**This story was a request. It was supposed to be friends-to-lovers and a one shot, but I couldn't adequately write the friends portion so I just straight into dating/lovers. Also, I wanna give this one a bit more substance so it will be multi chaptered. Thanks guys!

-Moi xx**

The match is suddenly over. I can't breathe as I watch Dolph being carted away by stretcher. My body on auto pilot, I run out to my car; revving the engine hard as it purrs to life. Just as I'm turning around and heading for the front of the parking lot, I hear the ambulance sirens. I hightail it over to said ambulance and follow behind it. Almost riding it's ass I'm so close. But I can't help it. Dolph is hurt because of me. I have to talk to him.

The whole trip all I can think is 'Will he be okay?' There's a part of me that doesn't think I can handle that answer. But, I have to. I have to know if my betrayal of Rusev (and his inevitable retaliation) was enough to cost me the one man who treated me just as good if not better than Rusev ever did.

Dolph and I were building something good. I say 'were' because I'm afraid it's over. I mean, Rusev crushed his throat! Who knows what that recovery is gonna be like, or if you CAN recover from something like that. As I finally pull into the hospital emergency parking lot, I swear to myself that whatever the rehab is for Dolph, I will be there. He won't go it alone.

"Dolph.. Shit I mean Nick Nemeth?" The nurse at the front desk looks like she'd rather be anywhere but here. Truth be told, I would too.

"He's getting a scope done to assess the damage to his throat. You can wait here for him and we'll be sure to let you know when he's transported to a room."

"Thank you." I sit down in one of the cold, plastic, seriously uncomfortable chairs and wait. Finally, around 1 am (almost 2 full hours after arriving), the woman at the desk speaks.

"Ma'am? Ma'am?" It takes me a second to look around the room and realize that I'm the only one left in the waiting room so I stand and turn to acknowledge her.

"Yes? Is Nick done?" I can't help the eagerness that fills my voice. She, however, still looks bored out of her mind.

"Yes. Room 400." Pointing to her left she tells me how to get there. "Go out this door here, then take a left. Follow the blue line until you see the Tower Elevators, take them to the 4th floor. Take a right off the elevator and the staff at the desk will show you to his room."

I mumble a 'thanks', not able to say much more as my feet are already carrying my body towards the direction I'm meant to be heading. My mind hasn't caught up to the fact that I'm heading there, though. I'm not nervous like I was while waiting. I'm just determined. Determined to fix what I've done. Determined to make it up to Dolph in any way possible.

As I approach his slightly ajar door, I slowly get more and more anxious. Afraid of what I'll see on the other side. But I have to try. I peek my head around the door, and I gasp. Less at the neck brace he's wearing and more at how peaceful he looks. It's baffling how someone who suffered such an excruciating injury could actually look comfy. But he manages.

His blonde hair is now loose, some falling around his face. His eyes are closed. But I know he's not asleep because there's a slight tense in his shoulders when he breathes too deep. Otherwise, his arms and shoulders are perfectly relaxed by his sides.

"I know I'm attractive but you can stop staring now." Good God even when he has barely any voice and is in so much pain, he still manages to crack jokes. I laugh whole heartedly as I walk to his bedside and press my finger to his lips.

"Shhhhh. Don't speak. I know it hurts. Just rest. In fact, just listen. I'm sorry. I'm sorry that what we've gotten involved in has landed you here. I'm sorry that I'm the reason Rusev got revenge and you took the fall. I'm just so sorry for everything."

He knows I won't let him speak so he motions that he wants a pen and paper. I hand them to him and hold my breath in fear as he writes.

"Are you sorry we got this thing started? 'Cause I'm not." I read. I look at him and he has the makings of a smile spreading across his face.

"Of course I'm not sorry we're together. I'm just sorry that I'm ultimately the reason you are in the hospital right now with a bruised throat. I feel like it's all my fault. But, I'm gonna make it up to you. I'll be your nurse." He winks at me when he hears that part.

"I think I could get used to that." He writes. Then he continues. "CJ please don't feel bad about this. Seriously. So I won't talk for a little while and I'll be out of action for a bit. I need a break. Haha. But seriously, please don't feel too bad. I'm fine. See?" This time his smile actually reaches his eyes as he signals the thumbs up with his free hand. Then, he scoots to the far side of the bed and motions me to sit next to him.

As I sit, he reaches his right hand up and caresses my cheek. I turn and kiss his palm. He mouths 'I love you' and I reply without the slightest hint of hesitation.

We sit for a few moments silently just enjoying looking at one another before he mouths something else. 'Kiss me'. Who am I to resist a simple peck? Well, it seems he has other ideas as I lean in and immediately feel his tongue swipe across my bottom lip. He pouts and juts out his bottom lip as I pull away.

"Hey now, we don't need to be making breathing any harder for you right now, mister. Be good." (He looks so cute when he pouts lol.)

The doctor wants to keep Nick another night for observation. I haven't left his side except to take a shower. I have snuck off for meals and such when he naps, but when he's awake, I'm right there by him. Luckily, the scope showed no major unrepairable damage to his throat. So he just has to take it easy for a few days and only eat what he feels he can swallow. Take baby steps.

So, it's the 3rd day he's been there. He should be going home today. I notice he's super fidgety. That's unusual. He can usually sit still.

"Nick? Something wrong?" I hope I'm not showing fear, just total concern.

"I-I'm hard. And it's just uncomfortable. I'll be fine." He writes; still not confident in trying out his voice yet.

"Can I help?" I now turn my full body toward him; giving him my full and undivided attention.

"Really?" Is all he writes.

"Yes, really. I told you I'd be here for you. I know we hadn't really reached that level in our relationship quite yet, but I don't mind. If you need me to do something, I will."

"Can you suck me off? My hand just isn't doing it for me lately and I really need a release!" He really looks eager and a bit desperate. I can't leave him like that when his own methods are failing him.

So first, I wrap my hand around him barely, and start with quick, even pumps. Then, I lick the head a bit. Then, I watch. Watch the way his eyes change from surprise to lust in 2 seconds flat. Watch the way his biceps and hands flex at his sides from his want to push me down on him and speed up his release, I watch and make sure he's not breathing too harsh or anything to hurt himself. Finally, our eyes lock as I force myself the entire way down his shaft. My gag reflex makes it kinda hard but I manage to take him.

When I've taken him all the way down to his base, I swallow around him a few times just to watch him react. He throws his head back and tries to let out an 'oh fuck!' But it comes out in a high pitched whisper. Then, as his left hand grabs the still tight bun at the back of my head holding me still and his hips rise and flex, his release fills my mouth. I can't seem to swallow quick enough as some of it dribbles back down his shaft. Once he lets go of his grip on my hair, I pull back off and lick the excess off of his now sensitive, spent cock.

His breathing becomes labored now and he winces with every one. Immediately, I'm at his side and asking questions.

"Oh god! Nick, are you okay? I'm so sorry, I should have known you would lose your breath easily. My God, I come in to make it up to you and I fricking make it worse." Then, he holds up his note pad for me to read.

"Will you stop, CJ? I'm good. Yeah I lost my breath for a sec, but it was worth it. Thank you for helping me out. Love you babe." While I read, he plays with my bangs that fell out of my bun when I was sucking him. After I read it all, I smile up at him and kiss his forehead. He looks much more relaxed now.

"Nick, rest. They'll be in in a few hours to tell us if you're going home today. Please, just take it easy for me." He pats the empty space on the bed beside him and then writes something on the notepad.

'I'll rest if you come cuddle me.' Who can resist that? Oh, it's gonna be a long few weeks!