Kane's P.O.V.
I listened to the sound of nothing but my own harsh breathing as I sat against the wall in the boiler room. No, I couldn't move anymore. It hurt too much. Every muscle hurt, every bone throbbed, and even blinking felt like someone was tearing my skin off. My gaze shifted downwards as I stared at my hand that was clutched against my bleeding rib cage. I watched as my blood seeped through my fingers forming a puddle underneath me. I shifted my eyes to my right leg which was deformed due to the broken tibia. I felt a drop of blood hit my chest as I felt the warm, sticky substance run down my forehead. I closed my eyes, the blood running over it and down my cheek to my chin. I opened my eyes and saw legs in front of me. I slowly lifted my gaze upwards and saw Mark standing there, staring at me, his expression hidden from his black hat. I looked away, letting out a soft cough, blood spilling over my bottom lip. He knelt down in front of me and took off his hat. My eyes met his as he stared at me emotionless. He reached for my face but I turned my head, avoiding his touch. He pulled his hand back and stood up. He began to walk away but stopped, turning his head over his shoulder staring at me. I kept staring at the red wall across from me, my chest trembling with the coughs I was concealing. I turned my head and spit out a large amount of blood, my coughs no longer a secret. My eyes squinted with pain as every cough caused more blood to spill from my side wound. My tremors finally settled down and I panted, trying to regain my breathing. I looked to see Mark was still standing there now facing away from me. It was then that I noticed a blood trail. I let my eyes follow the red liquid over to Mark who was still silent. I looked to see his black leather trench coat had a large rip down the back, blood seeping from a deep gash that was exposing the muscle underneath the skin. He was also keeping his weight to one side, his left ankle shattered from the look of it. My gaze tore from my older brother as I closed my eyes, letting my head rest against the wall behind me.
"You won the match so I won't see you again." He spoke, his voice echoing off the walls. I stayed silent, knowing he was right. I broke his streak and kept my title. So why did I feel like the jack-ass? He turned around, seeing the tears in my eyes. He stood there for a minute before limping over and bending down next to me. This time when he reached out, I didn't turn away as he wiped the mixture of blood and tears away from my face and brought me to his chest. I let the tears flow as we sat there, bleeding profusely and injured to the point that it was impossible to move anymore.
"Stay with me?" I asked, my voice low and hoarse due to the damage I had received. His gaze shifted down towards me and took a deep breath, coughing in the middle due to the pain in his back.
"I'll stay for as long as you want me to…" I closed my eyes and nodded.
It was in that boiler room that the true nature of the brothers emerged. No, they weren't monsters like everyone perceived them to be. But just lonely men, wanting to know that the other was there for them, no matter how badly they didn't want them to be. That night, the brothers didn't return to their locker rooms but sat there, enveloped in each others arms, waiting for the paramedics to find them and take them to the nearest hospital. They knew that that night was the last night they would have with each other and they took every advantage they could to try and prolong that night between them.