Trust Comes First (A WWE Fanfic)

Chapter 86 Surviving The Night

   My eyes flew open, and I jolted up, whirling around looking for Evolution. Instantly there was a pair of hands on either side of my face, holding me steady and I focused in. Seth's brown eyes were more worried than I had ever seen and I relaxed, recognizing the medical room. Roman had his vest off, the doctor pressing a bandage against his shoulder. Dean was sitting in a chair next to the bed, hands folded in front of his mouth, leg going a hundred miles an hour.

"Lila. Hey relax. Lie back down." Seth murmured, gently setting me back against the reclined bed.

"She up?" Roman called, waving off the doctor and coming to stand next to me.

"What the hell happened?" I asked, pushing myself back up despite Seth's protests.

"You passed out. We had to carry you here." Seth explained and I frowned, not remembering that.

"Damn. That guy's such a dick." I groaned, seeing my jacket on the chair.

Dean jumped up, coming to stand next to the other two. I ran a hand through my hair before prodding my stomach still feeling the ache from landing on it. I wasn't as bad as the other three but I knew I would need some recuperation time.

"Why did you get involved Lila?" Roman asked, sounding frustrated, "You would have been fine if you just left it alone."

"Roman what the fuck are you thinking asking me something like that?" I shot back, temper instantly flaring to life, "I did what I had to and I would do it all over again."

"I'm thinking that maybe you wouldn't have passed out or been knocked out or whatever the hell happened to you. I wouldn't have had to watch Seth carry you out of that damn ring!" he shouted, making my jaw clench, "Do you have any idea how terrifying that was? Not knowing what the hell happened to you?"

"Yes I do know because I just went through it!" I yelled back, getting to my feet, "You're yelling at me because you just went through what you all expect me to go through every time we go out into that ring!"

They all looked at me, eyes looking vaguely guilty. I felt fine besides passing out for a few minutes. I had a strong feeling it was from getting the wind knocked out of my two times in a row.

"I didn't think about it that way." Roman muttered, rubbing his shoulder.

"Ya no shit. Look you can't keep flipping out on me like this." I shook my head, hands on my hips, "You can't ask me to just sit there and watch like I did tonight. That was torture for me. I sat there and stayed out of it as long as I could but not anymore. That's like asking you guys to watch me get beat down."

Roman shook his head, repulsion apparent on his face as he thought about my words. Dean's fists were clenched at his side and I could feel Seth tense up beside me. I knew they were thinking about it and I sighed, not wanting to fight with them after everything.

"Gentleman, can I get through here? I'd like to give Lila the once over before I send her with you." Dr. Mitchell announced from somewhere behind the three guys.

They moved letting him get to me and I sat back up on the table. The guys stayed there, waiting by the door as the doctor checked me out, making sure I had no concussion or anything broken. After shining a light in my eyes he nodded, seemingly satisfied.

"Surprising but you seem fine. Medically you can compete and you are fine." He announced, a frown on his face.

"Why do you seem disappointed?" I laughed, getting to my feet, picking up my jacket.

"You were completely out cold when you were brought in here, I mean limp noodle." He raised an eyebrow, "I don't get how you don't have a concussion or any head trauma."

"Miracle. I could be Jesus." I shrugged, pulling my jacket on, hearing Seth and Roman snort with laughter.

"Or the Anti-Christ." Dean mumbled under his breath, making me shoot him a dirty look.

"All I know is that you are incredibly lucky." He said and I gave him a smile before following the other three out.

We made our way slowly to the locker room, and I waited patiently as they got changed and grabbed their bags. Everyone was silent as we walked to the bus, avoiding running into people. When we got in the bus the silence kept on, Roman and Dean heading to their rooms, shutting the doors nearly all the way. I sighed, throwing my title on the table before kicking my shoes off. Throwing my jacket off as well I sank onto the couch, resting my head in my hand. Seth hobbled slowly to me, holding the back of his neck. He took a perfect RKO from Randy and I knew he must have been in pain.

"Are you alright? I asked, glancing next to me.

"My neck is sore. Randy has a wicked move man." Seth groaned, rubbing his neck.

I got up, holding out my hand for Seth and he placed his hand in mine. I took the cushion off the couch and set it on the floor in front of me. Sitting back down he sat in front of me, his head between my legs. I gathered his hair up, putting it in a bun on the back of his head before bringing my hands to his neck. I gently kneaded the tense muscles there, feeling the muscles slowly relaxing. Seth flipped through channels as I continued, careful not to put too much pressure on his neck. He groaned as I got at the knots at his shoulders.

"Can you do this after every single match?" he asked, letting his head loll down, "I swear you have magic hands."

"In your dreams. This isn't an everyday thing." I laughed, as he sat forward, taking his shirt off so I could get at his shoulders.

I shook my head good naturedly as I used my thumbs to work the knots out. We sat there for a while, just letting the TV fill the silence, my thoughts running wild. After tonight the Shield was in rough shape and Dean still had a match in three days and then Wrestlemania finally 3 days after that. Seth seemed a lot better and I let my hands clasp around him, leaning down and resting my head against his. He brought his hands up, rubbing my forearms.

"What's the matter?" he asked, beard brushing my cheek.

"I'm worried about Dean." I admitted quietly, not wanting anyone to hear, "He's hurt and he's got the title match in three days and then Wrestlemania. How is he going to do this?"

"The thing about Dean is he can handle a lot of damage." Seth murmured, feeling me shake my head, "I'm serious. I get that he's not invincible but if any of us could do this it would be him."

"I have faith in you guys but the Authority is really stacking the deck against us here." I sighed, looking at him as he turned to me.

"Go talk to Dean than. See how he's feeling and you'll see he's not worried so you shouldn't be either." Seth offered, and I frowned, glancing at his partly closed door.

"I don't know." I shrugged.

"Why not? Are you guys ok or are you fighting again?" Seth questioned, raising an eyebrow.

"Well not fighting per say..."I trailed off, leaning back against the couch, "We were talking about his earlier days and it got...heated."

"You guys can't keep doing this." Seth sighed, turning and facing me, legs still on either side of me, "I get that we should have told you but you guys have to get over it at some point. Wrestlemania is in 6 days and we need to be a team. Go talk to him."

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