Seth watched in concern as Cassie slept. She was pale and sound asleep even though it was eleven thirty in the morning. It was so out of character for her and it bothered him so much. She hated sleeping in so much, he was certain she might hit him for letting her sleep in despite her current condition. She may have been sick and fatigue may have been a symptom, but he wasn't used to her sleeping in this late and almost wanted to wake her up. But instead he laid beside her, propped up on his elbow so he had a better vantage point as he kept a vigilant watch over his wife while she slept.
Eventually she shifted, turning onto her side to face him before her eyelids started to flutter open. It took a second for those green eyes to focus on him, but when she did she smiled and slowly reached up to pinch his cheek above his beard.
"You need to trim that, darling." She commented, grinning when he took her hand in his and kissed her knuckles. Seth was always so affectionate when he was worried about her and she loved him being super soft.
"I will today, sweetheart. How are you feeling?" He asked, keeping his voice down while she sat up, following her lead before pulling her into his chest.
"Terrible, Sethie. My throat hurts and my head hurts and my tummy feels weird."
"I can go make you some soup, if that's what you want, sweetheart." He offered, to which she shook her head without looking up at him.
"Can you make me some tea?"
"With the lemon and honey?"
"Yes please."
"Here, why don't we migrate downstairs and you can lay on the couch while Dr. Rollins takes care of his sweet girl." He suggested, smiling when she nodded. Both knew it'd be easier on both of them to have her downstairs so he wasn't running up and down the stairs all day. As much as Seth loved exercising, he loved having an eye on her even more and would capitalize on all opportunities to do so.
He watched her get out of bed, greatly enjoying the view as she stretched. He hoped that she didn't put pants on because the underwear was such a turn on and he knew that she'd be wanting him to give her a screaming orgasm sometime during the day. It took a lot for him to refrain from voicing his pleasure at the way she meandered in just her underwear and the way the shirt had stretched while she slept, exposing her shoulder.
"You're so beautiful, Cas." Seth mumbled, pulling the duvet off of their bed. She stopped and turned to smile at him, giving a thumbs up before her smile faded. "Cas?"
The only response he got was his wife dashing for the bathroom, to which he dropped the blanket and rushed to follow her. He held her hair back and rubbed her back, holding his tongue while she expelled whatever was in her stomach. He didn't know what to do other than be there for her and keep her hair back, so he stayed by and adjusted so that he was holding her in his arms.
"You're going to be alright, baby."
"Call my doctor, Sethie."
"What's wrong?"
"There's blood in my puke and my stomach is killing me. Just call, please." Cassie whispered, laying her head on the toilet seat and shutting her eyes tight in obvious pain. So Seth gently set her down so he could rush for his phone, unlocking it quickly and scrolling for the number of their doctor's office.
It took him a moment of rushed explanation with a nurse to get the doctor on the line, who told him to get Cassie dressed and get her to the office so they could check her out. Blood in vomit meant that something was seriously wrong, and that information scared Seth. He couldn't lose his wife. He wouldn't.
"Woah, Seth, calm down." Dean spoke softly, grabbing Roman's attention. "Is she okay?"
The Samoan didn't know what was going on exactly, but he knew it had to do with Cassie and it couldn't be good. Dean had started drumming his thumb against his collarbone, the blonde's only nervous habit, so that meant that Dean was more than just worried.
He was scared.
This spurred a fear within Roman, since Cassie was such a bright and bubbly source of positive energy in his life now. She had wormed her way into his heart and, although the Samoan was pining for her husband, he cared deeply for her. Like an adorable little sister that he wanted to protect.
"...I don't care, Seth. We'll close down early. You need us right now." Dean argued, his eyes glaring a hole through the counter. "The gym is dead today, anyways. I'll put a notice up and send out an apology email explaining that there was an emergency with Cassie that called for all of our attention... Don't fight me on this."
"What's going on?" Roman asked once Dean pocketed his phone, looking to his longtime friend for some hope that everything was going to be okay.
"Cas is sick, man. Like, really sick. Doctors haven't figured it out just yet, but shes in the hospital now because they needed to give her some good pain meds to get over the pain in her stomach."
"What does Seth want us to do?"
"Go to their place and take care of their dog before going to be at the hospital with him. He can't be there alone too much longer."
"I definitely understand. Let's lock up and leave."
Seth Rollins was close to tears.
