Golden Boy

Careless

You think saving someone's career you would get a thank you right? Wrong, so wrong I haven't heard anyone say thank you once. Until today by someone I would never even expect to know how to say thank you, but they did.

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Seth sat on the athletic table in the corner of the room clutching onto his ribs for dear life. Ever since Seth broke up The Shield, him and Dean have been in this crazy brutal rivalry. One would be bleeding out while the other had a big sick smile amd sometimes one would be head first in cinder blocks with the other giving a sick laugh.

I grabbed the bag of ice and placed it carefully on his ribs earning a small wince from him at the icy touch.

"Hey I got it," he sneared as he snatched the ice from my hand and placed it, himself, on his ribs. "I don't know who said you could touch me."

"Well if you want to get back to wrestling, then I probably should," I whispered to myself as I looked away.

"What did you say?" Seth glared at me causing me to shrink away in fear. I don't know what is wrong with me but I have never really been able to stand up for myself, not since what happened.

"I didn't say anything Seth," I stampered looking at the ground.

"The other one needs stitches Vivy and then your free to go," the other athletic trainer, Edward, said as he lead Seth out of the trainers room.

I turned to the back wall to grab the supplies for the stitches. Total disrespect I don't know what I ever did to people to just get treated like dirt. As I grabbed the needle I could hear the door slam shut causing me to jump out of my skin.

"I hope your not that jumpy when you're putting these damn stitches in that, that bastard gave me," Dean snarled and I could feel my heart beat faster in fear. He was known for being crazy, a total nutcase, therefore I was always afraid to be in the same room as him.

"N- No you just scared me that's all," I studdered taking a deep breath before grabbing the string out as well and placing it on the little metal table by the athletic table I was going to sit him in.

"Just lost in thoughts huh? They always catch me by surprise too," he chuckled causing me to raise an eyebrow at him.

"What makes you think I was lost in thoughts anyways?" I asked.

"Because you were in here alone and I know you knew I was coming so you probably wouldn't have been afraid when I walked in but you were," he smirked causing a shiver to roll down my spin, he was so unpredictable and he could read people as if they were a book.

"Umm- well come over here by the sink so I can wash your cut mister know- it- all," I turned the sink on and he walked over giving a small laugh at the name.

I immediately spotted his cut it was so obvious it was on the back of his head in a straight line down the middle ending with his hairline. His knotted brown hair was now turned a dark red with all the dry blood. I carefully scrubbed the dry blood off with the towel and then dried the wound.

"Here hold the towel in place in case it starts to bleed again," I placed the towel on his head and lead his hand up to where I put the towel.