Tristen woke up to see a pair of hazel eyes staring down at her.
"Tris? What happened?"
"Kane...Wall...Headache."
Then she lost consciousness again.
Punk growled at the wound on the back of Tristen's head. She'd have a bump there for sure. He now wanted to murder Kane for what he'd done.
He carried Tristen to his locker room, placing an ice pack beneath her head.
"Hey Broski, what's up?"
Punk turned to glare at Zack Ryder angrily.
"Still think that she can fight Kane? Huh?"
Zack peeked around the Straightedge Superstar, then gulped.
"Kane did that?"
"No, Zack, I'm lying. What do you think?", Punk hissed.
"Sorry, bro. She okay?"
"I don't know, Ryder. I really don't know."
The Long Island native sat down and watched the small girl. Why had Kane done something so horrible?
Tristen woke up to the sound of voices surrounding her. She wanted them to go away so she could sleep.
"Guys, shut up! Sleep is good!"
She saw Punk look down at her in relief.
"I thought he'd killed ya, Tris. God, I'm glad you're okay."
"Thanks, Punky. Now can ya do me a favor and shut up?"
Phil laughed.
"Glad to see that bump hasn't damaged your attitude, Rebel."
"As if anything could, Brooks."
Zack laughed.
"Yep, she's back."
Kane punched the wall in anger. He'd lost his little helper, all because he couldn't control himself.
But it was her fault, Kane. She said that she wanted out, and nobody can get out once they're with you.
"How can I make her like me again?"
Remind her why Punk is the bad guy. Remind her that she came to you.
Kane opened his eyes, breathing erratically.
"She came to me."