You could call it stress, but he was flat out scared for his wife's health. The pain meds they had hooked Cassie, his sweet Cassie, up to for her stomach pain had put her to sleep. But even as she slept, she looked pale and pained. He didn't like that. He hated seeing her like this and felt that he was to blame. He knew that Cassie's immune system was weaker, yet he still demanded that she cuddled with him while he was sick. Whatever it was that she had, it was his fault.
"Mr. Rollins?" The doctor spoke softly, seeing that his patient was sound asleep and not wanting to disturb her. "We've figured out her stomach pains."
"You have?" Seth asked, shooting up like a rocket and walking over to the doctor. "What is it? How do we fix it?"
"It's gastritis, which is inflammation of the stomach lining." When Seth only nodded, obviously interested in what he was saying, the doctor continued. "I have my suspicions as to what the cause is, but we'll need her awake to test for it."
"Did you want me to wake her up?"
"Let's have her wake up naturally. That gives us time to prepare everything."
"What tests do you need to run?" Seth asked, following the doctor out of the room and mentally wishing that Dean was here to ask all these questions because he wanted to sit with Cassie.
"A blood and carbon test."
"What are you testing for?"
"H. pylori. It's a bacterial infection."
"Is it contagious?"
"It can be transferred by blood or saliva contact."
"I'm going to need to get tested, then, won't I?"
"Yes, you should so we can air on the safe side. I'll be back in about fifteen minutes."
"Thanks, doc." Seth spoke earnestly as he shook the man's hand before turning and coming face to face with Dean and Roman, who was holding Kevin in his arms. "Hey guys."
"How is she?" Dean asked, pulling Seth into a hug. The younger man wasn't used to Dean being so openly affectionate, but he needed the embrace desperately. Dean was his best friend, there was nothing better than a hug from your brother when your wife couldn't hold you.
"Out like a light at the moment. Her stomach lining is inflamed, and the doctor thinks it's because of a bacterial infection. They have to test both her and me, because that shit can be spread by kissing and shit like that."
"I should get tested then, too. Cas and I share drinks a lot and that's kind of like kissing." Dean commented before biting his lip.
"Kevin didn't want to stay home and kept running out the front door before we could shut it." Roman explained when Seth looked at the dog in his arms with a tired smile.
"That's fine. He's worried about his mommy and I can understand that." Seth mumbled, taking the excited Yorkie from Roman and kissing the side of his muzzle. "We just left without any explanation, so I can understand him being concerned."
"He's a fucking dog." Dean commented, to which Seth sighed and Roman shot a pointed look at the blonde.
"Dogs are smart as hell, Dean. This one is a fucking genius." Roman defended, earning a smile from Seth before the two toned man lead them into Cassie's room.
Dean had to take a deep breath when he saw how pale she was. The sheets were a darker shade of blue, completely untraditional for a hospital, which made her look paler in comparison. His kitten should've been better taken care of, and he hoped that he didn't give this to her. He felt so bad that this had happened, he just wanted to kiss it all better for his little sub. She looked so frail, too. He hated that. His kitten was a strong and annoyingly independent woman, not some frail little thing.
"Stop staring at me." Cassie whispered, opening her eyes to look at all three men. "Kevin, my baby."
"You've gotta take some tests before you get him, babe."
"Tests?"
"The doc thinks you have a bacterial infection but you've gotta take some tests and so do Dean and I."
"Fuckin' A."
"Got that straight." Dean commented, looking to the doctor as he entered the room with a cart of supplies.
"Good afternoon, Mrs. Rollins. How are we feeling?"
"Like shit, Carmichael. What do you think?" She asked, chuckling despite the pain in her throat. "What's all that?"
"Testing supplies for H. Pylori? Who all wants to get tested other than Cassie?" Dean, Seth, and Roman rose their hands, to which the doctor nodded before pulling out a few things. All four trainers watched wither interest as he worked. "You've all got three choices. Blood test, carbon test, or we could test your stool."
"Stool?" Cassie asked, looking to Seth.
"Your crap, Cas." Dean stated bluntly, and the brunette nodded her understanding. "Personally, I'd rather not shit in a cup or get jabbed with a needle, so I'll take option two."
"I'm already hooked up to things so door number one seems easier." Cassie mumbled, curious as to what Seth and Roman would pick.
"I'll do the carbon thing, too." Seth stated and Roman nodded his agreement as the doctor got out the vial to take Cassie's blood. Both Seth and Dean watched how it was done to make sure that the doctor didn't hurt their delicate woman, Dean taking a bit more interest in the liquid leaving the little brunette than the simple procedure itself. He wished he'd be able to cut into that soft skin for a taste, but knew that he couldn't because he couldn't have her forever.
Even though she should've been his in the first place.