One benefit of working for NXT was it was a fixed spot, Wade could travel to a show and be home early the next day. Now that he works on Smackdown, however, he spends more time at airports, and his schedule usually rivals Heath's so neither of them have a full weekend to themselves. It's taxing, but they make do.
Until he comes home to find the place half-decorated for Christmas, Heath sitting beneath a sad looking tree, his short hair frazzled and hands trembling. "Ginger? What's going on?" Wade asks, casting a dubious glance over the tree, trying to see if it looks like it'll collapse on top of them at any moment.
"I, uh." Heath licks his lips. "Dunno, just kinda. Messed up while I was tryin' to put it up and messed my foot up good."
Wade immediately drops down next to Heath and lifts his feet up, one at a time, examining them until he sees it. A decent gash along the side of Heath's foot all the way up to his toe. "Damn," he whistles. "How'd you do this?"
"Tried to shift things with my foot to make room so I could get around to the other side of the tree without knockin' things over," Heath says breathlessly. "Next thing I knew, there was that sick throbbin' kinda pain when you know you've stripped some skin off, right? Guess I caught it just right on the base of the TV stand."
Wade winces. "Well, I'm sorry. Thankfully it's not metal so you probably won't need a tetanus booster or anything." He smooths his hand up and down Heath's foot, then looks up with a small smile. "How about I bandage this up, and then we work together on moving things around so we can safely finish up with the tree?"
"Dunno if I can," Heath mumbles, hands still trembling a bit against his knee.
"Can always sit you down and you can tell me what all to do," Wade suggests, reaching out to stabilize Heath's fingers.
"Yeah," Heath murmurs. "That could work. Yeah."
"Come on." Wade stands and helps Heath up to hobble over to the couch, before going to find the first aid kit. Heath leaves his head tilted back against the couch, breathing in deeply as Wade works on disinfecting and bandaging him up. "Shouldn't be too bad healing wise, just need some time," he says, pressing a kiss to the top of Heath's foot. "And no more furniture moving bare footed."
Heath smirks. "I'll try to keep that in mind," he says.
"Good man." Wade gets up with a quiet grunt and moves to begin fixing the tree. "It's a good tree you picked out this year, at least..."
"Hey, last year's was good too," Heath huffs, throbbing foot momentarily forgotten as he sits up to glower at Wade.
"It was short and all of the branches were falling out of it before we even got it to the car," Wade responds, rolling his eyes as he begins sorting through their ornaments.
"You didn't say anything last year," Heath huffs, flopping back against the couch and crossing his arms over his chest miserably.
"Mm," Wade says, noncommittally. He moves back and forth, putting garland and lights in their place, careful not to look at Heath. As if I'd tell him I kept quiet because he looked so pleased with it all last year. He scoffs under his breath, carefully following Heath's instructions as he slowly begins directing from his place collapsed against the couch.