Before Raw had begun, Dolph had won Best Twitter Handle for a slammy, and then came out later to accept the Slammy for the Survivor Series match he'd been the last man standing in. Zack chuckles as he watches Dolph accept it, resting his head back against the couch to listen. Once Dolph's off the stage, Zack grabs his phone and texts. So this is why you wanted to rename the Twitter Slammy award, huh, bro?

Meh, I won the Zack Ryder award a long time ago, kid.

Zack stares at the text for a few moments before cracking up laughing, not even sure what to say. Putting the phone down, he turns his attention back to the show, still chuckling every now and again when he thinks about Dolph's response. Considering Dolph had wrestled Seth and had accepted every Slammy award he could possibly win by now, Zack thinks he's done for the night, but then things begin to fall apart during the main event, with Seth, J&J Security and Big Show attacking Cena.

Dolph's attempt to pull the save doesn't go too far, Big Show KO punching him and the brawl ends up by the announcer's table. Zack sits up then, watching tensely as Dolph almost gets put through a table by Big Show but fights free just for Harper to slam him through it a few moments later anyway. Zack finds himself on his feet, pacing around and gnawing at a finger as the show ends with Rollins, Jamie and Joey standing tall in the ring. "Dammit," he breathes, all sorts of ugly things running through his mind. With Dolph's history of concussions, Zack hates watching him get beat up, and the way he'd hit his head a few times in the last few minutes... Zack feels ill.

"Please, please," he mumbles. Normally he'd be going to bed after Raw to get plenty of sleep before his next rehab appointment, but his mind is racing, anxiety bleeding through his body until he can barely breathe. "Come on, come on. Ring." He glares at his phone on each pass by it, struggling to keep his head on straight. "Someone call, just... we can't both be injured right now. We can't. I couldn't help him with my arm like this." He kicks at the couch on the next time by it, gritting his teeth against the pain stabbing up his foot. "Stupid," he mumbles, finally sitting down and burying his face in his hand, scraping it up through his hair.

He's still sitting there, tugging at his hair and trying not to completely lose his mind, when the phone rings and startles him. He grabs for it, gaping at the screen before answering it hurriedly. "Bro?"

"Hey, kid." Dolph sounds a little rough, but Zack remembers all too well how he sounded after concussions in the past. Not like this, at all.

Zack swallows. "Are you ok?"

"Yeah, I'm ok," Dolph sighs. "Little sore, but I'm really going to be ok. The trainer just confirmed I don't have a concussion, so I wanted to call and let you know everything's fine on that end." Zack doesn't say anything for a minute, slumping forward, and it's with a sympathetic twinge to his voice that Dolph asks, "You were worried, huh, kid?"

"Not at all," Zack hisses out. "Bro, you have to stop scaring me like this. The both of us can't be injured at the same time." He sounds desperate, close to tears, and he doesn't even care.

"I know, kid. I know. I'm sorry, tonight got way out of hand." Dolph exhales softly. "I'll make it up to you as soon as I'm home, ok?"

"You'd better," Zack sighs, lips twitching up a little.

"I will. Love you, kid. I have to go so the trainer can finish looking me over. I'll call you back when I get to the hotel."

"Alright, bro. Love you too." Zack ends the call and slumps back in relief for a few moments before getting to his feet. Now that he knows everything's ok, his exhaustion weighs on him and he stumbles to bed, collapsing against Dolph's pillow and hugging it close with his good arm, breathing in his scent. This soothes him and helps him to finally fall asleep.