Hey, hey, hey everyone! I hope you all are having a good weekend so far! I only got one review last chapter? Are you guys losing interest in this story? :( I really hope not because I enjoy writing it. For those of you who are enjoying it, I'm sorry I left it off where I did, it was necessary, lol.

I do not own anyone affiliated with the WWE. I only own Lucy


Previously...

Lucy POV

Remembering the direction Drew and I took, I quickly backtrack and run as fast as I can to Randy. Finally making it down to the training field, I see a crowd of men, huddled over and I rush in that direction, pushing whoever I have to out of the way.

When some of them don't budge, I have to forcefully move them aside, "move dammit," I ground out and after I am able to get them all out of the way, I fall to my knees at Randy's side. And there is a lot of blood. So much blood.

"Oh my god, Randy," I cry out and immediately press my hands over his wound after ripping open his shirt to get better access to it. "Someone, give me your shirt!" I yell out and no one moves, they just stare down at us in shock. "Now! Goddamn it! Give me a fucking shirt!" I yell again and I finally have a shirt appear in front of my face.

"Here you are Miss Lucy," one of the soldiers hands the shirt to me and I quickly grab it, mumbling my thanks to him.

Putting my focus back onto Randy, I ball up the fabric and press it with all my strength into the wound. "Lu–Lucy?" Randy asks me, just above a whisper with pain in his voice. His face becoming paler by the minute as he looks up at me. His beautiful blue eyes becoming duller by the second.

"Yeah, Randy; it's me sweetie," I reply, "try not to talk too much, okay," I order him gently and he weakly nods his head and closes his eyes, "No. You need to keep your eyes open, Randy. Keep your eyes on me. I promise, I'm going to take care of you; you're not going to die," I tell him with quiet conviction.

There is no way in hell I'm letting him go. I refuse to have Randy die on me after everything he's done for me, "someone help me! I need to get him to medical…now!" I yell again and before anyone can react, a large body squats down on the opposite side of Randy.

"I've got him, love," Drew says with urgency in his tone, "stay with me and keep pressure on his wound," he orders me and I nod my head in understanding, already knowing this fact.

Drew scoops Randy up as I keep my hands in place and as quickly as we can, walk him to the medical tent, where I can finally get a good look at the wound to see what I'm dealing with.

In a matter of minutes, Drew and I make it to the tent with Randy and Drew lays him down on the table. "Stay with me, Randy. Keep your eyes on me," I say to my new best friend then turn my attention to Drew, "I need more cloth to help stop the bleeding, a needle, thread and whatever alcohol you have. I need to act fast or he will die, Drew," I tell him, my tone serious. I have no time to let my feelings get in the way.

"I'm on it," he replies and acts accordingly, by grabbing me what I need in record time. "Here. Just tell me what you need me to do," Drew addresses me and I look up at him to see he has my full and undivided attention.

"I need you to hold him down. I need to pour some of the alcohol on his wound to clean it and it's not going to feel good," I tell Drew and remove the ruined shirt from Randy's abdomen, then turn my attention to him, "Randy, sweetie, what I'm about to do is going to make the pain worse, but I promise you it's going to help me fix you up, okay?" I tell him. The only response I get from Randy is a small movement of his head in my direction.

I look back up at Drew and nod my head at him to hold Randy in place. The moment he does, I take the alcohol and pour it generously over Randy's wound and he bellows out one of the loudest screams I've ever heard. I ignore it and begin to wipe away what blood I can so I can see the actual severity of Randy's wound.

"Hun, can you hand me a few strips of cloth please?" I ask Drew and hold my hand out him as I look up from Randy. Multiple pieces are placed into my hand seconds later and I press them to the bleeding wound, trying to soak up as much blood as I can.

"No major arteries or organs were hit, thank god," I say and grab the needle and thread, wiping the needle clean with some of the cloth and alcohol. "Alright, here we go," I say and slowly start to close the large gash on Randy's abdomen.

