Title: Savin' Me

Rated: M (Mature)

Genre(s): Romance/Angst/Hurt/Comfort

Pair(s): Chris/Phil, Jeff/Adam, ?/Chris, Matt/AJ

Summary: Even though Phil passed his public field sobriety test, the GM still stripped him of his title. Humiliated and heartbroken, Phil knows exactly who to blame. Chris Jericho. Can their relationship survive this test?

Disclaimer: I don't own anyone. I also don't own the song.

Warning: Slash, Mentioned Alcoholism, Self-Harm

Part: 7/? - Found

The ref tried to assist Chris to his feet, but he yanked his arm out of the older man's hold. Chris Jericho didn't need help from anyone. He climbed to his feet on his own and brushed the broken glass from his frame, before he slid out of the ring and stalked toward the back with as much dignity as he could muster. What the hell was that out there? Phil had been acting oddly ever since the GM of both Raw and SmackDown forced him to relinquish his title. Chris still felt awful about that. Obviously, Phil wasn't drunk. So, really, the GM had no means to do so...

Once Chris was out of the view of the cameras, he let his shoulders sag and finally allowed his pain to show on his face. He took a breath and tried to enter the locker room that he shared with Phil, but found that the door was locked. This in itself was unusual. Even when Phil was furious with him, he had never locked him out of their locker room before. Hotel room, sure. But never their shared locker room. Chris' stomach twisted as he knocked on the door. After a few moments of silence, he knew that he wouldn't recieve an answer.

That's when he heard the shower running in the back. His heart hammered madly in his chest. Something about this wasn't right. Taking a few steps back, he rammed his left shoulder into the door and forced the lock. Stumbling inside, the first thing he saw were the broken shards from the mirror that had fallen on the floor. His heart almost stopped when he saw the blood that had collected on the few shards that had remained connected to the actual frame of the mirror. Somehow, he knew that Phil had broken that mirror.

Fear caused his heart to clench as he continued to walk further into the locker room and around into the actual shower stall. He pushed the door open, and his heart stopped. Phil was stretched out on the floor, and though the flow of blood had stopped, the marks on his arm and wist clearly indicated what he had done. He was unconscious, his head tilted to the side as water showered his face. Without thinking, he pulled Phil out of the water and into his arms. Wrapping his shirt around the wounded arm, he tried to wake up the smaller ravenette.

"Baby? Baby, please wake up. C'mon, open those beautiful olive eyes and look at me. I know you're still in there. Please, wake up. Please." Chris ranted, gently rocking Phil back and forth and kissing his forehead with all of the affection that he could muster.

Phil's head lolled to the side, but otherwise he made no movement or sound.

"Phil, baby, please." He nestled his head in the crook of Phil's neck, inhaling the familiar scent of his husband. "Please... You can't leave me. I don't know what I'm supposed to do without you. Please, open your eyes. Please..."

"C-Chrissy..." Phil whispered, barely able to make his voice become any louder.

Chris cradled him closer. "Please, baby, stay awake. I need you to keep those beautiful eyes open."

"Mmm... it's so cold. You're warm. D-Don't leave me, Chrissy. It hurts..." Phil trailed off as his eyes slid closed.

"Phil!" Chris yelled, but it was useless. Quickly, he set Phil back on the floor and searched for a towel. Taking one off of the wrack, he wrapped the still-clothed man in it and lifted him into his arms. His back protested, but he didn't dwell on it. "Don't worry, Philly. You'll be safe soon, okay? I promise."

Quickly, Chris walked down the near-abandoned hallways, in search of anyone in a black shirt that signified the medical team. Phil's body was limp in his arms, and the wound underneath his shirt had started to secreate blood again. Carefully, Chris bent down and kissed his husband's forehead. He needed to find someone and fast. Finally, he found a woman on the medical team and called out to her. She turned around, startled, but then her eyes fell on Phil and they widened. She called out to the other members of the medical team nearby, and one man brought a gurney over.

Chris rested the muscular body on the bed and watched as they strapped him in, not even having to look underneath the shirt to know what was there. They worked diligently and effeciently, making sure that Phil was as comfortable as he possibly could be before they started out for the ambulance. For a second, Chris just stood there. He wasn't sure if Phil would even want him there, with how poorly he had treated him. But then he remembered how Phil had begged him to stay with him, and his heart broke. Taking a deep breath, he collected himself and ran outside to catch the ambulance before it left for the hospital...

A/N: Well, I hope that this makes up for the cliffhanger that I left y'all on last chapter! Please remember to review! Reviews - Faster Updates!