Chapter 34

After grabbing a bottle of Vodka from the nearby liquor store, with plastic shot glasses, Lilianna headed back to the hotel. She dipped into a hot bubble bath and pressed a warm compress to her bruised throat, letting a few tears flow down her cheeks. Jecina texting and telling her not to come to the hospital didn't bother her because, honestly, Lilianna wanted to be alone after what happened with Roman. Having him put his hands on her had scared her legitimately, even though she hadn't shown it. His Samoan temper was dangerous and she'd seen it firsthand when Randy tried raping her in her own dressing room. She shuddered at the memory, remembering how pissed off Roman was and she saw that same fury in his dark eyes tonight when his forearm slammed against her throat.

"Fucking asshole." She muttered, wishing Roman would wake up and realize why she wasn't marrying him or with him.

He honestly believed he was the victim in all of this, that he did absolutely nothing wrong! Lilianna could tell in his tone of voice whenever the topic came up, especially his precious relationship-destroying mother. One day, he would come to the realization of what happened, but then again, maybe not. Roman was extremely stubborn and family-orientated, one of the main reasons Lilianna had given him a chance in the first place. One of the main reasons she had fallen in love with him as quickly as she had. If only he'd admit to his faults in this and make his mother back off, maybe they could find their way back to each other, but not until then.

Not until Roman got his head out of his backside.

A knock on her hotel room door, just as Lilianna stepped out of the bathroom, startled her. Who the hell was here so late? She had a white cotton robe on the hotel provided and walked over to answer the door, frowning at the sight of AJ Styles on the other side. Her hand was clutching the robe tightly closed at her neck, not wanting him to see what Roman had done to her.

It was like a bullseye target staring AJ in the face and his curiosity burned, wanting to know what happened to her. Not my business, he reminded himself thoughtfully, and shoved his hand in the front pocket of his jeans. "Hey."

"You're not here to make small talk, Styles. So what the hell do you want?" Lilianna demanded, trying to inject some kind of malice into her voice, but the words came out softly and quietly.

Telling her he'd come to check on her probably wouldn't bode well in his favor, so AJ reached for a little white lie. Actually, it was partially the truth, but still not the main reason he'd come to see her. "Have you heard from Jecina about Jon's condition yet?" AJ wasn't heartless enough to completely forget what happened to his friend that kicked off the show.

"No. Jecina told me not to come to the hospital because they were moving him to his own room, but she didn't elaborate on what's going on with him." Lilianna slid fingers through her blue hair, sounding exhausted and she was ready for bed, failing to stifle a yawn. "Anything else?"

Yes, yes there was, but AJ knew she would simply tell him to go fuck himself and to mind his own business. "I don't know what happened to you tonight, Lilianna…" He began, reaching out to brush a strand of wet blue hair off her cheek with his knuckle. "And I'm not gonna ask."

"I wouldn't tell you anyway."

He expected that, a small smile forming on his lips. "BUT I'm here for you if you wanna talk about it."

Lilianna could feel a surge of anger pulsate through her and recoiled from his touch, his gesture. "Thanks, but I got it handled and don't need to confide in another wrestler. Now if you'll excuse me, I was enjoying a quiet night alone before you disrupted it." Before AJ could utter another word, she slammed the door in his face and stormed back into the bathroom to grab her bottle of Vodka.

Another shot was in order.

When he woke up 6 hours later, Jon was on immediate high alert and looked around the room, frowning at the sterile smell filling his nostrils. Hospital. He was in a hospital! What the hell? He reached up to pull the tubes out of his nose, which felt a lot better since they were extremely uncomfortable. Jon heard the light beeping and turned his head to look up, seeing the machines he was attached to. Finally, his electric hazy blues landed on the person sleeping in the chair beside him and they softened instantly.

Jecina.

His precious Jina was here with him, by his side, like always. Her hand was on his while her head rested on the part of the bed by his thigh that wasn't covered. Reaching out with his free hand, Jon stroked the top of her head and watched it instantly snap up, her bloodshot forest green eyes wide in surprise. Jecina thought it was the nurse coming in to check Jon's vitals again since they'd done it every 2 hours.

"Jon?" She was fully awake now and scrambled up from her chair, immediately planting her mouth on his in a searing kiss. "I'm so glad you're awake."

