitches…I think that would kinda hurt."

UCLA Medical Center…put to sleep…IV…those words finally sank into his foggy brain and blinking his eyes a few times to clear his vision and feeling some pain and discomfort in his side, and seeing that he was in a bed, Randy finally realized where he was and slowly relaxed.

Taking a few shallow breaths, and wincing due to the pain, Randy softly said, "Put ta' sleep…surgery… what…what happened to me…did I get…get hurt somehow…?"

Slightly laughing, Kevin replied, "No, you didn't get hurt, it wasn't an episode of the show, but Doctor Miles * did * have to perform emergency surgery on ya. Don't you remember what happened?"

Shaking his head, Randy softly replied, "Uh...no. What?"

"We were on the set, havin' a dress rehearsal, and you had been actin' a little…off…I guess is the best word for it…all day, like you weren't feelin' very good, and then all of a sudden…you bent over and fell in the floor and was layin' there in terrible pain. Doctor Miles said that your appendix came pretty close to rupturing and if it had, you could'a been in a lot of trouble. You've had an infection and been runnin' a pretty high fever as well…and been out for quite a while, you've been pretty sick. You should'a told me…or any of us that you weren't feeling good."

Sleepily, Randy replied, "Appendix…oh man I…remember…been hurtin all…all day …hurtin' some now…and I know I should'a …said somethin' …sorry…but how long…have I…I been here…?"

"Oh, about a week and a half. Like Kevin said, you've been pretty sick."

Being surprised and a little upset, Randy said, "A week…week an' a half…but…but what about…tha' show…what's gonna…?"

Hoping to calm the young man down, Michael laid his hand on Randy's shoulder, and said, "It alright, relax. They said that they would shot around'cha while you're outta commission, then when you're better and can get back to work, they'll shot your parts and edit them in."

Taking a shallow breath and relaxing, Randy said, "That's good…ta' hear… but I had a…a weird dream…"

"Yeah, from your screamin' we could tell. I can call Doctor Miles, if you need somethin' for the pain."

Kevin reached for the call button, but seeing Randy shaking his head no, made him stop…he could see that his friend was already sleepy and figured that any pain medication would probably knock his friend out within a matter of minutes.

Randy slowly turned his head to look at his left arm, he saw the IV that had been inserted and taped down. As he rubbed his right hand over his face, he heard Michael speak.

"What kind of dream did you have? It must have been a wild one."

Quietly and tiredly, Randy spoke and said, "My dream…it was weird…there were three guys and…and you Mike…I was in my uniform…you had me…kidnapped from outside of…an apartment building…they drugged me…you were so…so mad at me…kept sayin' that…I had killed your wife…an' kids… you never said how…even saw ya…kill somebody…but you were real…mad at me…pointed the gun…at m' head and…pulled…the trigger…but I tried ta'…tell ya that I didn't …didn't do it…but you…you wouldn't… lis…listen ta' me…you killed me…"

The two men saw that with Randy becoming upset that it was causing him more pain. Michael tried to calm his friend down.

Laying a hand on his friend's shoulder, Michael said, "Randy, it's alright, just calm down. It was just a dream…I'm not mad at'cha, I didn't kill anybody and I'm certainly not gonna kill you. Amy and the kids are fine…so just take it easy."

"That's good...ta' hear..."

Kevin spoke up, and said, "You know, that would make a good show...your dream that is."

"Yeah, it would, we could have you kidnapped and let the whole show be just a dream. Then at the end, show you in the hospital after being hurt on tha' job…I think I could write somethin' like that."

Both men thought it was a good idea, but they saw Randy shaking his head no.

Quietly speaking, Randy said, "No…no it wouldn't...and don't even think…of writin' that…it was too real...so sleepy but...I hate ta'…say this but…Mike...Pally..."

Seeing the look on Randy's face, the men knew what was about to happen.

"Yeah?" Kevin asked.

"I think I'm...gonna...gonna be..."

Quickly jumping backwards, Kevin said, "Oh Junior."

The End