The attack by The Shield against 3MB had been vicious, fast. Wade had barely had time to blink before the men had appeared, Dean Ambrose and Seth Rollins quickly taking out Jinder and Drew, leaving Heath to stare into the emotionless face of Roman Reigns. It had been obvious when he'd realized there was no getting out of this, all hope leaving his dark eyes... then Dean had struck, and Roman had punched him hard in the face, leaving him unconscious on the floor.
Wade finds them after a short search and kneels down next to him, cradling his head in his hands and watching as his eyes flutter, Heath entirely unresponsive to their voices, their touch. Wade barely notices or cares as Drew and Jinder are helped out of the rubbage that The Shield had left them in. They are at least speaking and moving around on their own well enough so he keeps his focus on the much too still ginger on the ground as trainers bustle around, preparing to move him safely under Wade's watchful gaze.
Heath stirs when he's lifted up onto a stretcher, dark eyes opening as his lips part in some distress. Wade leans closer and rests a hand on his chest, keeping him from disrupting what the trainers are trying to do to help him. "Brit," he breathes out. "Wha- ... where..." He's looking around, trying to find Drew and Jinder. "Wh-..."
"McIntyre and Mahal are fine," he says quietly. "They're getting looked over at the trainer's office and you will be soon, just be patient, ginger." Finding Heath's hand amongst the sheets and equipment, he squeezes his fingers and follows along quietly once they finally start to move. "The Shield got you pretty good, but don't worry about it. The rest of us'll sort them out in the ring later."
Heath's eyes close once more and Wade frowns, disappointed and worried, but he comes to only a minute later, blinking around at the trainer's office as he's settled down on a cot for a proper examination. He seems to relax upon hearing Drew and Jinder's distinctive voices as they discuss what hurts with the trainer's aids, his eyes shifting back towards Wade. A small smile flickers across his face when he realizes their hands are still interlaced, but then he grows fretful, biting his lip. "The match..."
Wade shakes his head. "Don't worry about it, ginger. Whoever of us are left will handle it." He gets up, as if about to leave, but Heath's surprisingly strong grip keeps him by his side and Wade stares down at him. "It's ok, I'm not going anywhere," he murmurs, resting his other hand over Heath's. "Just moving to give the trainer room."
Heath swallows and looks over, realizing that the trainer is trying to get to him. "Oh," he sighs, releasing Wade. "Just- stay here, huh? It's... it's safe..."
"I'm not going anywhere until I have to," Wade promises, settling back in on a chair next to the cot. "See, right here, where you can see me."
Heath relaxes at this and allows the trainer to resume his examination, grimacing as the bright light shone in his eyes makes his headache worse. Thankfully, the trainer rules out concussion quickly, providing him with some ibuprophen before taking his leave, urging Heath to take it easy for a few days. Jinder and Drew wander over and the three begin to talk, the two distracting him sufficiently for Wade to get up and sneak out of the room.
His team's numbers are greatly diminished from eleven to five and his confidence in the match tonight wavers as he locks eyes with Del Rio, neither of them thrilled. A kind of understanding passes between them because while Wade has Heath to protect, Alberto has Ricardo to think of so they're both determined to see this through as quickly as possible. The five of them last longer than Wade, in all of his pessimistic glory, expects but it's obvious when The Shield is on too much of a roll to be defeated. Alberto senses it too, Wade can tell, so again they exchange glances before dropping off of the apron and heading for the gorilla position.
They're almost there, Wade can taste the freedom from this losing endeavor when the crowd begins to react to something that sounds not so good for either of them. He almost feels bad because Ricardo is primarily an announcer or interviewer, with little chance of defending himself against The Shield, but all Wade wants to do is get back to the trainer's office, grab Heath and get to higher ground, so he does nothing as Alberto turns and is immediately struck, dropped by what had taken Heath out earlier.
Wade doesn't pause, instead walking even faster through the halls. He's unsurprised when the bell rings, Lilian announcing The Shield the winners. Once he's back in the trainer's office, carefully shaking Heath awake, he finally feels like he can breathe again. "Come on, ginger," he mumbles. "Let's get out of here."
They're by the car, Wade attempting to unlock it while keeping Heath on his feet, when he mumbles, "Did ya win, Brit?"
Wade hesitates, finally unlocking the car. Settling Heath in the passenger's seat, he leans in and ruffles Heath's hair. "Yeah, we won," he mumbles, kissing Heath before pulling back and shutting the door to keep him inside. He'll know the truth soon enough, he thinks, twirling his keys around his finger.