"Oh, bloody hell," Wade mumbles, recognizing the music as it echoes through the arena. Finding a monitor, he watches as the Union Jacks make their way to the ring once more and prepare for the upcoming match. When Rusev's music hits, Wade grimaces, aware of what's to come. Sure enough, Heath is his opponent and the match lasts about as long as it takes for Wade to get comfortably seated in front of the screen, Rusev stomping extra viciously into his mid-back to apply the Accolade.
Wade winces as Heath passes out, getting up and waiting by the gorilla position. He and Rusev's eyes catch for a moment but he quickly loses interest when Drew and JInder try to help Heath backstage, Wade brushing the two men off to take over, supporting Heath down the hall to the trainer's office. He settles him down and waits, watches, until the trainer determines that he's ok. Wade still has business regarding the Beat the Clock challenge happening tonight so he casts his dark gaze upon Drew and Jinder. "I need to see who my opponent is going to be. It's pointless keeping him here when he's in pain, so take him back to the hotel. He should have the keycard in his things."
"Yeah, sure," Drew agrees easily, his accent thick as he helps to collect Heath and get him out of the trainer's office.
Wade watches them go with a pinched look before turning his focus back onto what's happening in the ring. He hates waiting here, leaving Heath with those two, but he knows if anything, Jinder will keep an eye on things, will stop Drew from doing anything bloody ridiculous. He hopes. After RVD is declared the winner and Wade takes him out with a bullhammer elbow, he leaves and heads for the hotel, finally feeling like he can breathe as he lets himself into the room he's sharing with Heath.
It's quiet inside, one lonely lamp illuminating the room, and Wade releases a soft breath as he drops his bag down and looks around. It takes him a minute to adjust to the shadowy interior of the room, finally following the soft breathing to the couch. Heath is laying on his stomach, a nasty bruise forming along his lower spine and Wade grits his teeth at the sight of it, kneeling down to get a better look before scooping Heath up and walking him over to the bed, re-adjusting the bag of ice he'd been left with once he settles him down on the mattress.
Heath moans, head twisting into the pillows before he breathes out, "Wade?"
"Mm hmm," Wade says softly, reaching over to lightly knead around the bruise. "I'm here now. You're ok."
"Hurts," he says sleepily, melting against the mattress as Wade continues to work him over.
"I know," Wade sighs. He massages him quietly for a few moments before huffing out, "Union Jacks again. Bloody hell."
"The crowd liked it," Heath mumbles, closing his eyes and groaning faintly as Wade pulls away and lays down next to him, continuing to massage him. "Don't lie, you did too."
Wade snorts but doesn't provide an actual response, leaning closer to kiss the side of Heath's mouth. "Good night, ginger."
"G'night," he breathes, already half out of it from the pain and the massage and whatever the trainer had given him for it all.
Wade smiles, stroking along his bruised back once more before sprawling his hand out across Heath's back and allowing himself to fall asleep too.