Disclaimer, etc., in part 1.

Part Three

The WWE's doctor gave him a stern look. "Just because you seem lucid, it doesn't mean I'm not going to have to you do the ImPACT test again at the next show, just to make sure. I won't clear you to wrestle until after you've passed it then, and I'm going to strongly suggest that you take it easy until then. On top of that, I'm not releasing you to drive yourself tonight, so you'll have to find someone to ride with or get a cab or something back to your hotel."

Seth jerked a hand through his hair, his gaze sliding to where his things were piled. He had no idea how they'd gotten there... If someone had gone to get his stuff for him, or if Dean and Roman had dumped them somewhere and they'd simply been found. He sincerely doubted that his former teammates had been kind enough to bring his stuff to the training rooms themselves. "I don't have a car anyway," he muttered, shaking his head slightly, glad that the movement didn't cause any pain. Like every other show since the past November, he'd ridden to RAW with Roman and Dean. The rental had been in Roman's name this time... He figured that a cab was the only way he'd be getting back to the hotel tonight. Thankfully, with the way they booked things, they took turns getting a single room, and this time around, it had been his turn... Or maybe that had been less by chance and more by design anyway. Because by his math, it really hadn't been his turn, but Dean had insisted it was, so he'd gone with it... Probably just another piece they were putting his place as they planned to turn against him. The two of them rooming together over the weekend had meant they had more time to discuss things, more time to plan, and it made things easier once they'd turned against him... Although it did, at least, also mean that they didn't have access to the rest of his luggage, meaning that they wouldn't have a chance to screw with his stuff. That was a good thing. Just about the only good thing he had going for him right now.

The doctor frowned as he looked at him. "I'm not sure I like the idea of you being alone tonight, just in case you start feeling worse or something. I've giving you my cell phone number. If you start feeling differently, anything feels off, I want you to call me," the man said, scribbling a set of numbers onto a notepad, then tearing off the sheet of paper and giving it to Seth. "Head injuries can be tricky things, and just because you feel fine now doesn't mean something can't still happen later. I really think-"

"I'll keep an eye on him," a new voice said, though it wasn't entirely new to Seth... After all, he'd heard it earlier that night. In fact, he'd heard that voice describing his injuries that night while he'd been laying on one of the tables in the trainers' room. The woman that it had belonged to had left maybe twenty minutes before, but unless he was currently hearing things, it seemed that she was now back. Looking up, he found her leaning against the doorway, the strap of her purse slung over her shoulder, the woman holding another small bag as well. She appeared ready to leave.

"I don't understand," Seth said quietly, and the former diva arched a brow as she stepped further into the room.

"Then maybe you hit your head harder than we thought," Eve mused, the woman coming to stand in front of him. "I said that I would keep an eye on you. They didn't have any single rooms when I booked. You can have the second bed in mine. I'll keep an eye on you tonight, make sure you get where you need to go in the morning. I've also got a car of my own, so we can head out right now if you want to."

Dr. Sampson frowned a bit, looking from Eve to Seth and then back again, his gaze settling on the woman in front of him. "Eve, are you sure about this?"

"I can handle it. Just give me the instructions... If you have any," the woman said, and the WWE's head doctor eyed her for a moment, like he was trying to assess just how serious she was about this whole thing. After several seconds that seemed as if he was waiting for Eve to declare that she was changing her mind, the man nodded, stepping over to grab his notepad again, scribbling down the same number that he had given to Seth, then a few other instructions. Still looking a bit uncertain, he tore the page off the notepad, then handed it over to Eve.

"If he starts feeling weird, or starts feeling bad, or gets sick, do not hesitate to call me so we can get him checked out. He seems okay now, but head injuries can be tricky things."

Eve nodded. "I know. I'll keep an eye on him," the woman said, then turned to look at Seth. "Are you ready to go?" she asked, and he gave her a look that he knew could only be called incredulous.

"Are you sure about this? I mean... You don't even know me-"

"Yeah, well, if you knew me better, then you would know that I'm really stubborn. I made my choice. So come on. Get up off that table, and let's go. I'm guessing this isn't all of your stuff, so we'll grab your things from your hotel room - hopefully we're staying at the same place, but if not, we'll just stop by your hotel first - and then we'll go back to mine, and... You can sleep or do whatever. But you will be taking it easy tonight, since you've got bruised ribs to go with that probable concussion," she said, moving to stand in front of him, though she stayed far enough back that, when he slid off the table and stood up, he wasn't too close to her. Wincing, he rubbed a hand over his sore ribs, hissing through his teeth. Shaking his head, he looked at Eve, meeting her eyes.

"Why are you doing this?" he wanted to know, and the woman shrugged.

"I'm not really sure. Maybe I just believe in second chances or something."

"Second chances?" he echoed quietly, and Eve shrugged again, heading over to grab his stuff, then turning to look at him.

"Yeah... But I'm not real big on third chances, so... I suggest you don't blow it. Now come on. Let's get out of here," she said, heading through the door... And since she had his things, Seth really didn't have any choice but to follow.