Who Do You Love - Dean Ambrose

Chapter 36: Apologize

At some point in the early or possibly the late morning since I was simply too addled and sort of sleep fogged to really know, Roman packed Dean off to the hotel to pick our bags up and to shave and have a shower.

Not that he had wanted to go –

He'd been forced to since his brother had been adamant about the sweat smell and the salient fact that we would all shortly be heading home, just as soon as the doctors saw fit to discharge me which meant then getting onto a four hour flight. Roman was driving to visit relatives in the rental and so his valid point was that it didn't matter how he smelt, whereas Dean would be pressed up in coach with other people who could possibly complain.

I'd been awake throughout their talk.

Or – okay – not awake but semi-conscious and so I had very vaguely known that my boyfriend was heading off and which he had further underlined by bending in to kiss me, while carding through my long hair and stroking my head,

"Princess, I'm gonna be back in like an hour, the big dog's gonna keep an eye on you, alright?"

I had nodded a little in a sleepy sort of apathy but then reached up and tangled my fingers in his vest, pulling him in closer like I was trying to hug him although I was frankly so exhausted that precious little else worked.

I had mumbled at him,

"Love you."

Dean had snorted, but given me another gentle kiss,

"Back atcha kid."

After that I had drifted off again into the darkness but it was okay because in spite of it I knew that Roman was still there and I trusted him implicitly to faithfully watch over me and which rewarded me hours later when I blinked into the light –

Daylight this time however, streaming through the cheap blinds and painting the room with a milky morning glow that highlighted the big dog curled up in the small visiting chair and snorting very softly while his lips made fluttering sounds. My head was still pounding but I was sort of getting used to it, besides which at one stage I had woken very fleetingly to a nurse holding out a pain pill pot and so I figured that they were also helping to make things mildly better.

But there something they couldn't do though.

I needed to pee and with a hot and panicky, bladder-tensing sort of intensity that was possibly the reason I had been roused from my sleep, although I wasn't too sure I was allowed out of bed yet because while I hadn't been instructed that I couldn't move anywhere I had also not been told in any sense that I could.

"Damn it."

I hissed and then threw back the covers before carefully swinging my legs around. They felt kind of heavy which was possibly just weight gain but I figured that it was slightly more likely to be my head, not to mention my overly battered body which seemed to be tender and sensitive everywhere. Putting my toes down sent a shiver through my system, because the plain white linoleum floor was horrifically cold and wasn't much helped by the fact that I was clad in a hospital gown and absolutely nothing else.

"Where are my clothes?"

My bladder tightened crossly and cut off that musing before it could take proper hold and I shuffled across to the small adjoining bathroom to sort out the problem before my renal system could explode. It felt a little weird to be up on my feet again, almost like I had been sleeping for days instead of hours and my head still pounded and swam around on me a little as if I were trudging through a faraway haze. Dean and the others may have been used to concussion, but I on the other hand was patently not and that reason, coupled with the feeling spaced out thing was enough to make my mind up on not having it again.