A/N this is based on the accidental spear that Roman hit Dean with at TLC. Sorry it's so late, lot of family drama!
Roman looked over at Dean on the trainers table. He was in pain. Roman felt so bad about the spear. Punk just moved too damn fast! He hadn't meant to hit him. The spear, perfectly aimed for Punk's height, sent Roman right into Dean's chest. He heard at least one of his team mates ribs crack.
Roman made his way over and sat on the table by Dean. He opened his mouth to apologize and decided not to when he saw the look on Dean's face. It was an accident but it didn't look like Dean believed it. Roman decided to just sit there. If Dean wanted to slug him, he'd take it.
Dean didn't want to hit him, he was hurting too much. The doc had told him that he had two cracked ribs and at least two more bruised. He hurt like hell. All he wanted to do was pull his feet up and lean against someone, namely Roman, but he knew it would make the Samoan just feel guiltier than he already was.
The doc gave him pain meds and he felt weak and sleepy. He hated that. Roman practically carried him to the rental.
"I know it wasn't your fault Rome."
Roman just nodded and kept driving. Dean laid in the backseat, propped up against Seth. As weird as it was, Dean really wanted to be curled up against Roman.
That seemed to be a recurring theme. Whenever Seth or Dean were sick or hurt, they virtually clung to the Samoan. He was always good natured about it. The divas were the same way with Tamina. It must be a Samoan thing.
Seth helped the injured Dean to the hotel room. Upon arrival Dean just collapsed on the couch. He toed his shoes off and stayed there in his sweats. When Roman went to move him and help him to bed, Dean refused to move, instead pulling his team mate to the couch. Roman sat down and Dean curled up against him, silently begging the bigger man to hold him.
Roman did. He was used to this. He wrapped his arm around the blond and held him gently. The aching US Champion sighed, settling into Roman. The warmth of his team mate coupled with the medicine and the gentle rise and fall of Roman's chest led him towards slumber. He closed his eyes and rested his head on Roman's strong chest. Seth threw a blanket over him. Roman's heart drummed steadily against his ear. The last thing Dean consciously noted was Roman kissing his forehead.
