Braun Strowman One Shots & Drabbles

I'm Fine

"What is going on?" You asked as you stood backstage in the American Airlines Arena in Dallas watching as your new husband of just over a month, Braun Strowman, was in the back of an ambulance that Roman Reigns was driving through the parking lot.

"What is he doing?" You asked as Roman suddenly stopped the ambulance in the middle of the parking lot. The camera zoomed in on Roman's face, and you tried to read it for any indication on what he was about to do, but you couldn't read him.

Then you saw the lights on the back of the ambulance come on, and you saw the ambulance start going in reverse. Your heart rate picked up in your chest as your hands flew to your mouth. Whatever was happening in the next five seconds was not going to be good for Braun.

You watched as the back of the ambulance crashed with one of the equipment trucks parked in the back. You were on the ground before you knew what was happening when you saw the back of the ambulance folded up like an accordion. You knew it was scripted. You knew that professional stunt people made it happen. You knew that Braun was safe. WWE wouldn't risk the health of any of their employees. But the wife in you only saw the vehicle your husband was in crumpled up like it was a piece of paper.

"Y/n? Y/n are you okay?" You heard somebody say as they knelt down next to you. You looked to your left and saw Renee kneeling down next to you.

You couldn't find words. Your chest was tight and aching. Your eyes were burning from the tears. All you could do was shake your head and lean into her. She put her arms around you and held you tightly.

"He'll be fine. It's just a show." She reassured you.

Again you knew she was right. You knew it was all just for the sake of the show. This wasn't the first time you had seen stunt happened. You knew this same sort of thing happened when you were younger between Hulk Hogan and the Rock. You knew it wasn't real, but the tight feeling in your chest and the tears coming down your face sure were.

"I need to go out there." You said as you stood up.

"Y/n-" Renee said as she gave you a questioning expression, almost as if asking if you really wanted to do this.

"I need to see him." You said.

You followed the signs backstage to the parking lot. You arrived about the time the fire trucks were pulling in. You saw them bring out the jaws of life and you knew it wasn't good. Part of you wondered how much of this was for the cameras and how much of it was real. Were the jaws of life just for the sake of the show or was the ambulance really jammed?

You stood there with Kurt, Renee, and the others who were gathered around. You watched then break the ambulance open. The first responders jumped into the ambulance to check on Braun. You stood there, holding your breath, as you waited for some sign of life.

You looked on as the firefighters tried to get him on the stretcher but he was pushing them away. His pride was getting in the way of common sense. He was going to walk out of this on his own accord. He wouldn't look weak and let anybody put him on a stretcher.

You watched on as he fell out of the ambulance as firefighters tried to help him up. He pulled himself to his feet using the stretcher only to collapse to the ground a second later. You saw blood coming from his mouth, and your mind immediately went to what sort of internal injuries he could have.

The firefighters and people from WWE tried to help him up, but he pushed them all away. He wasn't going to let anyone help him.

Standing there and watching Braun try to get to his feet several times only to fail was heartbreaking. When he finally did make it to his feet, he ran nearly head first into a bus. He used the bus to hold himself up, leaving a trail of blood behind him on the white paint.

He turned back to look at everyone. Everyone was in shock. Nobody knew what to say. How do you help someone who refuses to be helped?

"Leave. Me. Alone." Braun said before stumbling away.

As soon as the cameras were off of him, you went running after him.

"Braun! Braun!" You yelled.

He stopped walking and turned to face you.

Through the blood running down his face, you saw his expression drop. Even in after everything he had just been through, his biggest concern was if you were okay.

He started stumbling his way over to you. The closer he got the more your heart broke. It was like he was breaking a little piece of your heart with every step. There was a gash in the middle of his forehead and a deep cut above his left eye. His lip was busted open, and he had blood everywhere. His surgically repaired elbow was bleeding, and you could see bruises beginning to appear. But he was standing on his own two feet, sort of. That was a good sign.

You reached up and wiped away the tears from your cheeks with the back of your hand.

"I'm fine," Braun breathed out as he came closer to you.

You couldn't find the words to say.

"Babe, I'm fine." He said.

"You don't look fine, Braun." You admitted as you looked up at him.

"I'm fine. Just a little bump." He said as he wrapped one of his arms around you and pulled you into his side. You leaned your head against his chest, not worrying about the blood he was getting on your white shirt. The blood would wash out in the laundry. Your husband's health was more of a priority. You could hear the *lub dub lub dub* pattern of his heart in your ear and your lips curved into a smile. His heart was beating. He was alive. He was a little bruised, but he would be okay.

"Braun we need to get you to a doctor." You said.

"They aren't taking me in an ambulance." He said.

"Braun-"

"I'm not going in an ambulance." He said.

"Then will you let me take you in our car?" You asked.

"I don't need a doctor. I'm fine. I'll shower and be fine." He said.

"Braun, please. Go get checked out...for me?" You said as you looked up at him with a hopeful expression.

He sighed and dropped his head. "Fine. But we're going home after they stitch me up. I'm not spending my night in a hospital."

"Thank you." You said as you started leading him towards your rental car so that you could get him to some medical attention.