A/N: You guys are killing me, and I mean that in the most complimentary way possible! Thank you HalloweenBarbie, samanthajaydex, StephNexus, charmedbyortonbarrett, MistyKnight, Livin on the EDGE and Kizzyfur for your reviews! It seriously puts me on cloud nine seeing how you guys are so into the mess of Vivienne and Dean, I love it.

As I promised I wanted to update another chapter before the week was over and here is Chapter 9! Also as I said, I'm not going to be keeping up with the time frame. Throughout my entire story The Shield will be intact, CM Punk is WWE Champion, Brad Maddox will be around, and the pairing of AJ Lee and Dolph is as well. Also I was asked if I could change my story to rated M because of the language of possibilities of sexual content, and well, thus you see the change on the rating. Of course I would give out a warning if sexual content would be within the chapter so you guys would know – some like it, some don't.

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Chapter 9: Ain't No Sunshine When You're Gone.

"Vivienne I just don't understand, why, why did you have to leave? What made you just disappear without a single word again? Please, you can't keep on doing this to me; it kills me when you do that kind of shit. I'm here thinkin' something happened to you.. Sis, come on, I know we've had our differences, but even if, you know I give a shit, and I would worry, so why do it..?" Vivienne sighed as she stood in the hallway of her apartment building, staring at her door as she spoke to her brother Seth whom was bewildered in a mixture of emotions, both anger and sadness at the departure of his sister.

Vivienne heard the crack in his voice; she could tell he was upset and it pained some part of her. She felt the knot grow in her already scratchy throat, as she entered her apartment. She didn't turn on the lights, and the only source of illumination was that of moonlight which peered through the living room window. She dropped her bag as she remained standing by the door which she closed behind her.

"Seth, it wasn't doing anything for me, and I wanted to come back to the City. I miss it here, besides, I'm doing you a favour aren't I," Vivienne took a deep breath in, knowing what she was about to say was not only a lie, but of course the reason as to why she's here back in the City. It wasn't for she missed it, it wasn't because it wasn't doing anything for her, and it's because of Dean Ambrose. "I'm away from Dean, shouldn't you be happy?"

Seth didn't say a word, for she did have a point. The farther she was from Dean, the happier he was, at the same time, the farther she is from Dean, the farther away she is from him, and that thought pained him all the more. Once more he found himself slipping away from the grasp he had on his sister. The sister he's missed greatly throughout the years. The sister whom didn't dare show her face to him in a show at FCW or ROH because she'll rather hide out, make him avoid the disappointment. But the biggest disappointment he's had to deal with was himself for not putting an inch of effort to even reach out to Vivienne, whom was always in the shadows reaching for him.

"Vivienne…I…" Seth started. "Don't, I'm going to keep in contact Colby, just with you, and a few others. Not Dean, before you start. I'm going to go now, I have to settle in - apartment is pretty messy." She lied, it was cleaner than it's ever been, especially since the last time she was here, and all she did was sleep on the couch. She tried keeping the house tidy, especially since it seemed to set her mood at ease.

"Alright Viv..Please do so… Don't be in the dark again okay?" And she knew exactly what he meant by that. She didn't utter another word, as she felt herself choke. Vivienne removed her phone from her ear, and stared down at the picture of her brother and her, smiling like pure idiots before she ended the call. Luckily, right when she left the arena she quickly made the phone call to change her number, so it was impossible for those who didn't have her new number to contact her. She's decided to only keep herself in touch with her brother, Roman, and Ziggler. People whom she didn't seem to have a problem with, people she could even see, and find herself not fighting any sort of demons. People she can be at peace with.

Vivienne at realizing what happened, everything washing in. Everything that happened within the blink of a month, the day that Dean Ambrose barged into that locker room, the same day he called her Princess she knew and understood it was her downfall. She wrapped her arms around herself, as she bit her bottom lip, the tears cascading down her cheeks slowly, trying her best to muster the urge of not letting herself scream. But all the frustrations were scratching her insides, making her bleed, and driving her mad. Just like he did. Her teeth managed to withdraw blood as then her body entirely laid on the floor as she began to yell, her hands curled into a fist as she pounded onto the wooden tiled floor.

