It's Monday night Raw again. Emma is humming along to the music playing in her ear as she checks on wrestlers coming back from the ring. She suddenly feels a tug on her arm as she's being pulled into a closet. She gasps as the door slams and the light turns on revealing a very pissed off Rhea Ripley.
She sighs and grips her chest as she pulls her earphone out.
"Fuck Rhea you scared the shit out of me." She says.
"Good." Rhea replies and folds her arms.
"Is something the matter?" Emma asks.
"Where do you get off tricking her into telling you our fucking business?"
Emma sighs and shakes her head.
"I didn't trick her into anything. She wanted me to know and you know that." She replies, only feeling slightly awkward talking about Demi to Rhea.
"You have no business knowing ANYTHING about us. Stay the fuck away from her or you will live to regret it." Rhea says through gritted teeth.
"You know I'm not gonna do that." Emma says.
Rhea reaches out, grabbing her by the shoulders and slams her back against the wall. The breath is knocked out of her as she gasps, struggling to breathe through the panic arising in her chest.
"Back. Off. Emma. I mean it." Rhea says before storming out of the supply closet.
Emma lets out a breath and runs her fingers through her hair. She wipes at her eyes before opening the door and being met with a concerned Damian Priest.
"Are you alright? Did she hurt you?" He asks.
"I'm fine. It's nothing I haven't felt before." Emma whispers and starts to walk past him but he stops her.
She looks down at the floor.
"Just remember that's not Demi. But Demi would understand if you wanted to-" he starts but Emma cuts him off.
"I'm not giving up on her Damian."
Damian just nods and sighs before meeting the rest of the crew and going out to the ring. She watches the screen as Rhea walks out with that smirk on her face she's known so well for. She watches her charisma with the guys. How she treats the fans in the crowd.
He's right. She's not Demi. She's not sweet and kind. She's a menace and she's mean. Just as mean in private, if not more, than she is when she's out in the crowd.
Emma sighs and gets back to work as she thinks of what to do. How to convince Rhea to like her enough to leave her be when she talks to Demi.
Rhea's match that night is brutal. She won, but she's limping back to gorilla as it ends. Damian ends up carrying her back. She wasn't meant to have an injury that night so Emma rushes to meet them with the medical team on standby.
"Are you alright?" She asks, kneeling down as Damian sets her on a chair.
"Fuck does it look like I'm alright?" She shouts before groaning as Emma touches her knee.
"It's definitely out of place. Guys! Come on!" Emma hollers to the medical team.
There's a camera on them as they check Rhea over. Emma shoos them away, knowing this wasn't part of the show, and reaches for Rhea's hand as they grab her leg to pop her knee back.
Rhea yanks her hand away and glares at her through her groans.
"Don't fucking touch me!" She shouts at Emma.
Emma doesn't back down though, knowing she's in pain. She grabs her hand again and holds tight as the medics start counting.
"1! 2!"
They don't get to three before they pop her knee back into place and she nearly screams. Instead, she bites her lip, groans loudly and squeezes Emma's hand so hard she swears Rhea could break it. Maybe that's what she was going for, but Emma doesn't complain or flinch. She squeezes back.
When Rhea's heavy breathing starts to slow she yanks her hand away again and sighs, running her hand over her hair.
"Fuck. How bad is it?" She asks.
"We'll need to do x-rays to make sure but if it just popped out you'll just need to rest for the week." The doctor says.
Rhea sighs and nods. Damian and Dom help her to her feet and she wraps an arm around each of them as they lead her to her dressing room. Emma starts to follow but Rhea glares at her over her shoulder.
"Don't you fucking dare." She says.
Emma sighs and follows anyway. She walks into the room.
"The fuck did I say? Did I not make myself clear? I don't fucking want you here!" Rhea shouts.
"Good! Because I'm not here for you." She replies and folds her arms.
Rhea glares again and hesitates.
"Come on Mami. You need to go to the hospital." Dom encourages.
She nods and sighs before grabbing a makeup wipe. Emma watches as Rhea washes away her makeup and her expression immediately turns softer, sadder. She looks down at her knee and bites her lip.
"Come, princesa." Damian says and holds out a hand.
Demi takes his hand and stands, leaving most of her weight on her good leg. He helps her to the door and she looks at Emma with guilt in her eyes.
"We'll talk about it later. Come on." She says and wraps an arm around her waist.
The three leave the dressing room and find Finn and Triple H waiting in the hall. They all accompany Demi out to the ambulance waiting but only one can ride with. Demi looks around then at Emma as they strap her onto the gurney.
"Will you ride with me? I understand if you don't want to though." She speaks softly.
"Of course I will." Emma says and climbs in after them.
She looks back at Damian who gives her a nod of approval before telling them they'll meet them there. The paramedics shut the door and drive towards the hospital.
Demi is looking up at the ceiling of the vehicle and sighs. Emma reaches out and gently takes her hand, giving it a soft squeeze.
"You're going to be okay. I promise. You're tough." Emma says.
She squeezes Emma's hand and sighs, not saying a word the rest of the way to the hospital.
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