SummerSlam 2010
"Move! Get out of the way and find me a doctor!"
Randy Orton shoved his way through the crowd that had gathered backstage after his match with Sheamus, trying to find the doctor to check out Charlotte's bloodied hand. He held onto her right hand as she cradled her left hand close to her chest, blood dripping down her forearm. Her adrenaline from being ringside had worn off and she could now feel the pain caused by the gash on her left middle finger.
A tech ran off to warn the doctor that Randy and Charlotte were on their way.
"Randy, slow down for a second," Charlotte softly pleaded.
Randy stopped for a moment to let Charlotte take a rest after pulling her through the backstage area. He watched as she took off her blue peep-toe pumps, surveying the blood that had stained her fitted white t-shirt and skinny blue jeans.
"Here, give those to me," he gently commanded, offering his hand out to accept the shoes. She passed the shoes to him, giving him a small smile of thanks. Noting the paleness and queasy look on her face, Randy resumed his search for the doctor with Charlotte in tow. He didn't think she would appreciate it if he let her throw up or pass out in the backstage area where everyone could see.
Randy finally found the door marked WWE Medical and held it open for Charlotte. Dr. Andrews was ready and waiting for them. He led Charlotte to a chair and immediately began cleaning the blood off of her hand and fingers so he could inspect the wound.
Randy pulled up another chair and sat down on Charlotte's right side.
"What the hell happened out there Charlie?" he asked.
Charlotte winced as the doctor inspected her hand. "I was trying to keep Sheamus from bringing that chair into the ring so he couldn't get disqualified. I grabbed it, he pulled and my finger got caught on a sharp piece of metal".
Randy silently seethed at the way that his match had ended. Sheamus had in fact gotten disqualified and had thus held on to the WWE Championship. Orton had attacked the Irishman as soon as the referee had called for the bell and ended the match. He would have beaten the man to a pulp if he hadn't seen Charlotte enter the ring. The sight of her blood on her hand made him stop his pursuit of vengeance and lead her backstage so she could get medical attention.
Randy was broken from his reverie by a knock on the door, announcing the presence of his good friend John Cena. Charlotte looked up from watching the doctor clean her hand. "Hey John, come in," she said.
"You alright there?" he asked. "All that blood looked pretty nasty".
"I'm ok," she replied, giving the man a smile of reassurance.
"Well Ms. McNeal," Dr. Andrews started, catching everyone's attention, "looks like you'll need some stitches. Let me get some equipment and we can get you out of here in no time".
Randy chuckled at the look of apprehension on Charlotte's face as she watched the doctor pull out a needle and thread. "First time getting stitches?" he asked.
"Yea, it is," she replied, watching the doctor warily. "Not my first injury but definitely my first time getting stitches. I'm more of a breaking bones and dislocating knees kind of girl".
John lightly laughed from his spot leaning up against the counter in front of her. "So then this is not your first injury?"
"Nope. My first injury on the job though".
John laughed again. "I would get used to it. Our line of work comes with a few hazards". He checked the clock on the wall and straightened back up. "I've got to go get ready for my match. Get some rest and let that cut heal," he said as he made his way to the door.
John left just Dr. Andrews gave Charlotte a local anesthetic for her finger. She resolutely looked away from her hand as the doctor began to stitch her finger, letting her eyes fall anywhere except for her wound.
"You should go shower and change," she said to Randy after a few moments of silence.
Randy shook his head. "No I can wait. Besides if I see Sheamus I'll probably knock his teeth in".
"Are you sure? You kind of stink," she teased.
Before Randy could retort, Dr. Andrews announced that he was finished. He wrapped Charlotte's finger in gauze and after giving her instructions on how to properly clean the wound, sent Randy and Charlotte on their way.
SummerSlam was nearly over as they their way back to Randy's locker room. Randy showered while Charlotte changed clothes and packed up their things. She was ready to go as soon as he walked out of the bathroom dressed in street clothes.
The pair left the arena in silence, both individuals lost in thought.
Charlotte knew Randy would not stop going after Sheamus until he got his revenge. All she had to do was convince the Anonymous GM to give Randy another title shot, a feat that was easier said than done.