She felt bitter to the world, to herself, to everyone. Running away wasn't going to solve a thing, she knew it would only keep these memories, these feelings of distraught and acrimony. This has been the first time in such a long time Vivienne found herself pouring out her emotions to herself, to coming to acceptance and terms with how things are. This is the first time that Vivienne didn't lie to herself, and the tears that poured from her eyes, and the sobs that she articulated to the silence in her home were the solitary proof of it all.

"Oh yo, its Vivienne, if I know ya, leave it after the beep, if I don't, fuck off will ya?" Dean clutched a handful of his own hair as he lay on his bunk bed. He's found himself listening to her voice mail, only to hear that sharp-tongued attitude of hers. He was stuck in some sort of delirium, he was glad she was gone, and thus he laughed, but at the same time, so damn mad at himself, and her, for being a coward and leaving without a single word, a single trace really. Dean began to laugh. That's all he could do, laugh, as he then placed his phone down and stared at his battered and bruised knuckles.

Three months have passed, three months without even watching one inch of WWE television for Vivienne knew who would be there as well, hell she even didn't watch Wrestlemania, as much she fought herself that day, three months without seeing or hearing from the demon itself and she hasn't felt more stabilized in such a long time. Or so she wanted to convince herself. Every day she felt forced, as though she had to do this, not because she wanted to, but because it was the only thing and that was to get up at 6 PM until 4 AM to work down at a bar as a tender.

It was great income, seeing as her tips didn't come in lightly, but of course; it's easy to get tips from drunken old men by licking your lips, or giving them a wink or two. She could've gone back to her old job as an attending physician in internal medicine, something she worked hard for to reach in a matter of three years, however her drive towards it, and having the position then in the medical field is what drove her into her downfall regarding alcoholism and anger-issues.

Seth hasn't gone a day without calling Vivienne, for he worried and he knew his sister wasn't okay – however he couldn't find her. All to his knowledge was that she lived in Manhattan, New York. But that could be anywhere in the city, hell, much to his fear maybe even an alleyway. However, two members out of the three from The Shield worried about something else as well, the odd, distant behaviour of Dean Ambrose which has cost most matches throughout the past three months for the stable. His botching and much to their suspicion Percocet's usage has driven him to violent and brash actions along with the inability of being in a bar without coming out in blood or vomit. Barely they even made it to Wrestlemania.

Vince McMahon had sent a personal warning to Dean, and The Shield stating that they are a stable, and they should function as a team, and that they should try to find out the source of Dean's actions. However, much to their attempts Dean didn't utter a word, instead he would act as though he wasn't asked anything and would proceed to talk about something else. Seth and Roman didn't say a word to Vivienne, and Seth told Roman to make sure not to tell Vivienne, much to his dismay.

Vivienne stretched on her couch, as she was tucked in with a quilt; though it was the middle of April, her apartment still felt an awful chill. She found herself watching cartoons on Boomerang and on cue came up Tom and Jerry. Vivienne dug herself into the couch once more, though her eyes wanted to pull away from the screen, she knew she couldn't. It was it; she was entrapped, and found herself only thinking of the nights she spent in the bus watching Tom and Jerry with Dean much to Seth's consternation. She found herself thinking of that night in Seth's home, where for the first time she felt the texture of his brown locks. Vivienne shook her head as she quickly took hold of the remote and switched the television off.

It was Thursday and she glanced towards the watch on her wrist and realized then she was going to be late, late to her last appointment to be done with Anger Management. "Fuck!" She groaned as she pushed herself out of the comforts of her couch and quickly prepared herself to head out.

At the office, panting, Vivienne stared at Dr. Frost, whom simply glared at her for tardiness. Never was she punctual to any of the appointments and so she was already accustomed to the look on Frost whom only signaled her to sit down.

