It was a mistake.
That was what Jey uso told himelf.
But the truth was, he was jealous of Roman.
That would be the truth, no matter what he said
Reigns sat beside the ring, clenching his jaw. His wrist guards had gotten hung up one of the screws of the ring. His shoulder had popped out of joint before he could pull the brace off, and now, there he sat. The paramedics had tried to get him to let them get close enough to set the socket, but it hurt so much, that he had involuntarily clenched a Kendo stick, and whacked anyone who tried to get to him.
Whap!
The paramedics by ringside even tried tranquilizing him, but it had no effect whatsoever, the adrenaline pumping through his system making the drug far less effective.
So they called Sheamus. He was the only man in the back willing to help Reigns at the expense of a few shots with the Kendo stick. He rushed down to ringside, still buttoning his shirt. He pinned Reign's good arm down, taking a few licks with the stick before Reigns simply gave up, and buried his face in Sheamus' left shoulder. The medics came around and grabbed his bad arm, preparing to set it.
Pop!
Reigns tensed, but no sound came out. He closed his eyes, trying to breathe through the pain. He tasted something copper-y, and looked where his mouth was.
He had bitten sheamus through the shirt hard enough to draw blood. Sheamus looked at him, and shook his head, muttering.
"Help Reigns fix his shoulder, they said.
He won't bite, they said."
He looked at the bloody teeth marks with regret, as the pain in his shoulder was much better now. Both rose to their feet, walking to the back with Reigns still in his arms, his face covering the blood starting to show on Sheamus's shirt. Neither man wanted to be fined for showing blood on a pg show.
Besides, Reigns was fighting a loosing battle as he tried not to cry, a few tears spilling out of the eye the crowd couldn't see.
It wasn't as if Riegns minded that much being there anyway.