Be My Shield

Chapter 29

Seth's POV
2 Days Later. . .

I woke up in cold room. I shivered as I looked towards the window. It was cold and raining. Not very bright outside but enough light came through the window for me to know where I was.

I groaned. This damn hospital is about to drive me crazy. A knock came from my right.

"Hey! You awake?" The doctor said making his way in.

"I wish I wasn't." I said pushing the hair out of my eyes.

"Yeah, tell me about it. I have some good news. You're getting checked out today but you're not out of the woods yet. You still need rest and to be in bed so get someone to look after you. It's still gonna be a while until you can wrestle again."

"How long?" I asked.

"A month."

"Okay."

"Well, we're gonna give you your clothes and check out of here."

"Thanks."

"No problem."

He came back and gave me my clothes before shutting the door on his way out.

God I hate these hospital gowns so fucking much. I took it off and threw it across the room.

"Okay Mr. Rollins. I have some papers. . .for. . .you. . .to . . .sign." A nurse came in and stopped and stared as she saw that I was naked.

Her face quickly turned to a bright red. I smiled.

"The papers please." I said snapping her out of her trance. She jumped a little bit and quickly gave me the papers and left the room.

I shook my head and signed the papers. I got dressed and walked out into the main lobby and gave them my papers. The same nurse saw me and blushed as I walked out.

Shit. I don't have a car or anyone to take care of me. Dear god please forgive me.

I dialed the number.

"What?"

"That's a bit rude don't you think?" I asked.

"For you? I don't think so."

"Look Dean. I don't want to argue with you. I just need your help. . .Hello? HELLO?!"

Great. I called Roman.

"Hello?"

"Roman, I need your help."

"What is it?"

"I need a ride and someone to look after me until I'm cleared by the doctor to wrestle again."

"And how long is that gonna be?"

"A month."

"I'm on my way." He sighed.

"Thanks." I said as I got into the passenger seat.

"Are we gonna have to look after you?" Roman asked.

"No, you. Not Dean. I don't trust that mother fucker taking care of me."

"Don't talk about him that way."

"You see? This is exactly what I'm talking about. Do you see how protective you are over him. You're never like that with me."

"You don't want to be with us remember? You went with Brock and you ruined the Shield."

"But. . .I. . ." I sat silent in the passenger seat.

We arrived at the hotel room.

"Why the hell is he here?!" Dean said.

"Dean, get off the bed." Roman said.