"I always did love your bedside manner, precious." Jon cracked a grin, stroking her face with the back of his hand and felt her nose rub against his. "What's the verdict?"

The smile instantly vanished from her face. "Nothing is broken and the doctor was shocked by that because of…what happened." She could already see the ice storm brewing in Jon's eyes and swallowed hard. "You're off the road until Extreme Rules. You still have a concussion, grade A, and the doctor is demanding you take a couple weeks off to recover. Your back…I still haven't seen it, but they told me it's really swollen, cut up and bruised heavily. You're lucky there was no internal bleeding or broken bones or torn ligaments."

"Not gonna happen." Jon already had plans for his twin, gritting his teeth at the thought and held his hand up when Jecina went to protest. "Trust me, Jina, I won't get physically involved in the ring, but that doesn't mean I'm not showing up next week to send a fucking message to that piece of shit."

"Jon…"

"He's gonna regret not finishing the fucking job."

Jecina knew it was pointless to talk to him right now, not when he was irate about what Dean did to him. She didn't blame him, who could? It still didn't make her any less concerned for his wellbeing because of the concussion.

"Fuck, no wonder my back hurts." Jon grunted, scrubbing a hand down his face and really wanted to check it out to see what kind of damage Dean did. "Help me up."

"I don't think that's a good idea…"

"Jina, I wanna see my back." Patience laced Jon's voice along with a tad annoyance, though he tried biting it back for her sake because it wasn't directed at her. "I also gotta piss and something tells me they didn't put a catheter in."

Sighing, Jecina nodded reluctantly and helped him up, being careful and going as slow as he needed, which…wasn't much. Jon was like an energizer bunny and never knew when to slow down until his batteries went out completely or had to be recharged. Just as Jon stood up from the bed, the door opened and Doctor Hamstein, along with a nurse, came waltzing in.

"Oh good! You're up!"

"Doc, I gotta piss, so you're gonna have to wait or just come back." Jon wasn't stopping since his bladder was screaming at him for relief.

Doctor Hamstein chuckled, nodding in understanding. "I'll go check on a few patients and make my rounds back here to check you over. Then, we can hopefully get you outta here as long as your vitals look good."

"Great. Grand. Fucking wonderful."

Jecina flashed an apologetic smile at the doctor and nurse before following Jon into the bathroom, letting out a soft gasp at the sight of his back. The hospital gown they had put on him wasn't tied and they had to cut him out of his wrestling gear in order to help him upon arrival. Jon's back was COVERED in black, blue and purple bruises, the welts from the chair shots clear as day. Along with the bruising were red cuts, some of them slowly closing, so there was dried blood on his skin on top of the bruising. Swallowing hard, Jecina tried and failed to suppress her tears, not believing the type of damage Dean inflicted on his own flesh and blood, his twin brother. It was because of her and she knew it, especially after the last time they spoke. She had said some pretty horrible things to Dean and it more than likely fueled him to do this to Jon.

"How does it look?" Jon demanded, after relieving himself and turned to see his woman crying silently, his heart instantly twinging painfully in his chest. "Shit, come here, precious."

Jecina couldn't deny his request, though she was very careful not to hurt him more than he already was. "I-It's bad, Jon…it looks so bad…" She sobbed, her tears coating the front of his hospital gown and clutched the material in her hands, feeling his hand rub the back of her head lovingly.

"He's gonna pay for this, Jina. I promise you, he's not gonna get away with this a second time."

The first time, Jon had it coming and he was man enough to admit and accept it. He had flat out provoked Dean by screwing Jecina, KNOWING she was with Dean at the time and hadn't cared at the time. That beating he let slide because it was deserved. This time…however, no he did NOT deserve to be beaten down with a steel chair 20-30 times. Hell, Jon was pretty sure Dean had hit him more than that, but honestly lost consciousness after the first minutes of the brutal attack. The Asylum match would be his revenge and he VOWED Dean would NOT walk out of that ring of his own volition, the evil thoughts already flooding his mind. There were so many possibilities with this upcoming match and Jon decided to keep them all under wraps, refusing to upset his woman more than she was already.

