"Dr. Gregor to room 11."
"That's Sadie's room," Dean said and jumped to his feet.
Roman jumped up just as fast, grabbed Dean and held him back.
"Let me go! I need to see what's going on!" Dean shouted.
"No, you don't. You know you can't go in there," Roman tried reasoning with him.
The commotion between the two of them quickly caught everyone's attention and soon a couple of security guards appoached them.
"Sir, do we have a problem here?" One of them asked.
"No, no problem. My friend is just a bit upset," Roman answered.
"Please, I need to see her!" Dean was still shouting.
The friendly nurse from earlier approached them.
"Ma'am, stand back," one of the security guards said.
She shot him a look before stepping in front of Dean and putting a hand on his arm.
"Look at me," she spoke softly.
Dean looked down at her.
"She's alright. She woke up. The doctor's in there with her right now to check that everything is fine with her. Don't you wanna know that everything is fine?" She asked.
"Yes," Dean answered in a low voice.
"You know you can't go in there until the cops have questioned her. They're on their way here as we speak. As soon as I know anything, I'll let you know. I promise. You can trust me," she said.
A tear ran down his face as he nodded. She smiled and turned to face the security guards.
"Everything's fine here," she said.
Roman dragged Dean back to the chairs and they sat down. Dean leaned forward, placing his head in his hands.
"It's alright. She's awake," Roman said and gently patted Dean's shoulder.
Dean looked up just to see two police officers walk past them.
Almost an hour passed before they saw the nurse again. She came walking with a doctor. They stopped and she pointed towards Dean and Roman, sending a smile in their direction before taking off again. The doctor walked over to them.
"Dean Ambrose?" He asked.
"That's me," Dean said as he stood up.
"Hi, I'm Dr. Gregor," Gregor said and shook Dean's hand.
"How is she?" Dean asked.
"She's hurt but her head is fine. No memory loss or anything," Gregor answered.
"Well, that's good, right?" Roman asked.
"Yes, that's very good," Gregor answered.
"When can I see her?" Dean asked.
"You can't. I hate to be the one to tell you but she doesn't want to see you," Gregor answered.
"What? No no no, I need to see her," Dean said.
Roman put his hand on Dean's shoulder.
"What about me? Can I go in there?" He asked.
"I don't see why not. She only said not to allow a Dean Ambrose in there. But only for a few minutes. It's late and visiting hours are officially over," Gregor answered.
"Thank you, doctor," Roman said.
Gregor went away and Roman looked at Dean.
"It's alright. I'll go talk to her," he said.
"Convince her to let me in there," Dean said.
"I'll try my best," Roman said and walked away.
She looked up as Roman entered the room.
"How are you feeling?" He asked as he sat down next to her and took her hand.
"Like I've been hit by a train," she answered.
"Who did this to you?" He asked.
"I don't know. Some guy with brown hair and a red car. It's not like I check their ID or write down their license plates when I go with them," she said in a harsh tone.
"No need to snap at me. I'm only trying to help," he said.
"Well, don't," she said.
He took a deep breath and leaned back in the chair, just watching her for a few seconds before starting up the conversation again.
"Dean's been going out of his mind worrying about you. He drove around town every night searching for you," he said.
"I don't care," she said.
"I think you do. I also know he hurt you..." He started but she cut him off.
"You don't know shit!" She spat.
"But I do. Believe it or not, he actually told me everything that went down that night and you have every right to be mad at him and I do understand why you don't wanna see him," he said.
"So why are you pleading his case?" She asked.
"Because he loves you and I think you love him too," he answered.
She didn't answer. She looked up in the ceiling, thinking everything through in her head. She didn't notice that she dug her nails into Roman's skin.
"Look, I'm not gonna make any excuses for him. What he did was a really shitty thing and he deserves your anger. All I'm asking is for you to hear him out. If you still wanna hate him after that, then I promise you I'll do whatever it takes to keep him away from you," he said.
She looked at him again.
"I can't face him right now," she said.
"Tomorrow?" He asked.
Her eyes lingered on him for a couple of seconds before she finally nodded. He smiled and leaned over to kiss her forehead.
"Get some sleep. I'll bring him back here tomorrow morning," he said.