AJ opened the door to a large room with various chairs and the style of bed you'd find in a doctor's office. A few paramedics and two doctors were roaming around, being kept busy with various people. Sheamus was lying down on a bed, his feet, still in their tall black wrestling boots, dangled off the bed. A doctor was hunched over him, near his face, with a handful of bloody gauze. Lisa went over to him, and AJ left. He had his eyes squeezed shut, and a grimace of pain on his face. The doctor was dabbing blood from his head and face, exposing the nasty cut to the side of his head. Lisa grabbed one of his hands, which was clenched in a tight fist at his side. He opened one eye, saw her, and his grimace softened immediately. "Holy shit, are you okay?" she exclaimed.
"Yeh love, I'm good as gold. Was it a good match?"
"It was amazing! You kicked so much ass out there! You're so intense when you fight." She bit her lip and looked at him, she was all still flushed and excited from the heat of the match. He grinned at her happily, and then flinched hard when the doctor applied a topical skin-numbing agent to his head.
"That'll take ten minutes, and I'll be back to stitch you up. Don't move," the doctor said, and went off to check on something else.
"Yer all red and breathin' heavy, love, are yeh ok?"
"Yes! I am," Lisa said. "Watching you out there kind of did things to me," she said, as she looked down at her feet. Sheamus reached up and touched under her chin to raise her head.
"Yer somethin' else, yeh know that? I can't say any more right now, 'cuz I'm in me trunks, and it might get embarrassin', yeh know what I mean?" Lisa smirked and nodded. The doctor returned and dabbed a little bit more fresh blood off of Sheamus' head. He broke open a sterile packet of pre-threaded needles.
The doctor gave Lisa a look. "Are you gonna pass out when I do this? If you are, you'd better leave now."
"Oh! I'm good. I've seen worse, I promise," Lisa replied. The doctor gave a shrug, and leaned over. Lisa reached over and held one of Sheamus' hands. He smiled at the contact and squeezed her hand, completely enveloped by his massive one. The doctor stitched his head up carefully, using clear thread that would dissolve itself in a week or so. He made small, neat, individual stitches. Lisa watched, fascinated. She once wanted to be a doctor, and this was really neat to see. The doctor finished up, wiped the stitches over with antiseptic, and covered the wound with a dry gauze.
"You know the drill, Shea, keep that on until tonight, don't soak it in water, come back in a week unless it gets infected or anything."
"Got it, doc, thanks fer yer trouble!" The doctor nodded and went to his other patients. Sheamus sat up slowly, touched his head, and winced. "So normally I shower here, but if it's ok with yeh, I'm gonna skip it and do it at home, this hurts." Lisa nodded her assent and held his hand as he went back to the locker room. She let go of his hand at the door, and he said, "Oh no, love, yeh can come in here now, unless the sight of some bare arses will offend yeh?"
"Are you sure?" she asked. "I don't want to make it awkward for anyone."
"Not a bit, lass, c'mon in." She went into the locker room with Sheamus. It was much bigger than she had expected, and there were guys and girls hanging out all over the place. John Cena and Nikki Bella were having an intense conversation in one corner, and The Miz suddenly streaked across the room, completely naked, being chased by Hornswoggle, who was trying to whip him with a towel. Sheamus led Lisa over to one corner, where his gym bag sat next to a locker. He unlaced his wrestling boots and slid them off. He grabbed a pair of jogging pants, slid them on, and threw on a zip-up hoodie. He threw his wrestling boots into the bag, and waved goodbye to the crowded, raucous room. Everyone shouted their goodbyes to both Lisa and Sheamus. Once they got outside the arena, Sheamus handed Lisa his keys. "Can yeh drive? I'm not feelin' so great right now, and I jest don't want to drive."
"Of course," Lisa smiled. "You trust me in the new truck?"
"What's mine is yers, love, remember?" he replied with a smile. She smiled back and they walked to the Pathfinder. Lisa made sure Sheamus was in safely, and she hopped into the driver's seat, pulling the seat all the way to the front so she could reach the pedals.
"We can just have a nice quiet night tonight. Some movies, some cuddling, some popcorn?"
"That sounds great, love," replied Sheamus with a smile. She got them back to his house safe and sound, and they went inside.