"Jon…" She had kept the truth from him about her trust issues, but this was something she would NOT keep to herself. "He did this…because of me, I think…"

One brow shot up as Jon stared down at her, wondering what she was talking about. "What the hell makes you think any of this is your fault, Jina?"

"Because…we ran into each other last week. Remember when you went to workout and I went to the coffee shop with the girls." She watched him nod and took a deep breath. "Well, I got back to the hotel and…Dean was there in the parking lot. I don't know if he was waiting for me, but…we had words. I was angry at him for outing me to you about calling him in Pensacola to help me find Lilianna. I yelled at him, told him I love you and I wouldn't be with him even if I wasn't with you. He got upset with me, basically told me he's still in love with me and I should be with him instead of you." Dean had also accused her of keeping things from Jon, which stung because it was the truth.

"That mother fucker…" Jon hissed angrily, turning away from her in order to look at his back as much as he could in the mirror, gnashing his teeth. "Why didn't you tell me about that shit, Jecina?"

He rarely used her actual name unless he was upset or angry. Jecina cringed at the gritty tone of his voice and lowered her eyes, chewing her bottom lip nervously. "I didn't want to cause more friction between you two because of the upcoming match. I didn't think it was a big deal, honestly. There was no reason to tell you and get you all pissed off because I know you, Jon. You would've gone off the deep-end, like I know you wanna do now, hunted him down and beat the hell out of him for talking to me." Or castrating her verbally.

"You still should've told me." Jon growled, wondering how long it would take before his back returned back to normal again.

Something told him he'd have to wear a shirt in his match against Dean and that just ticked him off more. Jon NEVER wore tops of any kind to the ring, not unless it was a t-shirt he was promoting, but that came off before the match began. He was a firm believer in the old-school wrestling trunks, black, with the name MOX on his hip, black boots and his hair in his eyes, wet. Jon had a very specific style, though he'd gotten trunks made with the A&M symbol since he'd been in the tag team with his twin for over a year.

"I'm sorry." Jecina whispered, feeling his hand lift her chin until watery forest green met electric blues.

"Forgiven." He rumbled, covering her mouth with his and pressed her against the door, not caring they were in a hospital room bathroom or he had a gown on. "Pants off, precious…"

Her eyes grew wide as Jecina gently but firmly pulled back and pushed him away, shaking her head. "No! Not here and not now. You are injured, you have a concussion and you're out of your mind if you think we're having sex in this bathroom!" She was whispering harshly, just in case Doctor Hamstein and the nurse had returned. "And you're not getting sex unless the doctor says it's okay and clears you to do so."

Jon snorted, not believing that and saw the resolve in his woman's eyes, not doubting for a second she'd be able to hold out on him. "You are fucking stubborn and need to stop babying me so damn much." He grumbled, trying to add a hint of exasperation to his voice and failed, a smirk curving his lips.

"That's the pot calling the kettle black, Moxley."

Doctor Hamstein and the nurse were waiting for Jon when he walked out a few minutes later, after Jecina gave him some time alone, and checked him over. Just as Jecina suspected, he wasn't to have any kind of sexual activity for at least 2 weeks, until his back was healed up because he could do more damage being physical. Jon told the doctor what he planned on doing as far as going back to work next Monday, but promised he wouldn't get physical in the ring. Doctor Hamstein was very hesitant to approve it, but decided there was no point fighting the man and could see the determination in his eyes. While Jon's vitals were taken and the examination finished up, Jecina stepped out to make a phone call to Stephanie.

"Is he out of his mind?"

"The doctor approved it as long as he doesn't get physical in the ring until Extreme Rules." Jecina didn't sound happy about it either, but Jon was steadfast in doing this. "He said he wants to send a message to Ambrose."

Stephanie had to admit, she was intrigued and had no idea what Jon had in mind, rubbing her temples with her fingers. "Okay…okay, have him call Shane to set everything up with the 'message'. I think I have an idea of what he's going to do, but I don't have time to go over with him right now with everything else on my plate. Shane can help me out with this."

"Will do, thanks Steph."

Two hours later, Jecina wheeled Jon out of the hospital and grabbed his hand as soon as he stood from the wheelchair, lacing their fingers together.

Time to go home for a week to recover and then they'd be back on the road come Monday.