You wore your ring gear anyway. You weren't going to be in a match but a little sliver of you hoped you would. Instead you were stuck in the locker room watching Roman from a monitor. You were frustrated, but on edge, wondering what exactly was going to happen. Seth and Roman would tell you some details but their script readings and some of their practices were on the hush hush, which in turn made you a fan all over again.

You bit your lip as you watched Roman in the ring with Randy Orton, surrounded by four walls of steel cage. The plane ride to Scotland was a bitch and a half, leaving you jetlagged and achy. Not to mention the Divas scowling at your fading hickies wasn't really helping your mood nor was the lack of alone time between you and the boys.

Nights were now spent traveling threw Europe, and days were filled with training, either at the gym or in the ring, practicing promos, or having to participate in Diva activities. Just earlier today you were talked into skimpy clothes for a photoshoot for the WWE website. You wished to crash the website and set a virus to it instead of letting everyone see you like that but Seth seemed to be glued to every mobile device trying to get a look at them. He teased you just before landing, talking about what he wanted to do to you once you got to the hotel later.

You smiled as you thought about the dirty whispers he said into your ear. He didn't seem to care that everyone was watching him put his arms around your waist or sneak kisses when he thought no one was looking. Even when people were looking you were sure he started doing it on purpose. You sighed then looked back up at the monitor. A sudden chill of fear ran through your veins. Both Roman and Randy were sprawled out on the mat, neither of them moving very much. Roman's hand were clutching his face and you couldn't get a good look at what was going on but the medics surrounding the steel cage told you that it wasn't good.

"What the hell happened?!" You rushed out of the locker room towards the bigger screens to see if they had captured a better shot. Roman still wasn't moving but Randy was already on his feet. Maybe they had just accidentally bumped heads. You hoped so, even though your gut was churning with the worst case scenarios.

Randy grabbed him by his hair, dragging him to his feet and delivered a DDT. You began pacing because Roman wasn't getting up quick enough like he usually did. "Fuck, Ro! C'mon..."

You saw the Viper do his overly dramatic turn onto his belly, preparing for the RKO. Fuck, if he landed this the damn match would be over. You almost hoped it would be, because then you could find out what happened to Roman and why the medics were around the ring. The Samoan got to his feet and Randy made his move. Before he could get the RKO Roman pushed him away and slammed his fist to the side of his face. You let out a small scream of excitement. "Yes! Kick his ass!"

The excitement faded quickly as Roman crawled towards the cage exit. He was interrupted by the door slamming into his head and someone else getting into the ring. You stared at the screen noticing Rybaxel coming in and closing the gate behind them. They proceeded to attack Roman which made your skin crawl. Sure, this was all business but that was your boyfriend out there and you wanted him to win all the time. Suddenly you felt a gush of wind pass you.

Seth and Dean were both running out to the ring, on their way to help Roman. Relief washed over you and you finally smiled. Your boys were going to make you proud. Dean and Seth crawled up the cage but Ryback slammed into the cage knocking Seth loose. Dean however managed to get into the ring but proceeded to get pummeled by the team. Then the crowd errupted, the camera angled shifted to the top of the cage. Seth came flying down slamming the entirety of his body into Rybaxel, knocking them away from Dean. Your cheer was cut short as Randy landed the RKO on Seth. You groaned and covered your eyes for a split second, missing when Roman landed the spear on the Viper. When you opened your eyes the bell rang and the crowd shouted Roman's name.

Now that the match was over the trio would be making their way back. The cameras shut off which meant you would have to wait without knowing what was happening. It was almost 20 minutes before they came backstage. Seth was holding onto Roman, guiding him as the medics shone lights in his eyes and wiped away blood.

"Roman, what happened?!" You rushed over to him, almost knocking a medic out the way.

"Don't worry, baby girl. I'm fine." He said as he sat down and pushed his hair out of the way.

"No you're not! Blood is running down your face. What the hell happened out there!?"

"He crashed into Randy," Seth said. "When they bumped heads it must have split him open."

You stared at the wide gash above his left eye and gasped. "Oh my god, you're going to need stiches. Do you think you fractured a bone?"

Dean pulled you back a little."Hey, calm down. The medics know what they're doing. He's just going to take a ride in the ambulance and they'll patch him up real good, you'll see. It won't help if you're hovering over them."

"But-!" You began your protest but you knew Dean was right. Roman needed the space and you needed to respect that even if every time you saw a bloody tissue get added to a pile it made your heart race.

"Let them handle it. You'll see him when he gets back to the hotel, yeah? Come with me, ok? I'll help get your mind off it." Dean lead you back to the Diva's locker room so you could change. He leaned against the wall and waited for you, not exactly watching you slip out of your ring other girls caught a hissy fit but Dean wasn't really in the mood to listen or start a fight with them. You assured them that you were both going to get out of their way and that Dean wasn't being a pervert, just waiting for you. You pulled Seth's leather jacket on and slipped into your boots.

"What are we going to do, Dean?" you asked, grabbing your bag and exiting the locker room.

