Disclaimer: I don't own any of these characters. They're property of Vince McMahon and WWE.
Seth's body grew more tense as they approached the hospital, his hand never leaving the lock on the car's door. It almost broke as he pulled it when he pushed the door.
"Hello?! I need a stretcher! Help!" Seth ran inside the building, rushing towards the car with a pair of paramedics and a stretcher.
They took Dean and placed him over the stretcher carefully.
"What happened?" One of the doctors asked.
"Well.. I'm not quite sure, I could hardly see." He said and turned to look at Roman who was next to him.
"He flew against a bench, his back hitting against it and flew towards the floor really bad." Roman explained, crossing his arms before his chest. The doctor nodded.
"Alright, we'll take a radiography of his back." He announced before leaving Seth and Roman alone.
"It hasn't even been a month since we got back together and we're already at the hospital. What the hell do they want from us?" Roman complained, tying his hair in a bun as he sat next to Seth in the waiting room.
Seth's gaze locked with one of the tiles of the floor, hadn't even blinked in a few minutes, his mind was somewhere else. He knew Triple H wouldn't stop until they obeyed him or got career-ending injuries. And he wanted him. Now Dean was in pain, he'd never seen his face twisting and grunting in so much pain, Dean had been through awful things but he wouldn't even flinch at getting anything else bruised or even a broken rib, he'd wrestle with that anyways.
"Seth?" Roman's whisper taking him away from the turbulent thoughts.
"Sorry, Rome.." Seth said, "I don't know what to do. Triple H wants to break you two to get back at me.. I gotta talk to him." Seth desperately tells, standing up hurriedly.
"Seth, man. Calm down." Roman began, "You don't even know Dean's condition yet." Roman's grip strong on Seth's arm.
Seth nodded casting his eyes low.
Roman's side started hurting again, he gripped on it tightly, damning himself as a soft groan escaped his lips. He knew Seth would notice.
"Roman? You okay? You should get checked. I mean we both should." Seth suggested, slightly holding his head near his newest wound.
Before Roman could say anything, one of the doctors who were helping Dean, approached them.
"Do you guys need to get checked? Did you get assaulted?" The doctor inquired, looking at Roman as he held his side.
"Sorry, I'm Dr. Cook. I'm currently attending your friend's emergency." He said, extending his hand for both men to shake it.
"I think we do need to get checked as well." Seth confirmed, looking back at the doctor.
"How's Dean? Will he be okay?" Roman asked, trying to stand up straight and failing.
"He'll be okay, we have to take a piece from one of his discs, because it has broken and it's pressing against his nerve, that's why his legs felt odd. He has to undergo surgery tonight." Dr. Cook explained.
"Surgery?" Seth inquired, his eyes a little wide, staring in disbelief at the doctor. Thoughts rushing through his mind. He shouldn't have made them do this. If this is just the beginning he can't imagine what's going to come next.
"Yes, but it's quite common. He'll be fine it's just a little part. It's mostly just to soften the symptoms on his legs." He added, his hand on Roman's shoulder.
"Let's go I'll check you first, Mister..?" He prompted, as he led Roman towards an empty room.
"Reigns." He simply said, looking over his shoulder to check Seth. He smiled and sat down.
"Nice to meet you, Mr. Reigns, can you tell me where does it hurt?" The doctor said as he took out a pair of gloves from a box nearby. Motioning Roman to sit on the bed.
Seth hesitated. Should he go face Triple H for doing this? Would he stop if he gave away his championship?
A high-pitched sound tore him away from his thoughts. His phone rang, a text message.
Seth could feel as his body temperature increased, his heart started to race, threatening to get out from his chest, the words flashing in front of him became foggy, or was it his hands trembling?
He looked up, towards Roman's room and it was already closed. He tried to look at the sides for any kind of support, he needed Dean to calm him down, but now it was thanks to him that Dean was going to undergo surgery.
"Fuck." He silently cursed. It had been a terrible day, and it wasn't over yet. He didn't know what to do anymore. He felt scared.
What did the message say?
A/N: This one is quite short, but I promise I'll make it up with the next chapter. Hope you enjoy this one too. Thank you for your reviews (and get well wishes!) and comments. They're really really appreciated.