Roman didn't know how long he was sitting there, sobbing desperately with his long hair covering his face. Blood was still sticking everywhere to his body, showing him that all of this was real. He felt empty, unable to move. It was like all his strength and power had disappeared behind that door together with Dean.
A quiet whimper escaped Roman's throat, when he realized he was nothing without the lunatic fringe… his lunatic fringe.
"Why…." His desperate words got lost in his sobbing, when Roman became even smaller, leaning forward so his forehead was touching the floor beneath him. More and more tears ran over his cheeks, falling down quietly. He had covered his head with his trembling hands just as he was trying to protect himself from all the darkness. Fast and unregularly his breathing was ringing in his ears, when he felt the exhaustion pulling him down heavily.
A gasp escaped his throat. Dean was the air that Roman needed so desperately to stay alive, but without him, he felt like choking.
This was all too much... He needed to get out.
Somehow he managed to pull himself up. Weak and unsteady he was standing on his feet, holding on to the wall, when he slowly made his way to the bathroom.

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Cold and wet the water hit his pale skin. Over and over Roman splashed it into his face. His breaths finally became deeper and he started to calm down a bit. With his hands still shaking the Samoan turn the water of, leaning his head heavily down on the cold sink. He took a deep breath, releasing all the air in his lungs, before he tried to pull himself together again, leaving the bathroom.

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Hours passed, while Roman sat in the waiting room, face buried inside his palms. Time after time a nurse came through the door. But every time he jumped up, the Samoan got the same answer, over and over again. He's still in surgery. I can't tell you his current condition.
Roman felt the darkness coming over him again. Tears which he couldn't hold back for any longer were running over his face, when the dark tried to swallow him whole. He started sobbing desperately.
Bloody imagines of his boyfriend barely breathing in his arms appeared in front of his inner eyes, causing a whimper to escape his throat. He would never forgive himself, if Dean…
Roman's shoulders were trembling, when he couldn't hold his thoughts and the fear-burning deep inside his guts-back anymore. Quietly he had started crying into his hands, about to break down again. His long black hair was swaying with every sob, shielding the wrestler from what was happening around him. What a boyfriend was he, when he couldn't even protect the person he loved the most.

"Sir?", Roman didn't respond immediately, still trying to fight the darkness, which was eating him up inside.
"Sir.", The nurse had noticed his trembling shoulders and came closer to the almost curled up wrestler, sitting on a bench. When she touched Roman gently, he filched, slowly lifting his head.
"Mr. Reigns?" Her voice was even softer than before, seeing the Samoan's red eyes. Tears were still running over his cheeks, when Roman hid a sob, wiping them quickly away with his hand.
"You are the man, who brought Mr. Ambrose here?", she asked.
He needed a moment to realize that he finally would get some answers. But did he really want to hear them? What if…
The nurse friendly look still lay on him, when Roman finally nodded weakly.
"He's stable now. It took the doctors a while to find out where all the blood was coming from and it also was quiet difficult to stop the bleeding completely, but they said Mr. Ambrose will recover soon."
"Thank God..." Roman sighed in relief, realizing he had held his breath the whole time. He would have jumped up from the bench, when his legs would have felt like yellow. New tears were running over his face, but this time didn't care.
"C-Can I see him?" Hope was in his voice, feeling the heaviness finally slipping from his shoulders.
He's alive … He's alive, that's all that counts. Was all he could think about.
The nurse hesitated. "He didn't regain consciousness yet." Roman tensed next to her.
"His nose is broken and he has a small concussion." She continued. "He needs to rest… But I'm sure he would like to have somebody with him, when he wakes up." The nurse added quickly, seeing Roman's depressed look.
"Thank you..." Roman stood up following her her to Dean's room.

Hey guy, I'm sorry that it took so long (my weekend was quiet stressfull)
I want to thank you again for all your support with your favs, reviews and follows... (I love to hear from you in the comments 3)

I know I said this would be the last chapter of this story, but I didn't want to torture you any longer and so split the last part into two ;).
I hope I can use some boring hours (presentations at school) to finish the last part of it soon :)