Trust Comes First (A WWE Fanfic)

Chapter 53 Reconciliation

 Next Morning

With the help of the painkillers I had managed to get a decent amount of sleep. As I cracked my eyes though I knew I had stiffened up during the night and I let out a breath, knowing I was going to be in a whole world of hurt. Dean was stretched out still on the recliner, hands resting on his stomach. His eyes were shut and for once he actually looked relaxed. When he wasn't scowling, smirking or acting crazy he looked younger than I had thought. Shifting onto my back I moaned, feeling the stiff muscles seizing up. Dean's eyes flew open and he sat up, blinking rapidly.

"What's wrong?" he asked, his normally deep voice sinking to new levels.

"Nothing I just rolled over. I have to try get up here." I panted, riding out the wave of pain.

He nodded, ducking into the bathroom. I heard the toilet flush after a moment and then the tap running. When he came out he looked fully awake, hair wet and plastered to his forehead. This was the Dean that I was used to and I pressed a hand against my own forehead as I relaxed. Putting my hands by my side I pushed up, hands shaking when I felt the tension in my back. Dean jumped to my side, arm undermine helping me sit.

"This is ridiculous. I can barely move on my own." I grumbled, punching the bed softly, feeling the frustration rise.

"You went through a table Lila. You're not just going to get up and start dancing the next day." Dean argued, watching as I yanked the covers back and slid my legs to the floor, "And of course you're going to try stand up, why wouldn't you."

He held out his hand and I put mine in his, bracing myself as I stood up, legs shaking just a little bit. I risked a stretch, wincing as my muscles pulled. Dean frowned at me and I continued, turning each way, feeling better. After a moment I walked to the bathroom, wincing at my reflection. My hair was a rats nest and the bruise on my jaw was purple. Washing my face and wetting my hair I combed it out. Finally satisfied I saw my hair bouncing into my natural curls and I looked more presentable. Walking out Dean was sitting on the bed waiting for me. His head tilted as he surveyed me, and I felt a bit self-conscious wearing the unflattering hospital gown.

"You look better. Especially not attached to the IV pump anymore." He nodded, glancing at my hand.

I lifted it, glancing at the band aid on my hand. I didn't even realize that I didn't have it attached anymore. Sitting next to Dean I ran my hands over my legs, feeling better.

"I didn't even feel them take it out." I murmured, running my hand over my bandage.

"They came in this morning while you were sleeping. I told them they could take it out." He informed me.

"Oh."

There was a knock at the door and it opened, Seth poking his slicked back head inside. I gave him a smile and he smiled back, shock replacing it in a moment as he looked at Dean. Walking in he had a bag in his hand and Roman came behind him, holding some flowers. Dean stood up, facing his two brothers who had matching looks of confusion on their faces.

"How are you feeling?" Seth asked, setting the bag on the chair, eyes flickering to the obviously slept in recliner.

"Better. I was sore last night and when I woke up but I'm feeling alright now." I reassured Seth who sat next to me, Dean leaving the room.

"We were really worried about you." Roman rumbled, pulling a chair in front of me.

"I'm ok guys. I knew they would keep me in at least for observation." I shrugged, feeling my muscles protest.