Less than an hour later, I have Randy asleep and resting. I'm covered in grime and blood, but none of that matters knowing I saved my friends life today. I pull the blanket up to rest at Randy's waist and press a kiss to his forehead, "rest up sweetheart," I whisper to his sleeping form. Wiping off a sheen of blood and sweat from my face, I exit his tent.

"How is he? " Drew asks me the second I walk outside. I look up at him with exhausted eyes and give him a small smile.

"He's not out of the woods yet, but I know he's going to be okay. He's going to be down and out for a while, but I have no doubt that he'll make a full recovery," I reply, walking up to Drew and he wraps his arms around my waist before pressing a kiss to me.

"Thank you," he whispers against my lips, "for saving my best friend. I'm forever in your debt," Drew tells me and I look up at him with a smile and cup his jaw, pressing a kiss of my own to him.

"There is no need to thank me, but you're welcome, baby. Randy is my friend, too and he's done so much for me, there was no way I was going to let him die on me. I'd never forgive myself," I reply, pulling back to look up at Drew properly.

"Still. Thank you," he tells me, placing a kiss to my forehead.

"I'm going to go to the river and clean myself up, then check up on Randy to see how he is fairing," I say and Drew nods his head, releasing his hold on me.

"Just please, don't travel too far. I'd never forgive myself if anything happened to you when I could have prevented it," he replies, fretting over me.

Nodding my head I reply, "I promise, I'll go to the furthest end of the river, all the way down, where no one can see me," I tease lightly to try and lighten the mood just a little and Drew's eyes widen in panic and I start to laugh lightly at his reaction. "I'm just kidding; I promise I won't stray too far. I'll be in yelling distance, that in case I need you, you'll be able to hear me."

Drew narrows his eyes at me and purses his lips as he nods his head. Almost as if he is plotting his own revenge for my little stunt, "you think you're funny little lady. I almost lost my best friend today. I'll be damned if I lose you," he gently scolds me and I sober up quickly, deflating.

"You're right; I'm sorry. I didn't even think about that. I'll stay near. I promise," I tell Drew, stepping up on my tip toes to press a soft kiss to his lips before I disappear and head towards the river.

I finally let my emotions get the best of me and the tears start to fall uncontrollably. Both Drew and Randy have come to mean the world to me in these past couple of days and almost losing one of them today, I don't know if I could have bared that. And here I am being selfish. I've only known Randy for 3 days and Drew has known him his entire life; if Randy did die, it would have impacted Drew 100 times more than it would me.

Finally making it to the river, I look around me to make sure no one is near and start to strip before stepping into the cold water of the river. I quickly rid myself of all the sweat and blood that had accumulated on me in the past couple of hours, allowing myself to let my mind wander to Drew.

I still don't know how I got to be so lucky to have someone as amazing and handsome as Drew is, to want me. Selfishly, my mind starts to travel to his lips and how soft they are; how amazing of a kisser he is. I release a whimper I didn't even know I was holding back and I begin to let my hand slowly run down my body, until it hits the apex of my thighs.

I begin to rub small circles on my little bundle of nerves, gasping at the pleasure it brings me. My mind is focused on Drew as I do and I imagine that it's him making me feel this good and not myself. "Oh Drew…ahh. Oh my god," I breathe as I continue my ministration. Each second I quicken the pace of my fingers, bringing me closer.

Moments later, I find my releases with Drew's name quietly falling from my lips before I let myself come back down to earth and into the chilly water of the river. Realizing what I've just done, I turn a bright shade of red and look around, thankfully, not finding anyone in my vicinity.

"I can't believe I just did that," I say out loud to myself and quickly get out of the water, deciding that I'm clean enough. Regrettably, I put back on my shift and soiled dress, since I have nothing else to wear. It is literally the only pieces of clothing I have possession of since I left all of my belongings with my father.

I wring the excess water out of my hair and I slowly make my way back to camp…and the man I just fantasized about. The second I make it back, I cross paths with one of the men and I discover that he is approaching me.