"Awh come on Frost, aren't ya glad I'm out of your damn, miserable fucking life after today? I mean come on, our last session, how about a big ol' smile for Vivienne huh?" Sneered Vivienne as she pressed her hands onto the table and leaned over towards Frost before breaking out in laughter and setting herself back onto her chair. Frost only rolled his eyes, seeing as normal; Vivienne didn't take an inch of him serious.

"You don't understand the complacent feeling that would pierce through me Ms. Lopez once you're out of my office for good." Coldly as always he remarked before pulling out the file on Vivienne whom only halted her laughter and held a smirk to her lips. The three months have done her justice, though the self-loathing remained, and much of her self-dishonesty, Vivienne found herself successful at shrugging off Ambrose from her thoughts, and the only way possible was keeping herself active, either working, hitting the gym and taking her kickboxing lessons, or..

"Enough Vivienne. For these past three months I must admit. I've seen some great improvements with yourself," He paused as he stared down at the file, and back up at Vivienne, whom only kept a grin plastered on her face from the legitimate happiness she feels at knowing this was her last day of therapy with Dr. Frost. That was one thing for certain, distraction didn't mean happiness. Distraction only drove her attention away from her misery to other things. "How is your relationship handling?"

Inwardly she winced; she hated the word relationship, though the doctor himself chose to label it so. But as said, the man was deemed nothing more than a pure distraction that only coiled more disturbance and turbulence within her, with this illusion and misconception of peace. She didn't want to admit it to herself, but doing this to herself, being, no using this man for self-distractive means has only dragged her all the more down. For she knew in the darkest corners of her conscious that her means of peace, ironically enough was with the force of danger known as Dean Ambrose.

"Good, though I barely get to see Nick because of work and all. However, he should be coming through tonight I believe." And that was the man back in her grasp, the man she drowned herself in, in hopes to kill off the memories, the thoughts of Dean Ambrose and it has only proven to be a torturous, self-miserably applied attempt from her behalf. Dolph Ziggler didn't bring her peace, didn't bring her tranquility, and didn't bring her any excitement other than the sex.

"How about with your brother?"

"Colby never fails to go a day without calling me. He worries, annoys me to great extents."

"Do you think it's because of the fear of you becoming an alcoholic again?" Once more, she bit her tongue; the doctor was certainly touching sensitive matters. However she shrugs her shoulders. "I don't know everything I do bite's Colby's ass." But she knew it was exactly because of the substance abuse in her past.

"Have you continued to receive those unknown text messages? And have you reported them to the police as I said? That is a form of harassment and the phone can be tracked you know?"

"I have, they just get worst by passing days. No, not worst, that's like praising the no-life who thinks they could intimidate me by sending me Jigsaw like messages. And no, I didn't report the person. Why should I? It's no big." Frost sighed, the stubbornness of Vivienne being one of her most vital characteristics.

"How about… what's his name? Jon?" Vivienne's eyes widened, the name itself had an effect on her, as she felt her throat disturbed. Her lips parted, but no word came from her mouth as the grin on her face vanished already by the time Dolph was brought up. The corners of her lips twitched as she didn't know what to respond. Frost didn't know anything what happened between her and Dean, it's been something he's tried his best to pry out, but all in vain, for just like now, Vivienne would only freeze in her seat, and didn't utter a word.

"Ms. Lopez, Jonathan Good, I think you called him Dean Ambrose as well in one of our beginning sessions when you decided to cooperate. Like then, do it now. How are things between you and Jonathan?" Now her eyes began to twitch, as the rage that she's attempted to tame within these three months boiled and wanted to erupt. Frost smirked, he wanted the reaction, and she knew it. Control yourself; he's fucking with you…

"Vivienne answer!" This time his voice raised as he slammed the folder onto his desk. Vivienne bit her tongue, harder and harder by passing seconds, withdrawing blood, the taste of iron tantalizing her tongue once more as snapped up from her seat. Her mouth parted once more, only to exasperate the small pants out of her system.

