Broken // Ambrollins [Short Story]

Chapter 2

Chapter 2 

"You'll wake up up soon, baby boy." 

Another day in paradise, Seth thought, sighing as he walked up to the front desk of the hospital, asking to be signed in for the day. Just perfect...

He faked a smile at the woman, travelling through the halls until he found his lovers room, entering quietly, even though Dean wouldn't wake up because of him opening the door. 

Seth walked over to Dean's bed, watching his regular breathing pattern. He sat on the edge of the cot, smiling at the blonde haired babe. His eyes teared up as did, the bandage surrounding Dean's head reminding him of the mistake he had made. 

A mistake he could never take back. One that would haunt him for the rest of his life. 

"Baby, if I could switch roles with you right now, I'd do it in a heartbeat," Seth whispered, tears rushing down his cheeks, causing him to sniffle. "You don't deserve this. You should standing in front of millions of people, holding up the World Heavyweight Championship." 

The constant beeping of Dean's monitor oddly comforted Seth, letting him know that his beloved fiancee was still alive. That meant there was a chance that Dean could wake up, something Seth was hoping for. 

I wish there was more that I could to help you, Seth thought, taking Dean's hand. His palms were usually sweaty and kind of clammy, but not anymore. They were now as cold as ice, causing Seth to shiver when he touched him. 

"You're gonna get better, I promise," Seth said, believing he was persuading Dean when he really trying to make himself keep his faith in miracles. "I'll make sure of it." 

Seth thought of using some kind of dark magic in order to switch roles with Dean. The lunatic didn't ask for any of this, yet he was being given it and being forced to deal with it. If there was some kind of witchcraft or magic Seth could use to reverse everything, he was more than willing to do so. He didn't even care if he got seen as a witch and shoved into a cold jail cell. As long as Dean was healthy, that's all he cared about. 

He desperately wanted Dean to revert back to the way he was before all of this, so happy and well, even though he was the complete opposite. Over the course of the past month, Seth hadn't taken care of himself like he told himself he would. His hair was slightly greasy, his breath rotten, his teeth beginning to yellow, and his skin itchy due to the lack of showers. He realized how disgusting he must look and figured that must be the reason why some of the nurses give him dirty looks as he passed by them on his way to Dean's room. 

To him, what any of them thought didn't mean anything. They were only strangers who were there to judge who entered and exited the hospital, not anyone important to him. Now, if Dean told him he looked gross and needed to do something about it, Seth wouldn't hesitate to listen to his lover. 

His life was going downhill now that Dean couldn't be with him. He didn't care about his personal hygiene anymore. Who was there to impress? No one, that's who. The one man he wants to impress is in a coma, not able to see how Seth looks. 

~ 

"Babe, you look fine!" Dean complimented, wrapping his arms around Seth's waist from behind. "You're handsome the way you are, but the suit brings out your eyes." 

"You're just saying that because you wanna get in my pants," Seth sighed, setting his hands on Dean's as he stared into the mirror, looking over his appearance. 

"No," Dean said, his voice stern. He kissed Seth's cheek softly. "I'm saying that because it's the truth. You always look great. Everyone's going to love you out there, I promise. When we go out there to announce one of the Slammy Awards, you're going to get noticed for how ridiculously hot you look right now. I'll have trouble keeping my eyes off of you." 

Seth giggled, leaning back into Dean. "You're so sweet, you know that?" 

"Only for you, baby," Dean smiled, noticing Seth blushing in the mirror. "You're extremely adorable, you know that?"

Seth's face turned a deep red. "I love you so much. I have no idea what I'd do without you." 

"My one and only, baby boy," Dean told him. "And you always will be." 

~ 

"Forever and always, right?" Seth whispered to himself, tearing up as he looked down at his lunatic lover. He pressed his lips to Dean's forehead, letting them linger there. 

He hopped off Dean's bed, sitting in a chair beside him, not letting go of his hand the whole time. With the other one, he reached into his pocket, pulling out a box. He opened it, revealing Dean's ring. 

"You're gonna wake up and wear this again, I just know it," Seth told Dean, fascinated by how the ring glistened in the light. "It always looked so good on you." 

He shut the case, stuffing it back into his pocket, afraid to lose it. He laid his head on Dean's bicep, cuddling into it. 

He remembered the days when the two of them laid in bed together, simply just cuddling and talking about whatever was on their minds. They enjoyed any time they got together and cherished each memory they made.

Everything was perfect. They had things figured out for their future and knew just how to make those things happen. They were supportive of each other through everything, even though Seth joined The Authority. Seth tried to fight it, but Dean told him to give in, that it'd be okay. They handled it well, up until the moment Dean's head was oozing blood and he was racing to the hospital to be sure the love of his life would survive the injury. 

It was because of him that Dean was barely breathing. Why Dean was laying in a hospital bed...

"You wouldn't want me to think this way," Seth sniffled, wiping at his nose as he peeked up at Dean. "I'm sorry for everything and I promise I'll get better with handling this." 

He kissed Dean's forehead, moving the hair out of his face before smiling weakly. "I love you so much, baby boy." 

With that, Seth looked at his watch, seeing it was getting late. He grabbed his stuff, saying another 'I love you' to his sleeping beauty, and left the room, closing the door quietly.