I don't own Roman or The Rock. I only wish I had Vince McMahon's ear if only for a brief minute...
As much as Roman wanted to stay and comfort MiraBeth indefinitely, that wasn't an option. He was needed on the road. MiraBeth had to attend required counseling sessions to learn to cope with the things that she had seen at the accident scene. Roman took her to the first session, even sitting in the room for the last 10 minutes at her request. He let her counselor know that he would be an active participant in her life and that she wasn't alone but she wasn't cleared for duty or for travel. As the first person on the scene and the amount of time that she was there alone made her a special case, someone that was going to be monitored carefully. Roman wondered what he didn't know about the hell MiraBeth had endured. Would she ever be okay? Will I be enough to get her through this whole and healthy? It was with a heavy heart and a guilty conscience that Roman boarded the plane to return to the WWE.
MiraBeth tuned into the WWE broadcast, as thrilled as she could be to watch her man show his skill in the ring. Last year he was so close…this year was his year. She watched as he entered The Rumble. She cheered as he began eliminating other contestants. She froze when she saw him get knocked in the nose and begin bleeding. As she fought back the memories and curled up on the sofa, MiraBeth whispered her cheers for her boyfriend. I can beat this. I need to keep supporting him. The memories aren't going to take me away. She continued to talk to herself as she tried to remain calm, watching the blood smear across his cheek as he eliminated another contestant. Roman battled the odds and won the 30 Man Battle Royal, drawing boo's and jeers from the crowd. MiraBeth sat up and stared at the television in shock. How can they react like that? The same people that screamed that he should have won last year are angry that he won this year? Why? How? I don't understand? He looks confused. Lost. His cousin looks angry. This doesn't make sense. Don't these people understand that this is scripted? Creative predetermined the outcome? Seriously.
Pacing the room, MiraBeth wondered what she should do. When Roman knew I needed him, he dropped everything and came to me. Grow a set, MiraBeth. Woman up. Picking up the phone, she started to call Roman but she hung up three separate times. Put your big girl panties on! Act like you are a woman who can actually fill her own bra cup! Sheesh, woman! Before she could talk herself out of it, she snatched her computer and booked the next flight and called Sam for a ride to the airport.
MiraBeth was the last person to get off the plane. She pried her fingers off of the armrests and reached for her carry-on bags realizing that the last of the other passengers were filing out of door. Now or never. Bite the bullet. He's either going to be happy to see me or furious that I didn't talk to him. Fastening her coat tightly, she headed finally deplaned. Walking though the terminal with her eyes cast down, she failed to notice the large man standing off to the side until he matched her step. "Any particular reason you didn't let my cousin know you were coming?" he asked softly. She stutter-stepped before he gently put his arm around her waist and relieved her of her bags. "Roman can't leave the hotel. The proverbial shit hit the fan with the…" he trailed off with an aggravated snort and growl. "He doesn't deserve…"
"That's why I am here." Her voice came out in a cracked whisper. "If he can support me through my…stuff, I can be here for him. No matter what." MiraBeth felt a strong squeeze around her waist.
"You will be good for him. Don't let him wallow. He deserves the push, the success." The Rock opened the door of a waiting car for MiraBeth and stowed her bags in the trunk. "Realize that he is still very worried about you, too. Are you okay?" She nodded. As the car drove through the airport lot he patted her knee. "You went through hell. I'm sure you have professionals to talk to but you need to talk to someone who is there just for you. Let him in. He won't give you advice, he'll just listen. He knows you are strong. Whatever you say to him won't change his opinion of you."
MiraBeth grabbed his hand. "Once the words are spoken, the images are there. They can't be erased. I don't want him to have to live with them."
The Rock touched her chin. "Roman can shoulder whatever you need him to and will do so gladly. You have to live with these images so he will want to share them. He can't see them firsthand, the way you did, but he can hear from you. He can be with you when you need him, when you relive that time." He squeezed her hand. "The time will come when he will be injured and a pain in your rump. You will repay the support and he will be describing to you what he felt, what he saw, what the move was supposed to be and what really happened. When he is sleeping and relives the match you will know exactly what part he is in because you will have heard it so many times. That is what he wants to hear from you now. When you are in your nightmare, he wants to know exactly where you are and what you are reliving. That way he can talk you out of it." Tears began to well in MiraBeth's eyes. "I know this because I used to have this type of relationship and I hope to have it again someday." he whispered. The car was approaching the hotel. "The two of you don't have to do this alone. Vince thinks a lot of you. You have the support of Roman's family; the Uso's and me, we are available anytime."
"Thank you." MiraBeth whispered.
"Help Roman see that he is better than that crowd reaction and we're golden."