"What the fuck is your deal?!" Finally she exploded, letting out the animal that was chained for so long. "Why the fuck do you care about fucking Dean Ambrose? Jonathan Good? Whatever the hell it is. Huh? Care to explain that to me? He's the reason I'm stuck in this fucking madness ya know? He's the fucking worst of them all, a fucking animal, and a fucking demon who has no regards for other rather than his egotistical fucking self. I don't know why the fuck I bothered with him, allowed myself to get so damn intimately close with someone whom reeked of fucking trouble, of danger. But that was it! It was all ironic the damn thing was I guess, because fucking crap, he made the road bearable. He set this roaring animosity in me at peace. And here I am, fucking Nick when whatever divine entity in this fucking world knows I'll rather be with Ambrose even if he drives me fucking insane? That insanity, that madness, vivaciousness that made me feel so damn alive, true, visceral, me? Is it sick of me Frost? So what the fuck do you want me to say about Jon huh Frost? I got nothing, I haven't seen or heard from the fucking guy because the only reason I'm even back in New York is to get away from him!"

Vivienne raged, she found herself at finishing her words heavily breathing for she didn't pause, not a single second as she placed her hands on the edge of the table, glaring down at Frost whom was stoic but at the same time dug himself into his seat, not expecting the reaction. His glasses, slightly off his face, he would then adjust as he would clear his throat – regaining his composure. Vivienne whom tightly clenched her fists sighed, as she plopped herself on the seat behind her.

"How do you feel, after all that Ms. Lopez..?"

"I feel… I feel… Alleviated…" She admitted, surprised at herself, or for that matter the tactic used by Frost that managed to get her to snap, to react. Frost only closed his folder as he neatly folded his hands across his chest and pointed towards the clock.

"Congratulations, it is done with. I'll be sure to send your paper work to the Judge's office," Frost stood up from his chair and Vivienne stared at him with disbelief, not actually believing all was done. Frost has done nothing but irritate Vivienne throughout these three months for coming to see him was one of those things she was obliged to do, not because she wanted to do so. He extended his hand towards her direction and Vivienne stood up as well, staring into those frozen eyes of his and back down to his hand, where she took it into her own, cold, smooth, and firmly shook it while locking her oculars with his.

"It was a pleasure having such an interesting client like you Ms. Lopez, though to be quiet frank, you were stubborn, hard-headed, and all those other descriptive words." Vivienne chuckled, it was all accurate.

"You weren't so bad yourself Doc," Sarcasm of course, Vivienne removed her hand away and grabbed her coat from the hanger and before she could step out Frost called out for her. Vivienne only kept her hand on the knob, didn't turn around to face Frost whom bore his eyes into the back of her head.

"It's none of my business, or much of my concern, or little of my care… You run from what is important for you… and submerge yourself with what only hurts you all the more, Ms. Lopez. But with Jon… If he gives you this feeling of comfort with yourself… Why let something like that go? If he's what you say he is, and you feel like this. I could only wonder how he's feeling right now."

Vivienne didn't say a word; she just stepped out of the office.

I could only wonder how he's feeling right now…

And the doctor didn't lie.

Vivienne blankly stared at the ceiling of her apartment; the words that Frost told her only remained stuck in her mind. Her fingertips curled the blond locks of Dolph, whom rested his head on her chest, and his body was between her legs as he slept. Vivienne didn't dare look down at his resting figure; she never did, especially after their little moment. She felt disgusted at herself every single time, but it proved to be a distraction. Set her body in physical ecstasy, though his touch was cold. She never found pleasure any time he touched her flesh, or feeling him inside of her. All she can do was pretend, like she has been for the past three months.

I could only wonder how he's feeling right now…

Vivienne sucked her teeth, at not only the voice of Frost crossing her mind once more, but also feeling her phone vibrate in the bottom of her pillow. Reaching for it with a free hand, she grabbed it and put it to her face, releasing the strand she held of Dolph. She squinted, for the brightness of her screen bothered her eyes. She slightly winced from its light as she managed to make the words out.

