Ravyn sits in the medic room at the arena surrounded by the WWE doctor and his staff. He keeps touching different parts of her arm and neck. She winces every once in a while and he logs her reaction. JJ and Tyler Breeze pop their heads into the doorway to see if they can find out what's going on.

"What happened friend?!" JJ asks worriedly.

Ravyn looks at her painfully, "Took that suplex and heard a pop. Something hurts. Bad."

"We're going to send you to the hospital first thing tomorrow. I'll set you up with a specialist to get some images of your neck and shoulder. Until then I can give you something for the pain, but not much else until we know what we're dealing with," the head doctor explains. "And you'll need to take it easy. No driving tonight. We'll work on finding you a ride back to the hotel."

"I can take her back," Tyler offers. "We rode in together anyways."

The doctor nods, "Perfect. I'll get all the paperwork together for tomorrow. And I'll talk to you after I see your images."

"Thanks," Ravyn sighs standing up gingerly. "Let me just get my bag and we can go. I'm exhausted."

"Uh, no," JJ sasses her. "Tyler will get your bag. And I will help you to the car. Becky is on last so I'll be here for a while longer."

Ravyn shrugs her good shoulder and follows JJ out to the underground parking garage. Tyler emerges from the building a few minutes later with both of their bags. He loads the trunk of the car and holds the passenger door open while Ravyn gets in. They say goodbye to JJ before he gets into the drivers seat. He watches Ravyn struggle with her seatbelt before reaching over and clicking it shut for her. She shoots him a pathetic thank you as he starts to drive off. They enjoy the quiet on the short drive back to the hotel. When they get to the hotel Ravyn leads Tyler up to her room.

"Thanks for doing all this," she says. "You didn't have to."

"Eh, I know," he confesses. "But what are friends for?" He sets her bag down next to the dresser and starts back towards the door. He looks over his shoulder with the cocky Prince Pretty smirk and a wink. "Besides, how else would I get you all alone in your room."

"Oh my god, you're awful," she laughs. "Get out."

Tyler grins at her as he walks to the door. She assures him that if she needs anything she will call. As she hears the click of her hotel room door closing the desire to take a hot shower overcomes her. Her sore muscles are screaming for the steamy water. She pulls some shorts and a tank top out of her bag and starts the water. As she starts to get undressed she realizes that she has a bit of a dilemma. She can't unhook her bra with just the one hand. Frustrated, she turns the water off. After fumbling with it and failing a few times she shoots JJ a text to see if she's back from the arena yet. Unfortunately, her friend responds that she's still there. Ravyn weighs her options and finally texts Tyler, asking him to return to her room. She wraps herself up in a towel and waits for the knock at her door. She opens the door sheepishly and lets him inside.

"Everything ok?" He asks with a hint of worry in his voice.

"More embarrassing than life threatening actually," she explains sadly. "I can't get my bra off and I really want to shower."

An amused look creeps across Tyler's face, "So what you're saying is you called me here because you want me to undress you."

She glares daggers at him. "Yes Tyler, please rip my clothes off," the sarcasm drips off of her tongue.

"Damn girl," he snickers. "All you had to do was ask."

She rolls her eyes at him. "You are so terrible," She finally laughs. "Just help me you jerk."

Tyler manages to refrain from making any more innuendos as he helps her unsnap her bra. He closes the bathroom door leaving her to try and enjoy the steaming hot shower. When she's finished getting cleaned up he helps her get dressed again with minimal sass. As he starts to get ready to leave Ravyn asks him to stay. She motions to the second bed and tells him she could just really use some company. They fall asleep shortly after starting a movie.

The next morning Ravyn awakes to her phone buzzing with a text message. It's the head WWE doctor giving her a time and place to get her shoulder looked at. As she starts to wake up she hears the shower running. She momentarily freaks out until she remembers in her groggy and half awake state that Tyler had stayed over. She drags herself from the bed and fishes through her bag for some clean pants.

"How are you feeling?" He asks opening the bathroom door to let the steam out.

"Sore," she admits. "Doc just texted me all of my appointment stuff."

Tyler nods, "Do you need someone to take you? I'm off today if you need a ride."

"You sure you don't mind?" Ravyn double checks.

"Yeah, it's no problem," he smiles as he towels his hair. "Besides JJ is booked on tonight's show. So she has to be at the arena early," he informs her. "And you aren't allowed to drive yourself."

She finally concedes when she realizes that he's completely right. He takes a few minutes to blow dry his hair while she packs her suitcase. He watches her in the mirror as she rips a brush through her hair and smudges some black liner around her eyes. When she's satisfied with her appearance she turns to face Tyler.

"Ready?" He smirks.

"Yes dear," she sasses him as she steps into the hallway through the door he holds open.

He smiles and nods a greeting to AJ Styles, who is walking down the hallway to his room. The smile that adorns AJ's face quickly turns to a look of disgust as he realizes the two of them are coming from the same room. He shakes his head and quickly disappears through his doorway. Tyler looks at Ravyn quizzically, when he realizes that she hadn't seen AJ's reaction he just shrugs to himself.

Six days later Ravyn sits with Tyler, JJ and Fandango at a late night restaurant after Smackdown Live. A bulky immobilizing brace holds her left shoulder in one place as she sips from her glass of water.

"I can't believe you're going to be out for six months," JJ sighs. "We only just got here."

"Well technically she just can't wrestle for six months," Fandango points out.

"Dango has a point," Tyler agrees. "If we can find a way to keep you relevant without taking bumps then you can keep traveling with us."

Ravyn pats the brace gently, "I mean, I only had surgery 3 days ago. But, if we can figure something out I can probably be back on TV by Survivor Series next month.

"Oh, we'll come up with something," JJ promises her best friend.