Disclaimer, etc., in part 1.

Part Four

She woke up abruptly, nearly falling off the seat she was on, Eve hissing through her teeth at the stinging pain she felt in her leg and her feet. Unfortunately, the pain was enough to bring back the memories of everything that had happened to her so far that day, and the diva took a deep breath as she forced herself to sit up, closing her eyes for a moment and trying to gather herself enough to keep from crying. When she was sure that she had control of herself, Eve opened her eyes again, the brunette frowning as she looked around. The car was empty at the moment, CM Punk nowhere to be found, but the car was parked beneath the shade of a tree, the windows all open about four inches to let air in. It was warm in the car, but not too bad yet, the breeze that was currently shaking the branches of the tree overhead also sending fresh air through the car. There was a note on the console between the driver's seat and the passenger seat in the front, the paper held down by a CD case, and Eve frowned slightly as she reached forward to get it. The note was short and simple, just telling her that he would be back in a minute and that he'd stopped to get something. The fact that they were stopped in front of a little store that looked like it might sell a bit of everything made Eve wonder a little just what he'd needed to stop for, but a glance down at her bloody thigh and feet told her that it was probably something for her. She did, after all, vaguely remember him saying something about stopping at the first place he found for some first aid stuff. Apparently, this was the first place they'd come across.

Eve jerked at the sound of the door unlocking, then turned her head to find that Punk was approaching, keys in hand. Obviously, he'd just used the button to unlock the car. He came around to the back and opened the door, the man putting two bags of supplies on the floorboard as he knelt down outside the car. His hand come out to carefully brush over her leg, the wrestler making a face as he looked at it.

"I was hoping I'd be back before you woke up," he commented as he looked over her injuries, and Eve shrugged her shoulders.

"I just woke up, actually. I never meant to fall asleep in the first place. How long was I out?"

"Maybe forty-five minutes. Not long," he told her, the wrestler pulling out a bottle of water and what looked to be a washcloth out of one of the bags, shrugging at her look. "Dollar stores have a little bit of everything. Like Wal-Mart. Only sometimes they're even cheaper than Wal-Mart is." He opened the water, used it to wet the cloth. "This is probably going to hurt, but we've got to get these cuts clean. We've let them go long enough already, and you don't want them to get infected."

Eve made a move to reach for the washcloth. "I can do it."

"Probably. But I can see what I'm doing better from here than you can from the way you're sitting. Especially with your feet," the man told her, taking a deep breath before he brought the washcloth up to her thigh. He'd bought the softest washcloth he could find, but given that it was a dollar store, there hadn't exactly been anything of high quality, which meant the material was rougher than he'd have liked it to be, and also meant he was being as careful as possible. He wanted to wash the blood away, not irritate the scrapes enough to cause her to start bleeding again. He could feel Eve tense at the first contact, the diva hissing through her teeth as the cloth touched the abraded skin. "Sorry."

"It's not your fault," the brunette replied, sighing before she let herself lay back down on the seat, staring up at the roof of the car, her lower body turned slightly so that he could more easily get to the scrapes on her thigh. Luckily, it seemed that any bits of gravel were clinging more to the blood and dirt than actually being inside the scrapes, which meant he didn't have to pick anything out of the injuries; he just had to clean them off. Even so, it took a few minutes to get the blood and dirt wiped away, and from what he could tell, the irritation of the cloth against the scrapes had brought blood to the surface again. Once he had her leg clean, he went to her feet, reaching down for one ankle... Eve noting the change in his attention and shifting herself further back on the backseat, getting as much of herself on the seat as possible, then bringing one leg up so that he could get a better look at her foot. As he took inventory of the blood and cuts he saw there, he winced slightly, taking note of a particularly bad-looking cut near her heel, probably from a sharp rock that she hadn't seen or something. Either that, or broken glass that could have been on the side of the road.

"Not very pretty, is it?" Eve asked quietly, and he looked up to see that she'd shifted herself enough that she could watch him as he worked. "The grass was pretty tall in some places. Hard to see where I was putting my feet."

"This shouldn't have happened," Punk told her, knowing he was letting the anger seep into his voice, but unable to help it. Eve heaved out a sigh.

"Yeah, but it did," the brunette said simply, meeting his eyes for a few seconds before averting her gaze, the diva going back to staring at the ceiling of the car. CM Punk watched her for a few seconds, then sighed, returning his attention to her feet. Earlier, Eve had given him the basics of what had happened, and he rather had the feeling that she'd said all she planned to say on the matter... That anything else, any fears or anger or anything she felt, was going to be kept bottled up inside. Maybe she would talk to someone else, a good friend or something, but he wasn't too sure that any of her friends in the company weren't also friends of Jeff Hardy and, well... That would probably make it more difficult to talk to them since Hardy was the one that had done this to her.

