26. "I just want to help you."

(Y/N) couldn't believe it. After all her hard work, she still lost to Charlotte. She winced in pain as she walked back to the trainer's room. "Fuck," she whispered. She probably tore an ACL. First she loses her first title match, now an injury that's who knows how bad. She should have probably accepted the referee's help to the back she thought glumly as she limped her way to the back.

"Looks like you could use some help."

(Y/N) groaned at the voice. Of all the people, it had to be her.

"What do you want Charlotte? Gloat?" (Y/N) snarled at her.

Charlotte raised her hands in defense a look of concern across her face. "I want to make sure you're okay." Charlotte responded bending over to look at (Y/N)'s knee. "And why would the Queen want to do that?" (Y/N) snarled. Charlotte sighed and placed her hands on her hips.

"I just want to help you." She stated as if that answered (Y/N)'s question. "Yeah?" Well I don't need your help." (Y/N) retorted. As she took her next step her knee decided to give out. (Y/N) braced herself for the fall, but it never came.

Instead she felt arms wrap around her midsection. "Come on. Let's get you to the trainer's room." Charlotte said placing (Y/N)'s arm around her shoulders propping her up. A slight blush crept upon (Y/N)'s face. "Fi…fine." She huffed. Charlotte chuckled shaking her head helping (Y/N) to the back.

"Hey…by the way? Amazing match tonight." Stated Charlotte.

(Y/N)'s face grew redder. "Yeah?..well…you weren't so bad yourself."

Charlotte chuckled more. "Well…I did just injure you…"

"Hey!"

"Not my intention! Not for someone as cute as you."

Anything (Y/N) had to say died on her tongue right there. All she could do was blush.

As they got to the trainer's room, Charlotte helped (Y/N) onto the table.

It was as she feared. A torn ACL. (Y/N) couldn't feel anything but anger and regret.

"Hey!"

(Y/N) looked up at Charlotte.

"Don't you dare regret our match. It was amazing and it would be awesome to have another match with you when you get back."

(Y/N)'s face grew red for the third time again.

"Yeah…"

"And maybe dinner tonight."

"Yeah…wait…what?!"