She barely registered waking up. Barely saw Matt's concerned face as he wrapped her in a blanket and lay her on her bed in the hotel. Her head was pounding where she'd hit the pavement and she winced a little, then shut her eyes again. She could hear Matt's voice, but couldn't make out the words. She didn't care. She let unconsciousness take her again.
Matt watched her. She was still soaked, but he was hardly the person to change her clothes, so instead he laid another blanket over her and set up a portable heater beside the bed, hoping to dry her off at least a little. He didn't know what had happened before he'd found her. She had been passed out on the floor and Jeff was nowhere in sight. He couldn't get hold of his brother and Sevina was so out of it, he didn't expect to get any information from her for a while. He had a feeling that whatever had gone on was worse than he could even realise. He'd assumed that after a while, Jeff and Sevina would stop being idiots and sort it out. They'd be friends again in no time, but now, he wasn't so sure and he wasn't sure who he felt more sympathy for.
He knew Jeff was being a jackass, but he also knew the reasons behind it. Sevina was confused, he could tell that she was trying to figure out what the hell was going on and Jeff wasn't helping. She couldn't know that Jeff thought he was doing the right thing, whilst Jeff couldn't see just what he was doing to Sevina. Matt loved them both and as he sat in the chair beside Sevina's bed, his wracked his brain to try and find some answer which would set the world right again. This entire situation was insane. Sure, Jeff and Sevina argued sometimes, but not like this. Not to the extent that it tortured them both. He had long since figured out the source of the friction between them, it had taken Jeff a bit longer, but Sevina was still oblivious. She had no idea what really lay behind all this.
He kept up his vigil beside her bed, refusing to leave. He tried calling Jeff a few times, but there no answer. He considered calling the doctor, there was a good chance that she had contracted hypothermia whilst she'd been laying out there in the rain, but he stopped himself. He'd wait until she woke up. If she hadn't woken by the morning, he would call someone. He wasn't sure what time it was and wasn't aware of falling asleep in the uncomfortable position he was sitting in.
He felt a light tap on his leg and his eyes shot open. He saw Sevina, leaning over with her hand braced on his leg. He sat up properly, wincing at the pain in his neck, then frowned at her. "Hey." Sevina nodded and moved her hand. She fell back against the pillows, letting out a long sigh. She looked like hell. Her eyes were surrounded by dark circles and her skin, though always pale, had taken on a gray tone. She didn't look at him and spoke in a voice that sounded painful. "How long was I out?" Matt looked at the clock, it was almost seven am. "About six hours, give or take a bit." Sevina nodded slowly and draped an arm over her eyes. There was silence for long time and Matt felt the need to say something. Anything to break it. "How are you feeling?"
This cued a dry laugh from Sevina and she shrugged awkwardly, not moving her arm from her eyes. "Like crap, but I'm sure I'll survive." Slowly, she eased herself up and out of bed. She glanced down at her clothes, which were still damp. Without a word, she headed into the bathroom and moments later Matt heard the sound of the shower running. He cursed softly and passed a hand over his eyes. "What did you do, Jeff?" He asked quietly. He knew then that he needed to find his brother. He wrote Sevina a quick note, telling her that he'd gone to get some coffee and then headed out. He checked Jeff's room, but he wasn't there and the door was still broken. He asked at the desk to see if anyone had seen him and the receptionist just pointed mutely in the direction of the gym. Matt frowned and headed down the corridor. He spotted his brother easily, since he was the only person in the room. He was on weight bench, not doing anything, but staring up at the bar over his head.
"You been here all night?" Jeff shot up into a sitting position, smacking his head on the bar as he did. He fell back down, wincing. Matt shook his head and moved to crouch beside the bench, looking at his brother. "What the hell happened last night?" Jeff didn't look at him and said nothing. Matt got the impression that he had no intention of it. He sighed and stood up. "I found Sevina passed out near the parking lot. Did you leave her there like that? It was freezing and raining, did you leave her there?!" His voice grew louder as Jeff still didn't look at him. Eventually, Jeff turned his eyes on Matt and his brother was shocked by the desolation that he saw there. "Is she okay?"
Matt shook his head again, moving restlessly from one foot to the other. "No, she's as far from it as it's possible to get. Physically, though, she's fine. What the hell did you do, Jeff?"
"I…" Jeff didn't even attempt to finish what he was going to say. He just closed his eyes in distress and let it breath out in a long, slow sigh. "I figured she'd go back inside. Back to Cena." He didn't bother hiding the bitterness as he said John's name. Matt scowled and folded his arms. "Cena left, with his girlfriend just after your little outburst." Jeff's eyes snapped open and he looked at Matt with a shocked expression. Matt just lifted his eyebrows and waited in silence, letting his words sink in. He watched the full horror settle into his younger brother's face, watched as his mind came up with the only response it could think of. "Fuck!"
Jeff sat up, managing not to brain himself in the process this time. He was on his feet within half a second. "I need to talk to her." Matt grabbed his arm in an unbreakable grip before he could move very far. Jeff frowned, seeing the almost sympathetic look on his brother's face. "I don't think that would be a very good idea right now. Go and get ready to leave. We have to be at the airport in an hour."
Jeff wanted to protest, but Matt released his arm and left the gym, not giving him time to say anything. He swore and lashed out at the weight bench with his foot. He then sat on the end of it and put his head in his hands, running his fingers into his hair and gripping it tightly, as if he would rip it out from the roots. This whole thing had spiralled way out of control and now he couldn't get it back. He'd well and truly put the final nail in the coffin the previous night and only now, did he see how much that was going to cost him. And what was it going to cost Sevina?
The image of her, standing in the rain, looking at him with a broken expression, begging him not to rip them apart, was imprinted upon his mind, as if it were burned into the back of his eyelids. He saw it, every time he closed his eyes, every time he let his mind wander for even the briefest moment. She would never forgive him for that and he would never forgive himself. He shoved himself to his feet violently and stalked through the hotel to his room. He nudged the door with his foot and since the lock was still busted, it swung open easily. He'd forgotten to let the hotel know about the damage.
He didn't look around as he shoved his things into his battered suitcase. He knew he should never have agreed to come on the road. He should have stayed in Cameron, if he'd done that he'd be sitting at home right now, waiting for them to come back so they could have a party and hang out in the old ring at his dad's, just like they used to do. Nothing would be different, nothing would be broken and Sevina would not be a newly formed hole in his heart. Impulsive decision making, that was his problem. That was what had lost him his job, that was what had made Beth finally decide she'd had enough, that was what had ruined everything. He was like a tornado; he destroyed everything in his path without even pausing to survey the damage.
Matt called him just before they had to leave, to make sure he was ready. It was with a very heavy heart that he told him he was. He met him in the lobby, his eyes automatically searching for the blue haired diva, but she was nowhere in sight. Matt seemed to know what he was searching for. "She's gone ahead. She needed some time alone." Jeff nodded mutely, feeling another stab of guilt penetrate his heart. He walked silently beside his brother and Matt didn't know what to say. He'd spent the last hour trying to convince Sevina that she needed to come with them to Cameron. She needed to go home for a while, even if she spent the entire time at her house and didn't speak to either of them. Matt strongly suspected that this would be the case, but she couldn't escape that they all had to sit together on the plane. This was going to be the hardest flight he had ever endured…and he hated flying at the best of times.