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"Good morning, Mr. Ambrose. I'm going to administer pain relievers in your IV." The nurse spoke as she walked towards furniture with three levels and several boxes with medication in them.

"Finally.." He started, tilting his head to watch her fumbling around one of the boxes. And said the first thing he could think of.

"Maybe I just need someone hot to take care of me." He blurted out, in a husky voice. He knew.

The nurse got startled by his comment, nervously she grabbed a certain bottle and took out a syringe to extract its content.

"That's up to Dr. Cook's command." She said, blushing spread through her cheeks. Walking towards Dean with the syringe on her hand, her smile turning into a serious face, as she remembered why was she there in first place.

"I'm sure he won't mind." Dean flirted as he flashed her one of his nicest smiles. She took his IV and pressed on the syringe, freeing the contents into Dean's bloodstream.

"This medication should help you feel better soon." She said, the last word being said with a slight tremble. Dean inspected her face carefully as she left, shrugging he laid his head back on the pillow.

—

"What on earth is wrong with you?! It was a simple order and you couldn't do it?!" Dr. Cook barked at the nurse. Looking at the blood results and reading that he'd gotten a normal amount of painkillers.

"I don't know what happened! I must have confused it with another product!" She defensively said, terror in her face. And she reminded Dean was flirting with her.. It must have been that.

"I'll do it my damn self." He growled stepping out of his office, hurrying to Dean's room.

He carefully picked the products, mixing different types of medicine. It should look like a mistake.

This would sure stop his lungs from functioning. A mischievous grin plastered in the doctor's face. He took Dean's arm and checked the syringe.

"You stupid son of a b-" Seth barked from the door frame until he ran towards the doctor, tackling him off his feet and down on the floor. Swinging his foot harshly on the doctor's head, taking him to unconsciousness.

"Seth!" Exclaimed Dean, as he'd just opened his eyes, watching the scene. Surprise and terror displaying in his face.

"Hi, Dean.." Seth greeted, panting through his clenched teeth.

"He's sent by triple h. He was going go kill you." He spoke, going close to Dean, and as he approached his bed Seth's face showed as the dim lights were shining on his face from the half-open door.

Dean's eyes traced at Seth's black eye, a cut on his lip, maybe a broken nose by the amount of blood being shed and several other scraps and bruises around his friend's face.

As if Seth could read his face he was quick to speak.

"Don't worry this is nothing. Let's get you out of here, okay?" Just when he finished saying that, Roman rushed into the room.

"Hey, Rome!" Seth greeted. "Thought you wouldn't make it."

"Wouldn't stand you guys up." Rome smiled, as he got close to his friends he noticed Seth's left arm tapped from the middle part of his forearm to near the top of his arm. Roman lifted an eyebrow in confusion.

"What happened to you? How did you manage to escape?" Roman asked, while helping Seth get Dean's things.

"Well.. As you can tell I had to fight some guards and somehow I managed to get out." Seth said, wiping his nose with the small sleeve of his shirt, unable to stop the bleeding.

"Seth I think you should get checked out.." Dean began, while he got help to get off the bed by Roman and Seth to sit on a wheelchair.

"Yeah, maybe. But not at this hospital. Hunter's probably behind my ass." Seth grunted, grimacing as he took a brief look at his bruised face on a mirror near Dean's bed.

The three of them managed to get out the hospital without being noticed.

Roman went a few steps forward to get the car ready to help Dean inside the car, and the wheelchair.

Meanwhile, Dean was still curious to Seth's injuries.

"Really, Seth. What happened to you?" Dean asked, his voice soft.

"Well, I was ran over by Triple H's car on my way out, and the bruises are just a few gifts he and his guards left." Seth's spoke, sighing afterwards.

Dean simply nodded, he felt a sharp pain from the back of his head. It was a simple headache, but he knew it was because he was being more a burden than help. He hadn't felt this useless in a long time.

As Dean got lost in his thoughts, he realized he was already inside the car, Roman was driving and Seth was on the back, barely being able to see him through the mirror.

—

After laying Dean on his bed, Seth sat down on the couch trying to sleep. Roman settled on another seat looking at Seth. Afterwards he went looking for any first aid box. And he proceeded to try to remove the blood from the rest of the non-injured face and neck.

"Thank you, I'll do it myself." Seth said as Roman tried to clean the blood himself, snatching the gauze from his hand he proceeded to clear his stained face himself.

"How are you feeling?" Roman asked Seth, as he sat down.

"I'm fine. My arm is killing me though. I'm pretty sure it's broken.." He muttered, grimacing as he slightly touched it.

"I managed to grab some wrist tape on my way out and wrapped my arm in it. It was horrible. Glad I could stop this madness before it went out of control." Seth sighed, resting his back on the couch comfortably.

"I don't know, but you've got pretty bad cuts on the sides of your face and scalp. How're you supposed to go out on Raw next week? I'm not sure that it'll be enough with me, and Triple H will definitely try to dismantle you out there." Roman assured, as he thoughtfully stared at the carpeted floor.

"I think you should try to drive him to another hospital. I mean, if he's really gotten his arm broken he has to have it bandaged. Just give alternate names." Dean advised, from his bed. Unable to sleep.

"Do you think that'd be safe..?" Roman inquired, looking at Seth's expression.

"If we're careful I'm sure we'll be fine." Seth estimated. Standing up and going for his stuff before leaving.

"We'll lock the door for your safety, okay?" Seth announced, sitting next to Dean on his bed. He smiled back at Seth.

"Alright. I'm really glad you could escape." Dean started, "But well, go get checked before anything else happens." He finished as he patted Seth's shoulder.

"Alright. See you later, Dean." Seth said, disappearing behind the front door. Dean sighed.

—

"Are you okay, Seth?" Roman asked, at Seth's sudden stop in his tracks. He turned his head to watch, Randy, Triple H and Kane approaching them. It was a dead-end.

"Where you going anywhere? I brought you some band-aids." Triple H laughed as he got closer. Discarding his blazer and dress shirt on the floor.

"Shut up. You are so pathetic, you can't even face me by yourself you need all your dogs to try to beat us up. Is it because you're getting old?" Seth chuckled, resting his hands over his hips. The pain tingling down his arm remind him he wasn't even 70% fit for this.

"I should probably just lay back and watch these two guys finish you both. Is that fair? Will you stop bitching?" Triple H joked, Seth was getting on his nerves.

Seth only grunted in return, taking a quick glance at Roman. Roman nodded and saw Triple H's partners approaching them.

"Hey, guys why hasn't anyone invited me to this party?" A voice asked, probably with a cocky grin.

Who was that? Is it another one of Triple H's surprises?

A/N: I'm so sorry if this took me forever. Hope this is okay? I had exams this week and I'm almost dead but I'm finally having vacations so I'll try to be posting as soon as I can. Hope you guys enjoy! Thank you so so much for the reviews!