I look at him apprehensively and slowly begin to back away from him, until a friendly smile graces his face. "Please, do not be alarmed nor fear me, Miss Lucy. I am one of the last people you need be afraid of. That is after Orton and King McIntyre. My name is Finn," he says, introducing himself as his Irish accent makes itself known and holds his hand out to me.

I hesitantly place my smaller one in his and Finn presses a kiss to my knuckles. "It's nice to meet you. I apologize, but why are you approaching me?" I ask Finn and quickly bring my hand back to my side the moment he releases his hold on it.

"Forgive me, Miss Lucy. I was the one who handed you the shirt when you asked for one earlier. I came to ask you if Orton is alright? You and The King left the scene rather quickly and nothing has been said since. We have no idea what is going on or how Orton is doing," Finn replies and follows alongside me as I continue to walk in the direction of Randy's tent.

"Randy is going to be okay. He's not out of the woods yet, but if he rests and takes it easy, I have no doubt that he will have a full recovery. He lost a lot of blood, so he is going to be weak for some time until he can gain his strength back," I answer Finn's question and stop in front of Randy's tent, not going any further.

"Well, I'm glad to hear that he will survive; that was a nasty accident," Finn says and I smile awkwardly at him.

"Yes. If you'll excuse me; I'm going to check up on him now. You enjoy the rest of your day, Finn," I tell the Irishman and disappear into Randy's tent.

I walk up to the bed and find Randy exactly as I had left him. His breathing is slightly labored though, but that is to be expected considering the trauma he and his body just went through. I place a hand to Randy's forehead and find that he is running a slightly fever. I take a peek under the covering I put over his wound and see that it's okay. Regardless, I go and fetch a bowl of cold water and a towel to help bring Randy's temperature down.

I quickly make my way to the dining tent and enter it, putting all eyes on me from those who are present. I ignore the stares and head towards where I know I can find the cook.

"Excuse me?" I ask in a timid voice, but strong and loud enough to be heard.

A heavy set man with red hair and a beard to match, pops around the corner upon hearing my call. "Aye, yes. How can I help you Miss Lucy?" He asks me and provide him a shy smile.

"It seems I am very popular around here. You all seem to know my name. Otis, is it?" I reply, then ask him.

"It is and yes, you are. When our King found someone to attract and gain his attention, let alone a beauty like yourself, word tends to get around rather quickly. We've never seen King McIntyre in as good of a mood as he has been since your arrival. He must be very smitten with you. But it is nice to see you up and around. He said you weren't feeling well when he came by to fetch you some broth. Forgive me, what is it I can help you with Miss Lucy?" Otis asks me and my smile seems to grow a little bigger at the news Otis just provided to me, but it slowly fades when I remember what I came to him for.

"Yes, I was hoping that I could bother you for a bowl of cold water and possibly a towel?" I ask him and he springs into action.

Before I know it, a bowl of water and a towel are being handed to me. "Here you are Miss Lucy; a bowl of water and a towel," Otis says.

"Thank you, so much, Otis. I really do appreciate your help, but I do have to get back to Ran–Mr. Orton and help bring his temperature down with this," I reply, holding up the bowl and towel.

"Aye, of course Miss Lucy. Any time you need anything, don't hesitate to ask," he tells me as I make my way out of the tent.

I turn to him with a smile, "I will. Thank you, Otis," I reply and exit the tent and quickly head back to Randy.

When I return, Drew is sitting in a chair next to Randy's bedside, quietly talking to him. Upon my entrance, he looks up and a small smile graces his handsome face. "How are you holding up?" I ask Drew, walking up to the opposite side of Randy and place the bowl on the small table there.

"As best as I can. I just never thought I'd see my best friend fighting for his life. He's one of the strongest people I know," Drew replies quietly as he watches me dunk the towel into the water, remove the excess water and place the cool wet towel to Randy's forehead.