"You need something to ease your mind and lesson your tension. I'm going to get us a big bottle of whiskey to share by the pier. How's that sound?"

You heard the sound of an ambulance pulling away in the distance. Swallowing hard, you looked at Dean and tried to take your mind off it. "Yeah, that sounds perfect. Let's go."

About an hour and a half late you were slumped against the other man, bottle in hand, and your feet dangling over the water. You didn't know who drank the most but Dean seemed a little more composed then you were.

He laughed and wrapped his arm around you. "Don't fall into the water, ok? I don't need you getting hypothermia or something."

"But i feel so waaarrrmm!" you slurred.

"Hon, that's definitely the whiskey talking. It's still kind of chilly out here for May."

You felt a vibration in the jacket's pocket and reached in to get out your phone. There were four missed calls from Seth and about 3 text messages. "Uh-oh... Dean weenie, I'm in trouble!"

Dean looked over at your phone and took it from your hands. "Ah, damn. They must've gotten out the hospital already. It's my fault, ok? I just wanted to calm your nerves a bit. I didn't expect you to get wasted."

"I AM NOT WASTED!" you shouted. "I'm just a little tipsy...maybe. I have to peeeeee."

"Jesus," Dean stood up then pulled you up to your feet. "Listen to me. Don't piss on yourself, ok? I'm going to get you back to the hotel and you can play with Seth and Roman. How's that sound?"

You nodded and buried your face in his chest. "I wanna see if Roman is ok..."

"Good. The rental is this way." He grabbed you around your waist and guided you to the passengers seat. "If they give you trouble, tell them to come talk to me."

Dean slipped into the drivers seat and helped you put on your seatbelt. "Got it?"

"Got it."

"Where the fuck were you guys? You had me worried sick!" Seth yelled as soon as you and Dean got into the hotel room. Roman was laying in the bed, a giant ice pack against his face.

"Hey, don't yell at her. It was my fault ok? I got us a drink to ease her nerves. She was all hyped up because Roman got hurt. Take it out on me." Dean came to your defense.

You sat by Roman and removed the ice pack from his face. The entire area around his left eye was swollen and nine stitches were right under his eyebrow. "Oh Roman..." You kissed his forehead gently. "What happened?"

He wrinkled his nose, obviously smelling the alcohol radiating off you. "Randy caught me at a bad angle. Nothing's fracture though. Just a cut."

You hugged him tight. "I was so worried when the medics came out to get you. I thought it was worse."

"Yeah, well I'm glad it was only something small. Now what were you doing? I thought you were going to come to the hospital with me and Seth..." He sounded a bit hurt which made your heart ache.

"I just- Dean said I shouldn't crowd around the doctors and-and that i should calm down so he took me for a drink and I didn't know that you... I'm so sorry Roman!"

"Whoa, don't cry! It's alright! Don't cry!" He sat up, fully alert of your quivering lip and watering eyes.

Seth sighed. "Thanks a lot Dean..."

"Hey i got her here safe and sound and took care of her. You should've have seen her before. Shaking and blabbering about Roman. She was worried and I didn't think she should've been around him like that. I did you guys a solid."

"Yeah, some solid. We'll see you in the morning ok?" Seth opened the door and Dean shoved his way out.

"Fine!"

"I messed up, didn't I?" you whispered.

Roman petted your hair back. "Nah, it's ok. You were worried about me and I appreciate that." he kissed you gently on the lips and kept you close.

Seth handed you two aspirin and a water. "Drink up. You'll feel better if you get some water in you."

"Thanks." You drank the pills back and gulped down some of the water. "So, you're ok then?"

"I'm ok. I'm just gonna have a mean ass headache and a swollen eye for awhile. I'll be able to wrestle once we get back to the U.S." Roman replied. Seth sat beside you and rubbed your back.

"You had us worried when you didn't answer the phone. We didn't know you took off with Dean."

"I'm sorry. I really should've texted you or something. I'm so stupid..." you said,hanging your head low.

Roman shoved Seth and gave him a glare with his good eye. Seth realized that he was only adding to the problem and apologized. "Don't worry about it ok?Let's get you out of those clothes and into something more comfortable ok?"

You nodded and stumbled to your luggage. Seth helped slip your clothes off, trying to not get caught up in marking your flesh or touching you. "Seth..." Roman warned. "Not now."

"I know, i know! We just haven't had time to ourselves and with you being hurt and her going off with Dean, i was worried sick! I would go crazy if something serious ever happened to you two." Seth replied.

"I'm not going anywhere Seth, and neither is Roman." You laid against his chest and closed your eyes. "Oh shit..."

"What is it? You feel-?Don't you fucking dare throw up on me!"

You covered your mouth and tried to stop yourself from blowing chunks everywhere. Roman laughed. "Get the trash can! Get the trash can!"

But it was too late...

A/N back to the businessy side of the story. I had a bunch of ideas for the next few chapters and decided to write about Roman getting hurt. I believe it was at the Glasgow live event so I wrote it in, and Ro has a picture on his Twitter with the cut if you haven't seen it. Thanks for reading and stay tuned!