Turnaround

Part 1

"So what are you doing tonight man?" Roman was on his break right now. He was one of the top Doctors here in Iowa. He was talking to Seth, Seth Rollins. His best friend from High School, well they used to be more than best friends but that didn't work out, it was more like an experiment. It was their first time being with men back in that time. But over the years Seth has had plenty of experience but Roman just didn't go further with that type of stuff. He had plenty of girlfriends though. He just didn't find any other man attractive like he found Seth attractive in High School. Ever since then Roman became something big to people, he loved to help people in need and becoming a Doctor was something he was really interested in. Seth on the other hand was a bartender, he liked the night club scene. He also lived in a shared house with some of his and Roman's friends from High School. They had some good things going for them right now.

"I guess just go to work and then go home. Got nothing else to do. You're lucky you get off at night. I actually don't feel like going to work tonight."

Roman chuckled. "I'll try to come over tomorrow. You guys better have food." The phone call ended not too long after and Roman found himself walking down the hall to go home. It was a good day 'cause usually he had to work more than 11 hours, but not today. He didn't really care about the hours he worked because he had no one to go home to anyway. He was single, he's been single for almost 2 years.

As Roman left out the hospital he waved at everyone. He smiled as some of the women he worked with smiled at him and winked. He was known as a ladies man in there, he didn't even have to do anything. But he was interested in those girls, not for a long term relationship nah. Nothing got his attention, nothing stood out about those girls. Everyone he's ever slept with was always missing something. Missing something that Roman went wild for, but what that was Roman didn't fucking know. It was just a damn spark that lit up inside of him and it never died. He wanted that feeling again.

As Roman got into his car and drove off he turned on his radio as he headed down the road. He hit a red light and heard cursing and grunts so he turned off his radio and looked around. He saw nothing so he drove up a bit more and saw a lot of guys around one guy, this was obviously a fight. Then it started and that one targeted guy got a few down but he lost his handle of it all. Roman got out the car and yelled, he was much bigger and taller than all the guys that was targeting the guy who was a coughing bloody mess on the ground.

"Get the fuck out of here." Roman pushed one of the guys really hard and watched the others all run away. He kneeled down and saw the man coughing up blood so he put his hand in his dirty blonde locks and tilted his head back so he could get a look at his face. He had bruises on his cheeks and a busted lip. When Roman took his hand away the blonde's head dropped back down. "I'm going to take you home with me."

"I don't need your help." The blonde said roughly. His voice was raspy and deep. "I had them.."

Roman shook his head and pulled the man up, the blonde tried to struggle but he was weak. The tank top he wearing was ripped and there was visible cuts. He was losing blood. Roman quickly got him to the car and put him in the backseat. Once Roman got into the driver's seat he sighed loudly before he continued the drive to his house. The blonde passed out in the backseat on the way.

Once Roman got to his house he quickly got out the car and opened the back door to get the beaten up man out. He noticed that he wasn't moving but he had a pulse. Roman put the blonde on his shoulder and got his house key out of his pocket as he walked to his front door. He unlocked it it and came in before he kicked the door closed with his foot.

Roman had out his first aid kit as he took off the passed out man's shirt. He saw the cuts on his sides and grunted. The blonde opened his eyes slowly and flinched when he felt a sting on his skin. "Fucking shit! That hurts you son of a bitch."

Roman's gray eyes traveled up to the other man's slowly as he took away the cotton ball that had peroxide on it. "You're awake."

"Uh obviously. I told you I didn't want to come with you. Fucking kidnapped me? Who does that shit?"

"Relax." Roman ignored the blonde and put the peroxide on his wounds again. The man winced and balled up his fist. Roman continued to dab at all the wounds before he looked back up. "So what's your name?" He dabbed at an open wound and heard a loud hiss.

"Dean." The man grunted out loudly. "Fucking stop it. It hurts."

"You need stitches."

"Okay then stop touching it, take me to the fucking hospital. You're not a doctor."

"I am actually." Roman laughed a bit and shook his head. "I'm Roman. Roman Reigns. I'm going to stitch you up alright? You got somewhere to stay?"

"No."

"You're kidding right?" Roman started to stitch Dean up slowly as they continued their small talk. "Why were you fighting? Why did that start?"

"I owe them money. A lot of fucking money and I told them they weren't going to get that shit. I just got out of jail and I don't have anything or anyone here in Iowa."

Roman hummed deeply then nodded slowly. "Why are you in Iowa then?"

"Long story. Hold on. Why the fuck am I explaining myself to you?" Dean shook his head then gasped when Roman cupped his chin to make them look at each other. The bigger man eyed the purple bruises on his face with an expression that couldn't really be identified. "What are you looking at dude?"

"I got some cream for your bruises. Stay here." Roman got up and left the living room. Dean rolled his eyes as he sat up slowly on the couch.

"Not like I have anywhere else to go.."

When Roman came back he tossed the cream to Dean and watched him rub it into his bruised cheeks. Roman felt this little tingle as he watched Dean's facial expressions. He had those dirty blonde curls in his eyes and those gray eyes that looked to be in a different place, like he was in a deep thought always. Far away from present. He had dimples, he didn't have to smile for you to see them either.

"You checking me out or something?" Roman blinked two times and came back to reality. "I don't go that way bro." Roman didn't say anything he just took the cream and his kit to put away. He thought more about Dean as he put away his supplies. He was a real asshole that was true but there was something else there. This burning candle.

Roman went to his room to get some extra clothes, they would be baggy on Dean but he needed something to wear. Once he got it he came back to the living room to see Dean stood in front of the couch touching his stomach and scars. He had a 6 pack and his pants hung off his waist, a deep v-line coming out to play. Roman swallowed and scratched the back of his head. He hadn't checked out another guy since Seth, it was weird. It's been so many years.

"Uh here. You should get washed up and rest." Roman gave Dean the clothes and backed away. "I have work in the morning so..I'm going to call it a night. There's food in the fridge or whatever, make yourself at home yeah?" As Roman walked away he heard his name so he backed up .

"Why are you helping me? I don't deserve shit."

"I like helping people." Was all Roman said before he walked again. He heard a faint 'thanks' as he went into his room. In that moment he knew that a world of events were about to come his way.