"When I came to check on him, he had a small fever. I went to Otis to go fetch these to help bring it down some," I explain and understanding flits across Drew's face.

Drew POV

I get up from my spot and round the bed, approaching Lucy. I walk up behind her and wrap my arms around her tiny waist and place a kiss to the top of her head.

"You have absolutely no idea how amazing you are, Lucy. And selfless. You put yourself among my men, just so you can care for Randy. Regardless of how uneasy you are around them," I tell Lucy as I watch her dunk the towel back into the water, but this time she pats the towel to Randy's neck and upper chest.

"His life is more important than my stupid fear of men. I wasn't going to let it stop me from saving Randy's life. He's come to mean a lot to me, just like you have, Drew," Lucy replies and places the towel back into the water before turning around in my arms so she can properly face me.

"Like how you have to me," I counter, tightening my hold on Lucy's waist, pulling her closer to me. "Exactly like that," Lucy replies, wearing a smile as she wraps her hands around my neck.

I return Lucy's smile and lower my head towards hers and capture her lips with mine. My kiss pulls a quiet whimper from Lucy and I smile into it, but pull away when we hear a soft groan.

"I thought I said I don't want to see you two doing that in front of me," Randy croaks out quietly.

Lucy quickly pulls away from me and turns to face Randy. "Oh my god, Randy, how are you feeling?" She asks him, placing a hand on his cheek.

Groaning, Randy lolls his head in Lucy's direction to look up at her face. "I feel like I got stabbed with a sword," he grumbles and Lucy looks at me from over her shoulder with an amused smile.

"Well at least you haven't lost your sense of humor," I say smartly and Randy manages to crack a small smirk in my direction.

"It's going to take more than a little gash to make me lose my smart ass nature," Randy retorts cockily and Lucy shakes her head at him in amusement.

"Randy, you do know you almost died, right?" Lucy asks him, her tone serious as she runs the tips of her fingers through his short hair, before gingerly sitting next to him on the bed.

Randy's smirk immediately falls from his face with Lucy's comment and he looks up at her with sad eyes. "I know I did. I thought I was going to until you got to me. When you told me that you wouldn't let me die, I believed you. So, thank you…for saving my life, Lucy," he says seriously, all traces of humor gone from his tone.

Lucy places one of her hands over Randy's that rests on his abdomen and takes the other, placing it flat against his cheek. "You're welcome, Randy," she replies as she lightly runs her thumb over Randy's stubble, "other than Drew, you're my best friend. There was no way in hell I was going to let you die on me. Not even for me, but for Drew and for you. I never would have forgiven myself if I failed to keep you alive," Lucy tells him.

Hearing Lucy talk to Randy the way she is, has me fighting everything in me to not act out irrationally at the attention she is giving him. I need to remind myself that she wants me. That she was in my arms. That she was just kissing me before Randy woke. I was the one to cause that whimper to fall from her gorgeous lips.

"You okay over there, buddy," Randy asks weakly, pulling me from my thoughts.

"What?" I ask back.

"Are you alright? You looked like you were arguing with yourself inside your head," Randy replies, refusing to take his eyes off of me, no matter how much pain he is in or with the fact that he just got stabbed with a sword not even 3 hours ago.

"Yeah. Yeah, I'm fine," I reply and I feel a small hand grab mine. I look down to find Lucy looking up at me with sad eyes.

"Are you sure you're alright, baby?" She asks me and out of the corner of my eye I can see Randy lift an eyebrow as best he can at Lucy's nickname. I ignore him, keeping my attention on Lucy.

"I promise, love; I'm alright," I tell her with a smile, but it doesn't reach my eyes and I can see in Lucy's that she doesn't fully believe me, but let's it go. I know I'll be hearing about it later when we are alone.

Lucy nods her head with a quiet okay before returning her attention to Randy. As they continue to talk, I decide to leave the confines of the tent without another word. I can tell Randy won't be awake for much longer with how heavy his eyes looked, so I felt I was no longer needed at the moment.