What's Wrong With You?

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It was 5:45 PM when Seth woke up to Dean checking on him. Seth opened his eyes as he felt Dean's palm fingering his neck and then the cooling sensation of the pain relief spray. As he turned his head, he found Dean standing very close to him scanning his neck and wished if Roman was there at Dean's place. But it still made him feel happy about how Dean cared for him. "Are you waking up, Seth?" Seth heard Dean's grave voice right beside his ear. Seth felt warm from inside as Dean started speaking.

"Yeah," he breathed. He then moved a little bit towards the side asking Dean to sit down on the bed. Dean sat down next to Seth on the bed whereas Seth slowly got up from his sleeping position.

"Careful! Did it pain?" gasped Dean quickly bending towards Seth's direction.

"I'm fine, Dean. It's okay," answered Seth. "Man, we haven't talked much since you've been here. How are you? How's aunt?"

"I'm good and my mom's better. You must tell me about yourself, Seth. Ro had told me how you sprained your neck but how did you catch a cold? You've got temperature," said Dean.

"No idea, Deano. I had a blocked nose when I woke up in the morning. I...-" said Seth and paused for a while before he started speaking again. "I got drunk last night cause I wanted to get rid of the pain and on top of that Miz had done my head up speaking trash about me and Roman. So, I just drank and perhaps my health worsened after that. Gee!"

Dean placed his hand on Seth's thigh and said, "How is that fair, Seth? I come back after a few days and find my brother not doing well." He then took Seth's hand in his massaging it gently.

"I'm sorry, Dean. But that's what happened to me yesterday. And, I've got plenty of things to tell you," said Seth.

"Really? Looks like we have a lot to talk about," whispered Dean with his eyes lighting up. "Oh but why did you ask me how to make out, the other day? Now don't tell me you haven't ever made out with anyone in your life."

"I haven't. Trust me," said Seth with a face full of seriousness. "I have experienced love two times in my life. The first one is when I was in a one-sided love with someone from our wrestling academy. And... The other one is what I'm experiencing now." Seth lowered his eyes as his face started to blush red.

Dean punched Seth over his shoulder playfully and said, "Aw man! My Sethie boy is in love! Congrats, brother! No worries, its good to have yourself preserved! So, tell me. Are we seeing her at Roman's birthday party?"

"No! Its not like what you're thinking!" Seth cried out. He then took a deep breath and looked right into Dean's eyes braving up. "Can I trust you, Dean?"

Dean stared at Seth confusingly and raised his eyebrows. "Well, why not? Looks like you don't trust me."

"No, it's not like I don't trust you. I fear you gonna mind me telling this to you," said Seth getting his eyes off Dean's. At that moment, Roman barged into the room whereas Dean and Seth turned to look at him. "Ah! Here you are," said Roman.

"Come on here, birthday boy!" Dean said to Roman.

As Roman came walking towards the bed his eyes met with those of Seth's. "Hey Seth, are you still not feeling well?"

"I'm okay, Rom." replied Seth in a low voice. Seth's heart beat faster as Roman came closer in order to check on him. Roman felt Seth's forehead placing his palm over it gently whereas Seth closed his eyes briefly, feeling overwhelmed from inside. As soon as Roman got his palm off Seth's head he moved over to his neck to check on the swelling over it. "Roman, it's fine...- " Seth spoke up.

"Stay still," said Roman and clicked his tongue, rendering Seth silent.

A few hours later, they went to a night club with their whole team to spend the rest of the night partying hard for Roman's birthday where a lot of their close friends and colleagues from the WWE roster joined in. It was over the midnight when they all scattered at different places inside the club right after they had had a big dinner together. While Roman and Dean were at the washroom, Seth sat alone at the bar, admiring a thin gold chain he was holding in his hand. The chain had a platinum ring on it that shone brilliantly in the lights that the club had. Seth took a sip of champagne from his glass and then fixed his eyes on the chain, smiling to himself.