She sat nervously waiting in his dressing room, refusing to watch the monitors. She never really liked the idea of him getting beaten up for a living. Sighing she fell into the small metal chair which John previously sat in to get ready for his match. His wresting suitcase lay open beside it, inside folded up neatly was a plain white t-shirt, shorts and his Red Sox hat. Smiling she stood up.

John would be okay, they had planned this match down to the smallest detail. He would come out fine, and he would still be the champ. Pushing up the sleeves of her John Cena hoodie, she looked at her watch-10:10 pm. Frowning she looked at the door, he's usually back from the match by now, if he isn't that means something terrible happened. Biting her lip she stood nervously staring at the door, he would walk in any moment with the spinner belt on his shoulder.

The minutes passed by slowly as she continued to stare transfixed at the door, after five minutes he still didn't show. She walked out into the hall way and looked around-no one was in sight. She hated nothing more than walking around the back and getting lost, so she didn't dare go looking for him.

"Shawn!" She yelled out running toward him when he passed the outer corridor. "Where's John" She asked frantically.

"I know where he is, but you have to clam down," He said calmly holding her arms "He's all right he's with the medic. He got a little banged up, so they are checking him over."

"Oh thank God," She sighed "Can you take me to him?"

"Sure," He said smiling to her as he took her hand and led her down the corridor.

Her heart pounded hard in her chest as Shawn led her in the maze that was the locker rooms. After about five minutes of walking around Shawn led to her to a small room that had medic written on the door, smiling he nodded to the door as he knocked.

"There you go hon," He grinned "He'll be all right."

"Thanks Shawn," She said as she door slowly opened and Adam walked out, holding onto his jaw he smiled
at her. She pushed the door open and saw John sitting on a bench the doctor with his back to him "John!" She said running up to him throwing her arms around him.

"Easy sweetie," He said pushing her away a little "Shoulders a little sore." He said laughing a little.

"You had me worried sick!" She said hitting him lightly "What happened?"

"Sledgy happened," John sighed removing the ice pack that was covering his forehead.

"John," She said wincing looking away from him "Baby," She said kindly grabbing his hand.

"It looks worse than it feels believe me," He grinned putting the ice pack over his face again. "I've had worse,"

"Don't remind me," She grinned sitting next to him on the bench.

"Now John," The doctor said turning around frowning at him "I want you to keep that ice pack on your head for the time being, and take Advil and I don't want you driving. And I really don't want you to wrestle tomorrow but I know that won't happen, so rest up. That bruise will be on your head for a while."

"Thanks Doc," John smiled from behind his arm as the doctor nodded and left the room.

"What happened to not using the sledge hammer?" She sighed to him.

"It was last minute," He said removing the ice pack and frowning at her "Nothing I could do."
"Nothing you could do?" She said rolling her eyes "It's called duck John."

"I can't just duck," He said wincing as he placed the cold pack back on his head. "What would've happened?"

"For one thing you wouldn't have the bruise on your head," She said seriously.