I headed to the hospital that night after I settled into my hotel room. It seemed like Sean had gotten a really bad concussion. With all of those he's had before, the longer he stayed unconscious, the more damage it was doing to his brain and he could remain a vegetable.

This couldn't be happening. Not to me. Not now. He was the only person I had! The only one who didn't look at me like I was some freak.

I grabbed his hand and laced our fingers together just slightly, ready to tug my hand away at any moment. The tears began again, as I inspected every bruise, every gash to memory. Because soon... soon I wanted to duplicate every single one of them on my brother and then some. That was one thing I loved about Kane, it was a side of myself I wish I could tap more often... the beast, the animal.

I saw a tear hit his arm and I went to wipe it away when I felt his hand lightly squeezing mine back. I looked up to his face, and his eyes were flickering. He was coming to! Well, of course he was. J.R. complimented his resiliency and his heart every time he commented on his matches and every time he saw Sean in the halls. It was true, though. This kid was way too tough to let that take him out. I should have known.

"What the fuck happened?" He asked, groggily. I raised my hands, but was unsure how to communicate it non-verbally. "No, fuck that shit! I know you can. Just tell me."

I sighed, defeatedly. "Taker and Show. Jesse tried to help too, before I got there." I said, in a whisper. It was easier on my vocal chords after so long of not using them.

"And so you saved me, yet again. Let's not make this a pattern, okay? I'm not trying to be the damsel in distress." He said with a smile, and I laughed slightly. "That's nice to hear too, you know. Your laugh? You should do that more often. And none of this whispering bullshit. I want to hear your voice."

It wasn't until then that I hadn't even noticed his hand was still laced with mine, now even tighter. His thumb had begun to stroke the back of my hand. It was weird. I hadn't felt anyone do this, just hold my hand, in ages, but it felt natural.

"How are you feeling? This time was bad." I said. I think he expected much worse, because he just smiled.

"I feel like I had a monster truck rally going on inside my skull, but other than that..." he replied, sarcastically. I knew he was just trying to get a smile out of me, and he succeeded. Thank God for the mask sometimes. "You should do that more often too." He added.

I could feel the blush rush to my cheeks, "How could you tell?"

"You think I don't know you by now, bro?" He asked, "Hopefully, one day, I'll see your smile for real though."

I stiffened up, pulling my hand away. Could I show him? "Uhh, I... I don't know." I stood up and walked more toward the door, slowly. I never thought anyone would want that. I mean, yes, I bet people wanted to see just out of curiousity, but that was probably just to ridicule me like always. It was never for a reason like his. Never to see me smile.

"Hey man, it's completely up to you. If you're not comfortable... I'm just letting you know, there's nothing under there that could change how I see you."

The door swung open and the doctor walked in. I guess one of the nurses had seen Sean awake and alerted him. I almost thanked him for the interruption.

How did I respond to that? No one had ever said such touching things to me before. I went into the hallway, heart fluttering. My head was spinning. I had to sit down,

"Oh no, is it worse than we thought?" It was Jesse again. His eyes were laced with concern and that red tint we were all too familiar with.

I shook my head, "No, he's awake."

His body language went from shock at once again hearing my voice, to immediate relief. "Oh, thank Jesus!" He exclaimed, and I nodded in agreement. He sat down next to me, putting a hand on my shoulder. "And how are you doing?" I nodded, indicating I was alright. "Well, good. Now let's see if we can get this fool out of here." I nodded again.

He got up and headed toward the door, before turning back suddenly and saying to me, "Oh, and by the way? If you're talking now, you should just tell him..."

"Tell him what?" I asked, confused.

"You know what." He replied, teasingly with a huge grin.

My feelings. He knew about my feelings. I guess I wasn't as subtle as I thought... Then again, after that cry out in pain by the ring tonight, I'm sure everyone's put it together. Thank God Sean doesn't remember...

It wasn't normal procedure, but let's face it, he'd had plenty of concussions before. So with some coaxing, he got them to let him leave to spend a night in a decent bed he was actually paying for, not his insurance. Jesse helped me get him back there, but then had to leave due to "prior engagements". Probably meant he had a girl waiting in his room or something...

"You gonna watch over him tonight?" He asked me, and I nodded. "I know you will." He smiled, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively. He turned and left, but not before mimicking some bad 70's "bow-chicka-wow-wow" porno music. I couldn't help but laugh.

I turned back to the room. He had settled in this morning and I had caught a later flight. My room was the floor below, so I told Sean I was going to go grab a few items and be back. When I returned, he was standing in front of the small television. He didn't budge, not an inch... whatever he was watching must be pretty captivating. I couldn't help but think, 'Please don't be porn! Please don't be porn!'

When I got closer, I could see what he was watching. He had taped RAW that evening, and there was a paused image of me, on my knees, screaming in pain. But this wasn't normal pain associated with pro wrestling... it wasn't physical pain. This was full on emotional heartache.

I froze. Did I run? Pretend I didn't notice? Wait to see his reaction? I was too scared. I had my clothes and a spare mask in my hands, so I bolted toward the bathroom, saying I had to take a shower.

I knew he'd see it eventually, I just wasn't expecting so soon... What was I going to do?