Shaking his head slightly, the frown on his face deepening, Punk continued carefully washing the dirt and blood off of her feet, relieved to see that, aside from the bad cut near the heel on her right foot and a cut near the little toe on her left foot, the rest of the injuries seemed more to be scrapes and abrasions. Nothing too serious and, thankfully, nothing that seemed to need stitches. Of course, that didn't change the fact that it would probably hurt like hell for her to walk for awhile.

Taking a deep breath, he sat back as he looked at his handiwork, the cuts now as clean as he could get them with water, the roughness of the washcloth causing some blood to rise to the surface on those scrapes as well... Something he hated, but he couldn't really help it. Just like he couldn't help the fact that what he needed to do next would probably hurt like a bitch. Making a face, he dropped the washcloth in the bag he'd been using for trash earlier - an empty Pepsi can was in there, as was the wrapper from a breakfast sandwich he'd bought at a fast food place that morning. Pushing that bag away, he reached into the bag of purchases from the dollar store, heaving out a sigh as he pulled out what he needed.

"Okay, this is probably going to hurt. It's an antiseptic spray. It's all they had-"

She closed her eyes. "It's okay. I'll be fine," she told him, her voice calm, though he could see her body tense, the woman shifting so he could get to the scrapes on her leg more easily. Her hands curled into fists as he applied to antiseptic, though she didn't make a sound. Once he was satisfied he'd gotten the scrape on her leg covered, he moved to her feet, occasionally glancing at her face as he worked, not liking that he knew his current actions were causing her pain - antiseptic could sting like crazy and she had to have been hurting anyway - but knowing that it needed to be done. The last thing she needed was an infection on top of all of this. Once he was done with the spray, he tossed it aside, then carefully bandaged the worst of the cuts on her feet. The dollar store hadn't had anything that would do a very good job with covering the scrape on her leg - nothing large enough - so it had to be left uncovered, at least for now. The good news was that the injuries were cleaned now.

Heaving out a sigh, Punk got to his feet, eyeing the woman in the car. "I think that's about all we can do for now," he said after a moment, jerking a hand through his hair before speaking again. "We're still a few hours from where the next show is, so if you want to go back to sleep, you've got plenty of time for a nap. I figure you deserve it-"

"I sleep too much now, I won't sleep tonight," Eve said with a sigh, the woman sitting up on the edge of the bench seat of the car. Her ponytail was even messier than before, long strands of hair no longer held in place, giving her a rather rumpled look that he found oddly endearing. As she went to mess with her hair, she realized the state of it, pulling out the hair tie and running her hands through it, taming it a little, but not that much. Looking up, she saw him watching her, the diva quickly averting her gaze, and he was pretty sure that he saw a blush stain her cheeks. "I look like a mess."

Despite the fact that he was the type of guy that had problems censoring his own words, he held back a comment about her being a very pretty mess, figuring that would just embarrass her more. Instead, he shrugged. "You've had a rough day. You don't want to sleep in the backseat, you can come up and sit in the front," he told her, stepping back so that she could exit the car if she wanted to and, after a long pause, she did just that, the diva sliding to the very edge of the seat and starting to force herself to her feet, wincing as she did so. Punk stepped forward again immediately, lifting her in his arms. When she gave him a surprised look, he shrugged as best he could considering the fact that he was currently carrying her. "Can't have you undoing everything I just did," he told her, and Eve nodded slightly, the diva leaning over to reach for the door to the passenger side of the front seat, managing to get it open, and Punk stepped forward to carefully put her inside. As he started to step back and rise up, Eve suddenly reached out, her hand going to the back of his head and stopping his progress.

"You were about to hit your head," she said softly, a quick glance back telling Punk that she was indeed right... Meeting her gaze again making him aware that his face was mere inches from hers and that despite the fact that she'd been asleep earlier and pretty much had no makeup on, it was still one of the prettiest faces he'd ever seen.

And he really did not need to be having these thoughts right now.

Shaking his head slightly, he ducked back out of the car, making sure that all of Eve was inside the car before shutting the door, then shutting up the back of the car as well, the man taking a deep breath as he made his way back around to the driver's side of the car, trying to forget just how good Eve had looked to him just a moment before.