Vivienne, please, let me know you're awake! It's three in the morning; I know you're not sleeping!

Joe, hello to you too. Can't believe you're awake, end of the world coming and I don't know it?

I'm sorry, it's just something of pure urgency. Call me if you can!

Vivienne felt her stomach drop at the words, the only thing that crossed her mind that something happened to Seth. Slowly, she pulled away from the hold Dolph had on her. She wrapped the sheets around her nude frame before she walked towards the kitchen.

"Joe what's going on? Did something happen to Colby?!" Vivienne alarmed and worried as she leaned against the counter. She stared down at her red colored toes, slightly wiggling for she felt the cool breeze creep through the small crack of the window touch her visible, bare skin.

"No, he's fine. It's…" Roman found himself stuck, knowing that he shouldn't be doing this, but he had no choice. He knew if he didn't say a word his friend would not only end up dead one day from the way he's been living, but losing his career as a WWE Superstar, something he knows damn well he worked his ass off to obtain. Vivienne inwardly sighed in relief, realizing its not Seth, however, curiosity grasped her all the more, wishing to know who could it possibly be that Roman was so alarmed about.

"Who is it..?" Her voice barely audible now.

"Vivienne, it's Jon-" Vivienne didn't even allow Roman to finish.

"I could care less about Ambrose Joe, and you know that because if I gave a shit about what was going on with him I would be texting his ass wouldn't I?"

"No, Vivienne you don't understand. Stop being so damn hard-headed and put whatever the hell happened for you to even leave behind you and listen!" Vivienne gulped, never did she hear Roman yell, he's normally the wise-owl one would say, quietly, attentive. The one with a more relaxed vibe in comparison to the other members of The Shield or even Vivienne herself.

"Jon… he's in the hospital… Apparently he almost could've died from an overdose, he's been using Percocets.. He was in critical conditions, but thankfully me and Rollin's managed to catch him right on time. Vivienne, I don't know if you-"

"Where are you guys..?" Her voice cracked, barely a sound was made as she found herself stumbled over by the news she just received. Vivienne clutched the sheets against her body tighter, as she shook her head, refusing to let herself crack down once more, however the news, the shocker managed to put so much weight onto her shoulders.

"St. Elizabeth Edgewood Hospital, in Cincinnati. They transferred him over here, and is in attentive care." Vivienne didn't even say goodbye to Roman, as she hung up the phone and went back towards her bed room where she stared down at Dolph whom rested in his boxer briefs. Her heart still racing, and her mind all over, her vision slowly blurred as she budged the body of Dolph, whom stretched out on her bed, and looked up to see Vivienne whom glared at him.

"I need you to leave Dolph." Dolph, perplexed by what he was just told wiped his eyes, making sure he was seeing, or even hearing things right. His own girlfriend, kicking him out of her apartment.

"Vivienne, what's the matter?"

"I have an emergency I need to attend to." Dolph got up from the bed and placed his hands on her shoulder, staring down into her eyes, with some concern, but mostly curiosity as to what is going on with Vivienne.

"I am here for ya babe, what's the deal?"

"It's none of your fucking concern Nick. Now grab your shit, and leave." Dolph was surprised, startled, and taken back what he was being told as Vivienne shrugged her shoulders, removing herself from her grasp as she started began to dress up. Dolph on the other hand knew not to continue asking questions towards Vivienne, it wouldn't result in any good. He quietly dressed up, and gathered his belongings. With a bag in his hand he stared at Vivienne whom was packing her own.

"Vivienne… I don't know what the hell your deal is, I can help you out you know. It's why I'm here for you."

No, you're only here for my sick pleasures. No, you're only asking questions because you're curious more than giving a shit. You're here to fuck me, have time to boast about it. Vivienne bitterly thought, wanting to spit these exact words at Dolph but knew it would only cause drama she isn't willing to handle at the moment. Vivienne only shook her head, letting Dolph know she wasn't interested in his supposed help.

