Hey! New part, thanks for reading and enjoy! Sorry it's a bit short the next chapter is going to be longer.
Sunday morning arrived and Dean was the first to wake. He was still confused as to what had happened. He remembers getting ready for his match at Roadblock but everything after that was a blur. For some reason he was in a hospital. He wondered whether something had happened to him during the match, but it took a lot to take him down so he knew that couldn't be what had happened. The doctor had said something about a suicide attempt but Dean didn't remember that.
Seth had looked worried when Dean woke up. He had tears falling from his eyes and he looked exhausted. Dean just hoped he wasn't the cause for all of Seth's pain.
To the left of the room Dean saw AJ fast asleep by the window, his face glowing in the morning sun. Why was he here? They had broken up. He had no reason to be here.
The sun was almost fully risen into the sky. Dean knew it was getting close to lunchtime and he was hungry. He didn't want to wake up Seth but he was desperate for something to eat and he knew he didn't have the strength to get something himself. Dean reached over to his boyfriend's body and gave him a nudge hoping that would be enough to wake him, but it wasn't. Dean really didn't want to shout. He wasn't able to raise his voice after not using it for so long, so he waited for someone to appear.
After 20 minutes of waiting a middle aged looking man with a clipboard entered the room. Dean wasn't sure who he was but he looked like a doctor.
"Good morning Mr Ambrose." The doctor smiled. "I'm Doctor Rann and I've been looking after you for the past seven days."
"S-seven?" Dean croaked out in surprise, his voice barley a whisper.
"Yes, one whole week you've been here."
"W-what hap-pened?" The blonde man was still getting use to using his voice.
"Well, last Saturday night you were rushed here by that young man over there." Doctor Rann pointed towards AJ as he spoke. "You weren't breathing and when I first saw you I thought you were dead. You had overdosed on alcohol and sleeping pills and your organs were failing. It took us a while to get you stabilized and you were in the Intensive Care unit for five days. Everyone was worried for you."
Dean was shocked by what had happened. Did he really try to kill himself again? How could he be so cruel to Seth?
"Oh." Dean simply said in reply to the doctor.
"Yes, oh. Also Mr Ambrose, were you aware that you were very undernourished?"
"What does that mean?"
"It means that you weren't getting enough nutrients. The most common reason for that is by starving yourself. We kind of assumed that you inflicted it on yourself because of why you were in here in the first place and then Mr Rollins confirmed it for us. Would you like to arrange to get some help once you leave the hospital?" Doctor Rann asked.
"Uh, I- no. I'll think about it." Dean stuttered.
"Okay, well please consider it. I don't want to see you back here again for not taking care of your body." Doctor Rann sighed. "Now, is there anything I can get you?"
"Could I have a glass of water please? And something to eat?"
"Of course. Any allergies?" Dean shook his head, no. "Alright, I'll be back in a moment."
"Thanks."
Doctor Rann returned with a bottle of water and a ham sandwich. Dean ate it gratefully and spent an hour watching TV, before Seth woke up.
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Ten Tonne Skeleton (Dean Ambrose Fanfic)
FanficDean just wanted to be like the other wrestlers. However, there was one tiny problem. He is infatuated with the feeling of hurting himself. Dean Ambrose/Seth Rollins. Dean Ambrose/AJ Styles.