forgive me || dean ambrose story

day six-

*flashback -third person*

They say waiting in the relatives room. That was only because he'd caused a scene in the waiting room.

The seconds dragged almost as if being weighed down by a thousand loads of cement. He watched the clock, tick and tick again. Nothing seemed to be happening and yet in his mind it was all going so fast that he felt as though he couldn't breathe.

His friends, holding him as though he would break into a thousand tiny pieces in one move. One to the left and the other to the right. He held on for dear life to his friends shoulder, he needed the support because he felt as though he was collapsing.

Despite having the support right next to him. He felt alone, the room felt desolate and he felt as though he was spinning in a whirlpool of ugly possible outcomes.

The tears stained his face like blood, like black ink from a permanent marker and he looked as though he'd been through hell and back within a matter of seconds.

His eyes were glazed, puffy and distant. He hadn't made eye contact with anyone for the past two hours, he'd just kept his stare straight ahead to the white walk across the room. Any normal person would see it as creepy, but they knew he was more than just broken - he was suffering.

"Mister Ambrose, I'd like to come in and speak to you?" He turned his head at the sound of a voice, closing his eyes he didn't want to show his weakness to the professional. Instead he just nodded and looked back at the wall as the doctor took a seat across the room.

"What do you need to tell us?" Seth Rollins was to his left, arm around his side as he muttered to the doctor. Nobody wanted the news they knew would crush them and their best friends, but Seth wasn't as naïve. He knew it was coming.

"As you know, Michaela is very ill. . her condition is no longer stable, and we can't guarantee. . . that she--" The doctor was cut short, the words falling from his mouth were full of nothing but sincerity which was unusual.

"She's been stable for three days. . so what's wrong now, what have you done?" Roman was rather more abrupt with the medical man. Dean was silent in fear and Seth was tearful, Roman was just angry.

"As you are aware sir, we can never guarantee a patients outcome when the injuries are as severe as miss Price's are. . . despite all of the treatment we are giving her - I'm afraid she isn't responding well." The doctor laid his clipboard down as he took off his glasses to clear them.

"Her name is Michaela Ambrose." He sniffled not looking at the expert, instead he kept his eyes on the wall ahead as Seth hugged him closer trying to reassure his distraught brother.

"Does she have any family members waiting to see her?" The doctor asked rightfully and Roman shook his head - he knew this was the end for her and he had no idea how to handle it, let alone Dean.

"Her mother, father and brother." Seth clarified wiping his eyes with the back of his hand as he let go of Dean and slouched back in his seat.

"T-they've been to see her earlier. . . please. . . I can't wait much longer. . ." Dean mumbled his words crowding his puffy face with his hands. He was hard to understand but the doctor wasn't offended - he understood his distress.

"As long as they say it's okay for you to go in, now that they've said their. . . goodbyes then I see no problem for the three of you to go in now." He nodded curtily picking his clipboard back up and before either of the three men could say anything back he had left the room.