Ten Tonne Skeleton (Dean Ambrose Fanfic)

Flying out to Seattle - Part 8

Roman wasn't looking forward to ringing Seth. He knew it would break the boy's heart beyond repair, but he did make a promise to his friend and he wasn't about to break it. He looked over at the clock and saw that it was 1:33 am. Hopefully Seth was awake. Roman dialed in his number and clicked the call button.

"Hello." He heard Seth's tired voice.

"Hey, Seth it's Roman." 

"Oh hey, did you find out what was wrong with Ambrose?" 

"Yeah." Roman sighed. "I'm at the hospital with him right now."

"Wait what? What happened?" Seth's voice quivered.

"I found him unconscious in the hotel bath tub. I think he tried to drown himself."

"Oh god." The two-toned man cried. "Why would he do that. I-is he okay now?"

"I'm not sure. I've been in the waiting room for over an hour, but they won't tell me anything. They rushed him to a specialist care unit as soon as we got here." Roman was struggling to hold the tears back but he knew he had to be strong for Seth.

"I'm catching the next flight over. Which hospital are you at?" 

"The main one, near the airport I think."

"Okay, the next flight is in an hour so I should be there by 4 am." Seth stated. "Just make sure Dean's okay."

"I will don't worry. See you in a bit, brotha."

"See ya." Seth hung up.

Roman got up out of his uncomfortable seat and headed to the reception desk. The lady at the desk looked very tired, but she also seemed like a kind person.

"Excuse me, could you tell me if there is any news on my friend, Dean Ambrose please? He came in about an hour ago." Roman asked as politely as he could. The lady searched through her computer for a few minutes until she found Dean's file.

"Okay, so his breathing has been stabilized and he has been moved out of the Special Care Unit. I could bring a doctor down to take you to see your friend if you like." She smiled, sympathetically.

"Yes, that would be great. Thank you."

"No problem." The receptionist called for a doctor and told Roman that he would be there momentarily.

Roman took a seat and waited for the doctor. Finally he appeared.

"Is someone here for a Mr Dean Ambrose?" He asked.

"Yeah, that's me." The Samoan smiled sheepishly. 

"Ah, follow me." The two of them left the waiting room and headed towards an elevator. "Are you related to Mr Ambrose?" The doctor asked.

"No, I'm just a close friend."

"Well, it's a good job you found him when you did. We struggled a lot to stabilize his breathing. His body put up a good fight, but luckily we won. He has done some damage to his lungs but we can just give him some antibiotics to fix that." They finally got out of the elevator and entered a large corridor.

"Your friend has his own private room as he is currently in a coma. We're not sure how long he will be in the coma for, I'm afraid there is no way of telling. He's doing good at the moment though." The doctor stated as they reached the door to the room. The doctor opened the door and gestured for Roman to follow.

Dean had multiple tubes down his throat. One to help with his breathing and the other for food. His hands, arms and chest all had needles sticking out of them to give Dean the right medication. It was a horrific sight to see and it made Roman feel sick.

"Mr Ambrose seems to be very malnourished, were you aware of this?" The doctor, Todd asked.

"Um, he's been having some problems with food lately but I didn't realize it was this bad." Roman confessed feeling as though he had failed his friend. Why didn't he try to help Dean sooner?

"That's a common mistake. People don't realize what going on in someone else's mind. Did he do this to himself on purpose?" Todd asked grabbing a pen and a piece of paper.

"Yeah, I think so."

"And those burns on his arms. Self-harm?"

"Yes." Roman sighed.

"Alright, well I'll leave you with him. Are you expecting anymore visitors?"

"My friend Seth is traveling from Iowa, so he should be here in a few hours. Him and Dean are very close."

"Okay, that's fine. I'll be back in an hour to check on Mr Ambrose." The doctor smiled as he exited the room. Roman decided to text Seth and tell him the news.

'Hey, his breathing has been stabilized and he's out of the Special Care Unit. He's in a coma though and they don't know when he's going to wake up.'

'Okay, that's half good I guess. I'm on the plane so I'll be about 2 hours tops.'

'Cool, see you in a bit'

Roman had read stories about people in comas and one of the most common things people talk about is how the patient can hear others talking around them. Roman thought he would give it a shot and see if he could help his friend.

"Hey, Dean? You there bud?" Roman smiled realizing how strange he must look talking to himself. The things he does for his friend. "I hope you can hear me. I just wanted you to know that I'm sorry for treating you badly these last couple of days. You didn't deserve that. I hope you wake up soon. I miss you already."

The time passed excruciatingly slow and Roman felt as if he was losing his mind. That was until Seth arrived.

"Hey." He said as he entered the room on his crutches. 

"Hey, how was your flight." Roman asked.

"Good, how's Ambrose?" Seth looked over at his friend on the bed and started crying instantly. 

"He's doing okay."

Roman helped Seth to sit down on one of the hospital chairs and told him about everything that had happened that night.

The two men eventually got some sleep, but it wasn't peaceful. The constant beeping of the heart monitor was enough to drive anyone insane.