Dolph stepped out, and there and then Vivienne sighed, as she grabbed her bag, and phone, before receiving one more text.

Look what you did Vivienne? How can you do that to poor Jon? Whatever did he do wrong..? Did ya know I was the one who found him laying down unconscious, but I did nothing? I was hoping something would happen ya know, ain't it a shame that Rollins and Roman found him. I know if he was dead, it would be the biggest weight in that filthy conscious of yours. Have a nice day! :D

"This is bullshit, on top of more bullshit.." Vivienne uttered, not believing the words she just read on her phone screen.

"Joe! Colby?!" Vivienne busted through the doors of St. Elizabeth hospital as the rush she felt in her heart ever since New York City still remained, she felt as though she was going to lose conscious any second from the lack of air that circulated her lungs. She felt as though she was going to have one of her attacks, however she tried her hardest not to. She ran down the hallways, ignoring the looks and pleas of the nurses whom only called out after her.

"Vivienne! Over here!" She heard the all familiar voice of Roman, whom she rushed to. Roman quickly hugged Vivienne, however Seth didn't even know how to react at seeing his sister whom he hasn't seen in three months here in the hospital. Vivienne turned around and stared at Seth whom for a second stared at her, and looked at Roman with a glare.

"Did you tell her?" Vivienne's mouth slightly drop at hearing the nonsense she just heard escape from her brother's mouth.

"Wait… what?"

"I'm sorry but she has every damn right to know just like us! She was bound to find out one day if not from us, from someone else! You can't keep trying to hide everything about Dean to Vivienne! It's not right!" Roman argued, and Vivienne's mouth only dropped all the more at hearing this. She stared at her brother with disbelief, not being able to grasp the things she was hearing.

"Wait… You mean to tell me this has been going on for a while now?!" Vivienne screeched, causing the nurses to only hush her down. Vivienne placed her hands over her mouth as she stood next to Roman whom only placed his arms over her shoulder, slightly rubbing them as well to calm her down. Her breathing heavy now, as the disappointment with her brother grew all the more, and she felt herself withdrawn from him, shrouding herself once more from Seth, but this time out of disdain. Her brother treated her like an enemy, like a back-stabbing friend, not like an honest good-hearted brother that he always was in her eyes.

Vivienne only shook her head, prying her visage away from Seth and looked up at Roman. "How is he..?" Her mouth still covered, thus causing her words to be muffled.

"He's in there right now.. You can go see him if you want." Roman pointed towards Room 42069. Vivienne nodded her head as she removed her hand from her face and walked towards the door. Seth however took hold of Vivienne's wrist as he tried pulling her back, but Vivienne only snapped herself out of his gripped and turned her head to scowl at Seth whom stepped back.

"Vivienne I can-" Vivienne didn't let him finish his words as she entered the room, making sure to close the door behind her. Before Seth could even approach the door, of course not wanting his sister even then wanting to be in a room alone with Ambrose, Roman stood before the door, with his arms folded against that bulky chest of his, and only glowered Seth, whom bitterly sighed at the situation he was finding himself in.

Vivienne felt her knees weaken at the sight before her. Dean Ambrose, pale, sickly, with an oxygen mask strapped onto his face and an IV in his arm. She slowly approached the bed where he rested, as she felt herself fidget with every step she took approaching the bed. She shook her head. Look at what you did Vivienne… No, this isn't my fault.. It's not at all! She refused to believe the nonsense she read on her cell phone. Vivienne took note of the sprawled out brown colored tresses of Dean. Her hand, shaking, would push back his hair which was slightly moist from the sweat on his forehead. His breathing quiet, eased, and inwardly she was thankful she didn't catch him in critical conditions. But this, this felt critical, this hurt her all the more.

