Who Do You Love - Dean Ambrose

Save A Prayer

As it turned out – thank god – Hunter wasn't dead but he was badly injured as a result of the attack and for the next ten minutes the cameras hovered over him as he was loaded into an ambulance and taken away. The Shield had managed to get me up on my feet again but we arrived at the scene just moments too late and I stood in shock staring at the aftermath with frantic tears streaming down my face. I didn't even realize that Dean was getting the low-down until he grabbed my hand and started stalking away, towing me along in a half-daze behind him as he clipped out facts that I only vaguely heard,

"They've taken him to the State University Hospital. I'll get you over there, the guys can take our stuff back to the hotel, right?"

Roman and Seth were walking beside us – something else I hadn't registered – and they nodded as one,

"Right."

"Sure thing man."

"Hey," Roman put a hand on my shoulder, "Hope everything turns out alright Baby Girl."

Seth pointed a finger at Dean,

"Keep us in the loop, you hear?"

I simply blinked at them in bewilderment and let Dean drag me towards the car. I didn't even speak for the first ten minutes then something in me broke and I just couldn't stop.

"What – what if we get there and he's – he's dead?"

Dean swung us out into traffic and then cursed in annoyance as the lights turned red.

"He's not dead Lauren, when they took him away he was stable."

"But what if something's happened since then? What if we get there and – oh god – I can't lose another parent Dean, I can't. It isn't fair. What have I done?"

As I blinked a string of tears trickled straight down my face and Dean reached across and cupped my cheek, making me look at him as he brushed them away,

"Lauren, I'm tellin' you he'll be fine, You haven't seen him do some of the shit I have. He's been dropped from a fuckin' forklift truck and he came out of it okay. You're not losin' anyone else Princess, I promise."

Instead of answering I hiccupped down a sob,

"Stephanie's going to be there."

"So? Fuck her. You're there to see Hunter – got nothin' to do with her."

"But what if she won't let me see him? Or – or tries to get me thrown out of there, or – ,"

"Then she'll have to get past me, alright? Besides, how can she do that when you're his daughter? She might be his crazy bitch of a wife, but no way can she fuckin' kick you out. You've got as much right to be there as she does. Maybe more."

I wanted to believe him, really I did, but the anxieties were swirling in like a mist and beginning to choke all the oxygen away. The thought of being an actual orphan wrapped around me and wouldn't let go and all I could think about was our last conversation and how vitriolic and angry I had been. What if I never got the chance to make it up to him? What if we never got to be father and daughter again?

By the time we arrived at the hospital I felt dizzy and had to once more rely on Dean to pull me along. He got a few looks given that he was still kinda sweaty and wearing his wrestling gear and vest but as ever he took the situation like a trooper and I was just so god damn grateful he was there. I was going to have to thank him for that later.