Disclaimer: I don't own any of the WWE Superstars featured in this fic. I wish I could borrow them, though...
Rated: M
WARNINGS: slash, m/m pairings & sex, character death, blood and gore, explicit language, & other graphic scenes

Christian's POV

A loud scream woke Christian from his sleep. He jolted upright and ran towards the front of the bus. The double doors were ajar, and rain pounded inside the bus. Miz and Zack were outside, with Miz carrying Zack's limp body back towards the bus. As they got closer, Christian noticed the tears streaming down Miz's face and the sobs ripping from his chest. "Don't just stand there, idiot, help me!" he screeched. Christian cautiously stepped down and helped bring Zack onto the bus. He shut the doors before joining Miz and Zack.

"What happened?" Christian demanded from Miz.

"We went outside to i-investigate and try to get c-cell reception," Miz stuttered. "A-and out of nowhere, Za-Zack fell to the ground and blood started to pour from his back."

Sheamus was already at the head of the vehicle and grabbing the First Aid kit before Christian even had time to think about it. "So what's wrong with him? A bleeding wound to the back?"

"I don't know!" Miz wailed before putting his face in his hands and sobbing uncontrollably.

Christian left Sheamus with an injured Zack while he led Miz to an empty seat. He sat down next to the shivering, hysterical man. "Miz, you need to calm down. Take a deep breath. Wipe your eyes – good, like that. Now close your eyes and try to stop crying."

He rubbed a soothing hand along Miz's arm while he fought to stop crying. After a few minutes, he tired himself of crying and just sat shivering, occasionally sniffling. "Is he going to be okay?"

Christian sighed. If only the answer to that was clear! "I think he'll be alright, Miz. Why don't you take a nap and I'll wake you up when we know what's going on?"

"Don't leave me!" he begged, grabbing onto Christian's arm. "Please, just stay with me."

He sighed and sat back down. He allowed the frightened man to rest his head on his shoulder and fall asleep. From his seat, he had a clear view of Sheamus tending to Zack. He poured a liquid onto the wound on his back – which was a pretty deep laceration – and cringed when the Broski screeched in pain and writhed on the ground. The liquid made bubbles on the wound.

"We have to prevent infection, fella," Sheamus said, trying to soothe the injured man. He let him ride out the pain before applying cotton dressings over the affected area. Once he had a decent amount of gauze over the wound, he taped it in place and checked the rest of his body for injury. "I think that's it for now, Zack. Does anything else hurt?"

"My foot," he spoke, letting out a slight hiss when he sat up. "I think I stepped on something a couple days or so ago."

"You have boots on," Sheamus mumbled, taking the boot off regardless. "It's just a blister. I'll put a Band-Aid over it."

After Sheamus applied the bandage, he took Zack's other boot off and helped him to a seat.

"I wanna sit with Miz," he said, wiping his eyes again. "Christian, get up."

Christian got out of his seat and helped Sheamus sit Zack down next to Miz. Miz stirred and, once he realized Zack was okay, he smiled wide and hugged the other man. "I'm so glad you're alright! How do you feel?"

Christian left Miz to fuss over Zack while he went to another seat. As he sat down, he noticed the Celtic Warrior sitting down next to him. "Kinda hard to believe we've been out here for only two days now, huh?"

Only two days? It felt more like a year. "It's only Wednesday?"

"Wednesday night, yes," Sheamus sighed, rubbing a hand through his orange hair. "I feel as if we've been out here for months."

Content that someone else shared his concerns, Christian grunted in response. "You think Alberto and Santino will get help for us, or even get out of these woods at all?"

He looked up to see Sheamus staring at him. "I hope they make it out of these woods alive! If they do that, I have no doubt that they'll send for help as best they can."

"How's Zack's injury?" the blond wondered, scratching his head briefly.

"It's pretty bad," Sheamus murmured so only Christian could hear him. "It will heal, but his biggest enemy right now is infection. If that gets infected, he's gonna get sepsis and die. We don't have the resources to fight an infection of that size."

"Huh? What's sepsis?"

"An infection that basically travels through the blood and to the entire body. He'd be dead within six to eight hours out here, I'm guessing, if he got that."

"How do we prevent infection, then?" Christian wondered.

"I'll have to change his dressings a couple times a day and put that liquid stuff on it as well. Once the wound has started to close up a little, I'll put antibiotic cream on the dressings before I put it over the wound."

In the matter of two days, they had seen three injuries and illnesses, witnessed one death, and lost two men to the depths of the woods. "I'm so tired."

"Go to sleep," Sheamus told the Canadian. "I'll keep watch. Tomorrow I was thinking of bringing Randy and Cody with me to get some more water. When we get back, I'll send Kane and you out to hopefully find some food. Just remember to not stray too far from here, alright?"

Christian nodded tiredly. He already knew the drill. He blocked out the sound of Sheamus repeating precautions to him and drifted off in sleep.

A/N: Sorry it's short! Hope you enjoyed & Please Review!