"Jon…what the fuck…?" Was all she managed to mutter, tucking some strands behind his ears, with the sleeve of her wool coat dabbed it lightly on his forehead, drying the sweat. She felt her eyes water, she noticed the lack of color on his skin, the red bags underneath his closed eyes. It was painful, this is it. After three months she finds Dean Ambrose like this, almost for dead. This was nothing she could be glad happened to him, even if she begged the worst for him.

But she didn't want this, nothing like this. Not like finding him in a hospital bed.

"I come back to see you in a fucking hospital bed…? What the fuck were you thinking…? Pain killers and alcohol…? It's suicide…" She stammered with her words, as then she bit her bottom lip, with the back sleeve of her jacket, she raised her arm and wiped the tears that struggled to escape her eyes, however she could only let her arms drop to her side as she couldn't resist nor stop the tears any longer.

"You're such a fucking idiot!" She closed her eyes, trying to control her emotions but all was avail as she opened them once more, only to gasp out for air. For those eyes, those eyes that spelled treachery, though dull at listless at the moment, stared directly at her. She couldn't tell a damn thing he was feeling, and here she was, readable.

Dean, though was much in slumber managed to hear every single word she said. No, he heard her voice, and couldn't believe if it was all some sort of sick twisted nightmare. He couldn't believe what life itself took from him would come back. He wanted to see, he wanted to witness it himself, and at opening his eyes, though at first he felt blinded from the bright lights, and his head buzz from the beeping of the heart monitor. But slowly, he managed to make out the figure that almost blended right in with the light, just how she belonged, and couldn't believe it. He was stuck in pure nihilism, refusing to believe this was her in the flesh, but it was. He felt droplets fall onto his cheeks – he could barely feel anything, but he managed to feel that.

"Sol…"

"Jon…"

"You're here…" His voice was cacophonous, harsh sounding, scratchy if anything. Vivienne only nodding her head, the tears didn't stop pouring, and she hated it, but what else can she do? This is what he did to her. Vivienne looked away, not standing any second of staring at Dean like this, however, Dean only reached out towards her hand, where he took hold of it and with the little bit of strength he pulled down Vivienne whom only froze at the actions, she was surprised at his strength, even if he winced. She knew he forced himself to do it.

Dean kept his grip onto her hand, as now Vivienne's bloodshot forest pairings stared directly at his face. He can feel the warmth breath that emanated from the little parting of her lips. He couldn't feel anything else around him, except her. Dean Ambrose felt alive.

"Stay here?" Vivienne only nodded her head, as she reached for the chair that was behind her, but by side his bed and pulled it more, as she gave his hand a light squeeze. She couldn't help it, its like he said, he's the stray dog, and she's the one who took him in. And here she is once more, coming back, to find her stray dog that she left behind.

Dean was found once more. Just like the bar, and he felt like an idiot, for god knows he didn't want her to ever see him like this, the thought bothered him. But here she is, the tears stopped flowing, and she held his hand. Vivienne only placed her head on his chest, lightly, as then Dean slightly moved his arm and placed it over her shoulder, holding her close to his chest.

The beat of his heart was barely there, but she felt it, little by little lighten up. Maybe it was his, or her own.

But the warmth in her body surged once more, and she was feeling alive. The two of them only closed her eyes. Vivienne drained from the flight and obviously from not sleeping – she couldn't sleep. But here she is, finding slumber, with Dean Ambrose. There was that ironic sense of peace, existing once more, even if it was in a hospital, even if it was for tonight once more. The ironic sense of peace the two of them felt.

This is it, Vivienne thought as she slightly nuzzled her head into the chest of Dean whom already submitted himself once more to the unconscious. No… I don't even know what this is..? What the hell am I doing..? Fuck, why am I complaining, this man… he does something to me… The anger she felt in three months seeped from her, she couldn't hold a grudge on Dean, hell, she had no right to be angry, she knew exactly then what she was putting herself into, and it was exactly that, a game with Dean.

It's a game, one many would deem a losing game, but here they are, finding themselves playing it again, right from the start once more.

Round one.