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Part Seven

He leaned against the headboard of the bed, the pillows stacked up behind him, providing some cushioning between him and the hard surface. His gaze flicked continually toward the door to the room, the man waiting impatiently for Eve to come back. He didn't like the idea of her being out there, which he figured was probably silly. As far as he knew, his former partners in the Shield didn't know who he had left with that night, and on top of that, given the story she'd told earlier, it appeared that the woman was fully capable of taking care of herself.

He couldn't help but wonder who it was that she'd actually used a chokehold on before to get him to leave her alone... But he wasn't going to ask. It was her thing, her business, and if she wanted to tell him more than she already had, then she would. He wasn't going to push... Even if he was incredibly curious.

Shifting slightly as he sat on the bed, he winced at the pain in his ribs... Pain that made him wonder how bad it would be if his ribs had actually been broken and not just bruised. Of course, from what the doctor told him, it was pretty much one entire side of his ribs that were bruised, so it wasn't surprising that pretty much any movement hurt at the moment. Truth be told, his ribs were bothering him a lot more than his minor concussion was. His head actually felt okay, something he was relieved about. He wasn't stupid; Seth knew that concussions weren't something to mess with... Not even so-called 'minor' ones. He knew he was lucky to have someone to keep an eye on him for tonight, just in case the minor concussion developed into something more.

Sighing softly, Rollins turned his head toward the door again, not sure how long Eve had been gone - figuring it hadn't been more than a couple of minutes, despite his impatience - the man sitting up a little straighter when he heard what sounded like someone at the door... Seconds later, the door swung open and Eve stepped inside, the ice bucket cradled in one arm as she slid her key card out of the slot, letting the door swing shut behind her... The woman quickly turning and locking the door, using both the deadbolt and the chain before heading into the bathroom, Seth's frown deepening as he watched her. He understood dead-bolting and chaining the door - better safe than sorry - but there was something about the way she was moving that seemed almost... urgent.

"Everything okay?" he asked, shifting slightly as he spoke, the man making his way to the edge of the bed and rising to his feet.

"It's fine," the former diva replied, though her voice didn't make it sound that way, and Seth made his way to the bathroom, where Eve was using a hand-towel to make an ice pack for his ribs. Her movements were jerky, which was odd, because in the little time he'd been around her, he'd already started thinking of Eve's movements as graceful and smooth... Not like this. Not her nearly dropping the ice in the sink with her sharp movements.

Her gaze flicked to his in the mirror, finding his eyes for the briefest of moments before she turned her attention back to the makeshift icepack she was in the process of making for him. She froze when he reached out, putting his and on top of hers to stop her movements.

"Did something happen?" he questioned, the knot in his gut telling him that something was wrong. Something more than just his tag team partners turning against him tonight. Something had happened while Eve was out in the hallway getting ice, something that had spooked her.

The woman shook her head, turning her attention back to the icepack, though she didn't continue working on it, didn't pull her hand away from his. Her hand was cool to the touch because of the ice, her skin soft, and he could swear he felt her shaking slightly, though he wasn't sure why. He was pretty sure that it wasn't because she was afraid of him, though. So far, she hadn't seemed afraid of him at all... If she was, there was no way she would have let him stay with her tonight, injured or not.

"Did someone say something to you?" Seth questioned, wincing a little at the thought. He knew that plenty of people had seen him leave with Eve earlier... Though he'd done his best to avoid eye contact with any of them, a lot of people had still been around while she'd been leading him to her car. They knew that, at the very least, Eve had given him a ride back to the hotel tonight, and he figured there were people that would be assholes to her simply because she'd been kind to him.

Eve froze for a moment, just the space of a couple of heartbeats, but then she shook her head. "No one said a word."

"Then what happened?" he wanted to know, and she sighed, carefully sliding her hand from beneath his, getting back to work on the icepack, trying to fold the towel in such a way that the ice would stay inside without a problem. It looked like she was using the plastic covering from some of the cups as well, putting the ice inside them before using the towel, probably trying to keep the icepack from getting everything wet as the ice melted.

"It was nothing. I just... I overreacted, spooked myself a little. It was stupid."

"Eve..."

"I went to get the ice, and when I turned around... Dean Ambrose was there." She said it in a rush, almost as if she thought if she said it quickly enough, he wouldn't really notice what she said.

Something inside Seth twisted, his hand clenching into a fist. "What did he do?"

"Nothing. He just... Stood there. He didn't say a word. I froze for a moment, and then I just... I left. He could have stopped me easily, but he didn't even try. I'm sure he was just getting his own ice or something... Just waiting for me to move," the former diva said. "They were gone before we left tonight, so it's not like they know that you're with me. They don't know that I'm helping you out. It was nothing but a coincidence, I'm sure... And I just freaked out because of what happened tonight," she said, turning to look at him, holding out the makeshift icepack in her hand. "Here. It's not that great, but hopefully it will help," the woman told him, meeting his eyes for a moment more before she slipped past him, out of the bathroom and back into the main part of the hotel room.

"Thanks," he said softly, holding the pack in his hand, his mind still on what had happened in the hallway... Eve was right, of course... Dean and Roman had been gone when they'd left the arena, so they hadn't seen them then. But Eve had gone to his hotel room with him to gather his things, and Seth knew all too well that Dean and Roman's room had been nearby. Ice machines weren't on every floor, so Dean may have had to come to this floor to get ice... Or he could have seen Eve and Seth earlier and been trying to figure out where they were... Seth didn't know. But if Dean and Roman did know that Eve was helping him out...

"Damn it," he muttered, cringing a little at the thought, the man reminding himself that Eve no longer worked for the WWE, that she was just visiting tonight, that it would all be okay. No one was going to go after her.

And if they tried, he was damn sure going to stop them.