"It's gonna be okay, Seth," Roman said.
Roman was wheeling Seth back into his room after his physical therapy. It had been a bad accident inside the ring. Seth had broken his back, and unfortunately he didn't heal the same way as last time. This time it was bad. Like really fucking bad. Seth was in a wheelchair and couldn't walk. The broken back had paralyzed him from the waist down.
"Someone sent you flowers," Roman said. "Do you want me to read the card for you?"
Roman was already walking over to the flowers before Seth could answer. He picked up the card and smiled.
"They're from Hunter and Stephanie. How sweet of them," Roman said.
"Please, leave," Seth said lowly.
"Come again?" Roman asked.
"I said, leave," Seth spoke louder. "I wanna be alone."
Roman sighed and put the card back down. Seth had taken a huge mental step backwards, and Roman couldn't blame his little brother for feeling that way. His entire life had been turned upside down, and there was only a 50% chance he would ever walk again. Roman walked over to Seth and patted his shoulder.
"It's gonna be okay," Roman said.
"Stop saying that!" Seth hissed. "You don't fucking know that, Roman. Nothing is okay. Just fucking leave me alone, alright?"
Roman sighed again and walked over to the door. His heart broke for his best friend.
"I'll stop by again tomorrow," Roman said.
Before Seth could tell him not to, Roman was out of the door and had closed it. Seth's tears started falling the second he heard the click from the door. He was good at keeping his anger flowing around others, but he only cried when he was alone.
"Crying is such a funny thing," someone said.
He jumped in the chair and tried turning his head to figure out who the voice belonged too.
"No, no, don't get up," she chuckled.
She walked around the wheelchair to stand in front of him. He had never seen her before. Her eyes were bright green and shone like crystals. Her hair was long, wavy, and fiery red. She wore a long, green, sparkling dress that matched her eyes. Like some sort of goddess from a fairytale.
"Tears are a funny human thing. You are embarrassed to show them, yet you can't hold them back. And for some reason it still feels good to get them out of your system even though they often leave you just as empty as before," she said.
She ran her tongue over her top lip. Something about her made him feel uneasy. He felt like he should call for a nurse but he was frozen in place.
"Seth Rollins," she smirked.
"Who are you?" She asked.
"I'm the one who can make all your dreams come true," she said.
"I doubt it," he said.
"I'm the wishmaster," she bowed. "Or you can call me Duvessa if you wanna be on more friendly terms with me."
She leaned down to smell the flowers on the table. His jaw dropped when she bit the head of one of the flowers, chewed it, and swallowed it. She looked back at him and gave him a sinister smile.
"That back of yours will never heal," she said.
"Don't say that," he said.
"You know it just as well as me," she said.
"Don't say that!" He raised his voice.
She leaned over him and placed her hands on the arm rests of the wheelchair.
"What if I can heal it?" She asked.
"Go ahead," he challenged.
"For a price," she said.
"Of course," he rolled his eyes. "What does the mighty wishmaster want?"
"Just a small thing. Nothing of importance to you. I'll collect another day, but I can heal your back right now if you want me to," she said.
She straightened her back and stared him down. He felt nervous. A part of him actually believed her. She might look human but she didn't feel human. The choice suddenly felt harder. He wanted his back fixed so bad but he had no idea what she would want as payment later. He tried picturing himself in a wheelchair for the rest of his life, and new tears started falling.
"Not the tears again," she said. "They can't help you with anything. Wipe them off, stand up, and be a man."
"Stand up?" He snorted. "What a great choice of words."
"You can if you will," she said. "It's up to you."
She picked up a flower from the bouquet and chewed off its head. He knew that once she was through all the flowers, his time would have run out. He needed to make the choice now.
"Heal my fucking back!" He growled.
She grinned at him and dropped the flower in her hand.
"Stand up," she said.
"What?" He asked.
"Get up from the chair," she said.
"I can't," he said.
"Yes, you can," she said.
He looked down and moved his legs. His jaw dropped when he saw they did exactly as he wanted them to. He placed them on the floor and stood up. Everything felt like it used to. There was no broken back leaving him paralyzed anymore. Everything had gone back to normal. He thought she would involve a spell or a potion or something. She hadn't even snapped her fingers. She had just looked at him and made him heal in a split second.
"How did you...?" He started smiling. "Thank you so fucking much."
"You're welcome," she said.
He took a step forward to hug her but she sidestepped him.
"I don't do hugs," she said. "You humans are very strange sometimes."
"No hugs," he laughed. "Thank you, Duvessa."
She walked over to the door and looked back at him with a sickening grin on her face.
"I'll come back one day for payment," she said. "I'll be seeing you, Seth Rollins."