Kane's P.O.V.
My boots made an echoing thud as I treaded back to my locker room, my body battered and bruised from my match. I barely made it back to my locker room, my shoulder slamming into the cement wall, my hand catching the door handle, making sure I didn't hit the pavement. Sweat trickled down my face as I panted heavily, the room spinning. I grabbed my head with my free hand, trying to stop the onslaught of passing out. I suddenly felt hands under my arms, catching me before my knees gave out. I opened my two-toned eyes to look up to meet the emerald green eyes of my older brother. We were in a feud at the moment. On camera anyway.
"You get hurt that badly?" He asked, his voice barely above a whisper to avoid gaining the attention of the cameramen who filmed nearby. I nodded as he slipped one of my arms around his shoulders, his other snaking around my waist.
"C'mon, let's get you on the bench." We entered my locker room, locking the door behind us. I sat down on the bench, leaning back, my burning head touching the cool cement tiled wall behind me. Mark went into the bathroom for a moment, coming back out with a first aid kit, a bottle of water, and a cool cloth.
"Lay down." I glanced at him with a certain look. He glanced right back, not backing down.
"No arguments. Down." I rolled my eyes and laid down, hissing as I did. Mark's hand slipped behind my head, gently laying my throbbing head on the piece of wood that splintered under my weight. I never took my eyes of my brother as he stared at me, a worried look in his eyes.
"Just take it easy and relax." I sighed heavily and closed my eyes as Mark opened up the first aid kit. He placed the cold cloth on my forehead, applying some pressure. I felt my heartbeat speed up as I placed my hand on top of his. We stopped for a minute, observing the tender moment between us.
"What hurts?" I wasn't quick to answer, tearing my gaze away from. I mentally cursed as I felt tears well up in my eyes.
"It's not my body that hurts..." I turned my attention back to him, a tear now slipping down my temple. He looked down, nodding.
"I know the feeling..." I closed my eyes and sat up, Mark stopping me almost immediately.
"You're hurt..." Our eyes were locked, our faces near inches apart.
"And you're the only one that can heal me..." I then wrapped my arms around him, closing my eyes tightly, another tear escaping. He didn't move for a minute before reluctantly returned the embrace, his left arm around my waist, his right around my upper back, his hand caressing my bald head.
"We have to follow the script..." He whispered in my ear, the tears now making their way down my cheeks.
"But I don't want to...I hate hurting you...It hurts me to see you in pain like this..." He cupped my face gently, placing a kiss on my forehead, my heart breaking in two.
"The physical pain you put me through is nothing compared to the pain I would feel if I ever lost my baby brother..." My heart skipped a beat as I stared at him through wet eyes.
"Do you really mean that?" I asked as his forehead touched mine tenderly.
"Of course I do. You're my world. We may have to be enemies for show but you know deep down I'd do anything to protect you. " I closed my eyes, laying my head on his chest.
"Anything?" My voice was now beginning to crack. He placed his hand on top of my head and kissed it.
"Anything." I lifted my head up, locking eyes with him one more time.
"Then prove to me that you really love me." He smiled and cupped my face.
"As you wish, my love." I smiled back as we closed our eyes and melted as one.