She can't help but think maybe she should keep Santino from joining her at ring side more, as she and Jillian walk through the halls, riding high like queens should-- and oh yes, she feels like the queen of Raw right now. The glee of beating Kelly Kelly will soon fade and she'll want to find Santino and fix things, but for right now, she's so content that even Jillian's singing wouldn't bother her... much.
She's half way to the locker rooms when she realizes that Jillian isn't following her any longer-- in fact, she's back at the turn off where she told Santino to stay away from the ring mearly twenty minutes ago. "Hey, Jillian, what are you--" Her voice dies as she reaches the other diva and follows her sight, noticing why she's gaping at the floor with a painful lurch rocking her midsection. "SANTINO!" She barely notices as she drops the woman's title and falls to the floor, landing next to her facedown boyfriend, reluctantly touching his blood-smeared hair. "Santino! Wake up!" He twitches a bit at her voice, but doesn't move beyond that. Her eyes lock on Jillian's wide, horrified gaze. "Get a trainer! Now!"
The barked order works as the wanna-be singer dashes away.
Relieved that no eyes are on her now, she leans closer and runs a hand through Santino's odd hairstyle, wincing for him as she finds what she had hoped not to-- a lump on the side of his head, obviously the majority of the cause of all this drama. I'm sorry... sorry, sorry.
When he shifts and leans into her touch, murmuring something that sounds suspiciously like "Beth" into the cool tiles, her heart shatters anew.
The trainer arrives then and between the two of them, gently rolls Santino onto his back. Jillian is hovering nearby, her eyes dark and worried even in the shadows of the hallway, but Beth ignores her, placing all her concentration on the man still prodding her boyfriend's skull and trying to talk him back to consciousness.
Annoyed at the trainer's failing to gain more than a few groans and mumbles from him, she kneels down by Santino, flinching as the cold tile bites into her shins. "Santino..." she breathes, running a finger against his cheek. "Santino, wake up!" Before the trainer can start whining and stop her, she digs her nail against his skin, quickly shifting and holding him down to keep him from hurting himself further as he jerks back to wakefulness.
"Ah, wha? Glamazon?" he slurs, blinking desperately as she struggles to calm down, smiling at him. "Ow."
"It's ok," she tells him, hand still resting on his cheek as she shifts so as not to hurt him further. "Did you see who did this to you?"
"Did what...?"
"You more than likely have a concussion," the trainer explains, a confused look on his face as he takes in how Beth is manhandling Santino, but how at ease the concussed man is none-the-less.
Santino's eyes narrow. "William Regale!" he declares with a haughty sniff that just makes his head pound more. "Agh..." he reaches around Beth and gingerly rubs his temples.
"Regal," Beth absorbs the info. "Lovely."
Santino goes silent for a bit before staring at her, something intense lurking in his gaze. "Your match, Glamazon-- did you?"
"I won. Don't worry about it." Guilt stabs through her as she wonders if she had let him come with her if he wouldn't be in pain right now. "Let's just focus on you right now, alright?"
He nods, face turning an interesting shade of red as he realizes she's nearly straddling him and Jillian, the trainer, and a few other nosy souls are eying them both. "We have an... as you say, audience?" he asks awkwardly after a couple seconds.
She sighs and glances over her shoulder. "What are you all looking at?!" Everyone but Jillian and the trainer scatter as Beth slowly gets off of Santino and helps him up. Before the trainer can take over, she pulls him closer and rests her head on top of his. "I'm sorry."
They both know if he asks her about it later on, she'll deny the apology was made, but for now, they lean on each other for a second, relaxing slightly as the remaining tension drains from them.
