Mike grimaces and tugs at his hair as he paces in front of the trainer's office. He'd spent so much time the last few weeks so pissed off at Truth, at his relentless decisions and confusion that had led to them losing the tag titles. And then what does the guy do but stick him in a match against Bronson Reed, thinking that it was Bron Breakker- which really, which option was worse?!- and just when Mike is close to getting decimated like Seth Rollins had, Truth pushes him to safety and takes the blow himself.

Again. And again. And again. So now he's here, waiting to see how bad it is, if there's any hope whatsoever that Mike hasn't just lost his tag partner for the foreseeable future.

His phone rings at some point and he glances at the screen, releasing a shuddering breath. "Hey," he says faintly.

"Hey," AJ responds softly. "Are you ok?"

"I don't think I'm the one you should be asking about," he says with a strained laugh, sounding close to hysteria. "AJ, I've been so angry at him for so long, and he... he was so fucking thoughtless, putting me in this match, but then he... he saved me. What am I supposed to do with that?"

"Just be there for him," she says kindly. "I don't think he holds it against you. Honestly, I don't think he even noticed you were mad at him. It's going to be ok, Mike."

Mike exhales and closes his eyes, kneading his forehead with his knuckles roughly. "I wish you were here," he mumbles.

"I wish I were too," she says soothingly. "But you're going to be fine. Call me later, let me know how things are going."

"Alright," he sighs. "I'll get him back home to North Carolina and let you know where things stand by then."

"Alright," she says. "It's going to be fine, Mike. I know it will be."

"I hope so," he sighs. "Love you."

"Love you too," she says. "Bye."

"Bye." He hangs up and ventures into the trainer's room, blinking as the medical team look up at him. "How is he?" he asks hesitantly, looking over at his tag partner.

"We want him to go to the actual hospital and get some tests," the trainer says. "But so far I'm mostly thinking cracked ribs and internal injuries similar to what Seth Rollins suffered. We want to make sure nothing else is going on. Just in case."

Mike nods. "If that's all it is, then he can go home?"

"Yeah, I think so. As long as he gets the all-clear at the emergency room, I see no reason why not."

Mike breathes a little easier at how calm the trainer seems about it all. "Thanks," he says, resting his hand on Truth's shoulder. "We'll do all of that as soon as he's awake."

The trainer nods. "If you need anything, we'll be nearby."

"Thanks," Mike mumbles as he wanders off. Turning his gaze back onto Truth's slack face, Mike sighs. "We'll figure it out," he mumbles. "I'm sorry I got so pissed. It just felt like you were doing it all on purpose. I know now that you weren't. We're going to be ok."

He squeezes Truth's shoulder and sits down to wait, trying to be patient in ways he's absolutely failed at the last few weeks.