"No, nuh uh, get back here, Brit."

Wade groans, halfway to the locker room. "Ginger, I'm fine, bloody let me go!" he snaps when Heath catches up to him and grips his arm. "I'm not hurt, I'm just sore thanks to that bloody Ziggler, so kindly-"

"Nothin' kindly about it," Heath tells him tensely. "You're gettin' looked at by the trainer or else you're walkin' back to the hotel. I mean it, Brit. C'mon."

Wade huffs, hating it but knowing that Heath means what he says. Giving in, he follows him to the trainer's office and allows the indignity of getting examined. Thankfully everything's fine, outside of a little bruising on the hip he'd landed on so hard during the match. As soon as the trainer determines he doesn't need x-rays, or anything further, Wade pulls his clothes on and stares down at Heath, resting his hands on his significant other's shoulders. "There, you satisfied now?"

Heath nods, almost looking sheepish, before burying his face in Wade's chest and hugging him. "Just wanted to make sure, if our roles were reversed, ya'd have had me on your shoulders, draggin' me in here. Don't want you on the shelf too, so soon after... after Drew'n'Jinder..." His voice fails him and Wade sighs, squeezing him tightly. "Just wanted to make sure you're good, is all."

Wade nods. Releases a breath. "I'm fine, ginger," he whispers. "Perfectly fine. Just need some ice and sleep, and everything'll be back to normal come morning. What do you say, want to go back to the hotel now?"

"Yes." Heath slips free, eases his hand down Wade's arm and squeezes his fingers before leading him out of the arena. The drive Heath actually takes slowly for once, keeping the radio off too. Everything's silent and calm and Wade almost hates it because it's not Heath in the slightest, but he keeps it to himself, knowing that Heath's just being overly cautious and sensitive to his needs because, on review, it had been a scary enough bump. With enough pain that Wade had also considered the status of his hip for a fleeting moment.

After a lengthy, hot shower that Heath insists on, Wade finds himself in bed, ice covering the worst of his bruising, already melting since he's still warm from the shower. Heath chooses then to return with fresh ice, exchanging out the packs and settling into bed next to Wade, pressing his face into Wade's neck. He still seems tense and far from the usual cheerful ginger git that he usually is and Wade finds himself idly stroking along the curves of his shoulders. "Alright?"

"Yes," Heath mumbles, curling up closer to Wade and releasing a soft breath. "You?"

"Never better." It's a lie, he's sore, and his body is struggling to decide if it's too hot from the shower or too cold from the ice, but everywhere that Heath touches feels just right so he decides to let it go. "Ginger?"

"Yes?"

"I'm not going anywhere, you know this, right? And even if I do..." Wade reaches out and cups Heath's face, drawing it up so he can look him in the eye as he speaks. "Even if I ever leave WWE, that doesn't mean I'm leaving you. We'll still have our apartment, and I'll still yell at Boodah whenever he tries to trip me in the morning, and we'll still go to the beach and out fishing, and whatever we can find time to do around our schedules. I promise."

Heath's smile is gentle, relieved. He nods. "I know. It's just nice to hear it now'n'again." He kisses Wade softly before snaking his arms around his waist once more, the tension draining from his shoulders. "Nice to hear somethin' else too, sometimes..."

Wade rolls his eyes fondly. "I love you, ginger."

Heath's grin is obvious against Wade's flesh. "That's the one. I love you too, Brit."