Part Three
"You really didn't have to come back with me, you know."
Seth looked over at the woman sat across from him in the cab. She had her head turned away from him and was looking out of the window when she spoke. Her fingers were linked together in her lap and her thumbs moved anxiously. They had been driving for ten minutes and up until then, neither Seth nor Kaitlyn had said anything to each other. Seth had considered a few times asking her who she thought was behind the attack; if anything had happened between her and someone else to have provoked the attack. But he chose not to, after all, she didn't really seem to be in a talking mood right now and Seth knew that Kaitlyn was probably wanting to tell him to get lost because the situation had nothing to do with him, but she hadn't yet and he intended on staying with her until she did so. Not to be nosey, just to make sure she wasn't in any danger after what had happened.
The Shield member looked up to see that Kaitlyn had averted her gaze to him and was now giving him a questioning look. He shook his head, realising he still had not responded to her even though what she had said wasn't a question, but he figured that was her way of asking him why he was still with her. "Yeah, well, I told the doc I'd drive you back and make sure you took these before you doze off," he told her, showing her the pills from his pocket, and Kaitlyn frowned.
"I don't need help taking pills. I would have anyway."
Seth sighed and brushed off the comment, handing the driver a ten dollar bill and thanking him. He stepped out of the car, walking over to the other side to open Kaitlyn's door.
"Come on," he gestured, holding out his hand in which she took, then thanking the driver herself - because no matter how bad a mood she was in it'd be pretty rude to get out of the cab without thanking the driver of it - and closing the cab door after sliding out and grabbing her bag and jacket that had been sat between them both.
The two said nothing to each other walking through the hotel doors, the same hotel doors that Seth had held open for Kaitlyn and she'd given him what looked to be the smallest of smiles. It counted for something, he supposed.
Reaching her room, she slid the card through the handle of the door allowing them access. She walked straight over to the bed ahead of her and slumped down on the edge, pressing her hand against her forehead. Kaitlyn watched as Seth closed the door quietly behind him and walked over to the chair by the bed, and yes, she sure as hell noticed the limp in his walk. He slowly lowered himself, hissing at the pain that came with it.
He looked up to see Kaitlyn staring at him almost worryingly, and she did so for a moment, frowning down at the stretched out leg.
"Seth..."
"Yeah?"
"What's wrong with your leg?"
The words shot up his attention. "Nothing, just... bad spot during the tag match. Nothing to worry about."
"But, you're hurt..."
"Yeah, but so are you... Your injury is likely worse."
Kaitlyn frowned, standing up slowly to walk over to the small fridge to get some bottles of water that she knew would be in there. She completely blanked Seth when he told her to stay sat down as often as she could to try and ease her condition... but she knew he'd done well over enough for her and she now felt especially guilty finding out that he had a bad leg, or whatever it was. Walking back over, she handed him a bottle and sat back down again, watching as he turned the cap off and pretty much chugged the whole thing down. "Thirsty?"
"Just a little," Seth laughed.
He tipped the small tub of painkillers and let four of them fall into his hand and handed two of them to Kaitlyn.
Their eyes screwed together at the foul taste, but if they kicked the pain fast, to hell with it.
They took a few more gulps of their water before Kaitlyn finally spoke. "I'm sorry, Seth," she told him after that awkward silence that kept creeping up on them...
"Sorry for what?"
"Being so rude, unappreciative, that kind of stuff," she sighed. "I mean, you were nice enough to help me to the medic room..."
"Yeah, but anyone else in the back would have done the same thing. No big deal."
"I know, but... they wouldn't have been as... well, considerate. You stayed there with me and even brought me back here. You didn't have to do that. And you were so quick to stop me competing out there tonight." She gave a half smile at his surprised expression, "I appreciate it. Thanks."
"I couldn't just let you go out there tonight," he blurted out, thinking back on his words. "Well, actually, the doc wouldn't have let you anyway, so, what I just said was completely pointless..." Seth replied, looking down at the bottle clenched in his hands. "Do you know who it could have been?"
"I... have no idea. I don't have heat with anyone else other than AJ, and it definitely wasn't her, because she was who I was chasing after. But like I said, the person who hit me headed her way. I just don't know who. Oh, and before you ask, it definitely was not Big E, I can assure you."
Seth sniggered, he knew all too well that Langston wouldn't even dream of hurting a woman, regardless of what AJ's twisted intentions were... he just wouldn't do it.
"Yeah, I wouldn't have even suggested. Plus, he doesn't seem to be one to sprint down the arena hall."
Kaitlyn smiled to herself as she reached down to untie her boots, but winced slightly at the pain in her head.
"Do you need help with those?" Seth asked a little resistantly, not wanting to sound a little too close to comfort.
"It's fine, I can do it." She lifted her leg up onto the bed so she didn't have to bend down to get the boots off, and Seth watched how she carefully pulled out the lace from each hole before sliding them off and placing them neatly together beside the bed.
"Kaitlyn?"
"Hm?"
Before he could say anything, his phone began to ring. "Shit," the man muttered, knowing that it'd definitely be one of the guys asking where the hell he was. He was right. "It's Reigns, I should go."
"Okay," Kaitlyn simply said with a smile, "And thank you, Seth."
He looked at her for a moment, watching her detangle the curls in her two toned hair. "Not a problem, I'll see you later."
Seth walked out of the room, again closing the door quietly. He would be seeing her again, that was for sure. Because he was going to find out who attacked her, whether of not she wanted him to, and he was going to find out as soon as he could.
