Who Do You Love - Dean Ambrose

Chapter 35: Tears On my Pillow

I woke up slowly and a lot like I was swimming through some sort of stormy and unrelenting fog or possibly as if I was driving through bad weather with the windshield wipers flashing back and forth to fix the view. There were noises nearby but they were pretty indiscriminate and so didn't give any hints about where I was or why and the worrying thing was that the more I tried to focus and remember what had happened, the more I came up blank.

"Ugh – ,"

I scrunched my closed eyes in a little tighter and then wrinkled my nose at a pounding in my skull, twisting myself down deeper into the bedsheets and my movement triggering a worried voice from my side,

"Princess?"

"Nuh – ," I mumbled, "Gimme f've m're min'tes."

My words sounded stumbled and groggy with sleep but in response to them a hand passed over my browline and swept back my hair with a warm familiarity that cut through the confusion because it meant Dean was there.

His voice rumbled back,

"Princess open your eyes for me."

"Head h'rts – ,"

"I know baby, please open your eyes."

He sounded so fractured and unusually pleading that I did what he said through confusion alone and lifted my lids like a pair of heavy shutters before wincing at the brightness of the overhead lights. Really the things were so completely unrelenting that I almost retreated back to the darkness again, but then a pair of blue orbs and a face swung in over me and blocked out the unpleasantness.

I smiled weakly.

Dean.

His hair was still damp and plastered down across his forehead and the fingers smoothing my hair back were still wrapped up in tape, which made me frown at him a little because they usually meant showtime yet we were still apparently in bed.

I whimpered in confusion.

"Easy, easy baby, don't try to move."

"I – I don' underst'nd."

Dean blew a breath out then leaned in towards me, moving in closer until we were touching our heads and evidently using the skin to skin contact to center himself against heaven only knew what. His thumbs rose up to cup my cheekbones and then ghost their way across the rosy glow he found as he shook just a little and muttered back gruffly in tones of relief,

"Thank fuck, thank fuck."

It was obvious that he was trying his best not to hurt me, while at the same moving in as close as he could. I blinked in response but let him do it anyway since whatever was happening, I liked having him near.

"Wha – wha' happen'd?"

It was another voice that answered and in deep low tones that I also knew well. Turning my head beyond the crook of my boyfriend's elbow, I searched the room for the familiar face and found it sat in a chair beneath the window and gazing across soberly albeit with relief.

"You're okay baby girl,"

"But, where am I?"

"Hospital."