Kane's P.O.V.
I breathed heavily as sweat trickled down my face. I wiped my brow with the back of my hand and picked up Edge by his hair. I gave him a hard Irish-whip into the corner and then slammed my boot into his face. I was exhausted. I dropped to a knee trying to catch my breath. I looked up just in time to see Edge running at me. He then hit me. Not with a spear but with a chair. I heard it crack off my skull as I slammed onto my back, the room spinning and pain shooting through my cranium. I groaned as I saw blood dripping from my forehead. I slowly got back up only to be knocked down again with a chair to the back of my head. Over and over, I was assaulted with the chair. I then screamed as I felt my kneecap shatter. Edge smirked, knowing the job was done. The arena then went black. The lights came back on and Mark had Edge by the throat. He chokeslammed him out of the ring and made sure he didn't get back up. I opened my eyes to see him sliding back in the ring. My right eye was shut tightly to keep the blood out of it as I tried to sit up but to no avail. I was embarrassed being in a state like this in front of my brother. He then offered his hand. I looked at him curiously but he just stared back at me. I took his hand and he helped me to my feet. I gave a cry as I tried to put weight on my injured leg. He slipped my arm over his shoulders just in time to keep me from collapsing. I looked at him and he smirked a little.
"Even monsters need a little help sometime." I smirked through my pain and nodded in agreement. He helped me out of the ring and escorted me to the back. I sat down in the medical room and was given a rag for my forehead.
"Let me do it." I was shocked to hear that come out of Mark's mouth. He turned to the doctor and glared.
"Get lost." The doctor ran out and Mark took the rag out of my hand. He began to clean up all the blood, being gentle to not cause me any discomfort.
"Why the sudden urge to take care of me?" I question as I hold my head back to keep the blood from dripping.
"I've always taken care of you." I snorted and licked my lips.
"Well, there was that one time—"
"Don't finish that sentence." He removed the blood-soaked towel and threw it in the trash. I looked at him and suddenly grabbed his wrist firmly. He turned to me and looked me in the eyes.
"If you want to take care of me so damn bad, then help take my mind off my knee." He gazed down at my obviously broken knee-cap and chuckled.
"You asked for it." He slammed his lips onto mine and I hungrily kissed back. Needless to say it distracted me from my pain. He broke the kiss, both of us panting for air.
"That help you any?" I nodded and grabbed onto his belt.
"But it's back again." I teased, smirking. He rolled his eyes and kissed me again, shutting the door with his foot to keep from having any interruptions as he became my personal pain medication.