Like a grumpy he made his way back to the medical wing of the arena. The same trainer from before carefully tends to Sean's visible injuries, applying bandages to some cuts and bruises to provide temporary relief.
(Sean): Thanks for the help but I still can't believe I'm heading to the hospital after that.
(HWA Trainer): Safety always comes first, Sean. You know that. We can't take any chances with head injuries. And based on what you’ve went through tonight, from what I hear, you’re lucky to have gotten away with a concussion and some bumps and bruises.
As Sean lies on the stretcher, Michelle returns with a bottle of cold water seeing as the last time she was interrupted by Erica Martinez’s stunt. She hands it to Sean, and he takes a few sips, feeling the refreshing liquid soothe his parched throat. He smiled weakly.
(Sean): Thanks, babe. You're always looking out for me.
(Michelle): Of course, I am. I can't bear to see you hurt like this!
Michelle tenderly brushes his wet hair back, leaning in and giving him a tender, soft kiss ok his forehead. The trainer smirks.
(HWA Trainer): Looks like you got yourself quite the cheerleader there, Sean.
(Sean): Yeah, I'm pretty lucky.
As the medical staff prepares to transfer Sean to the ambulance, Michelle holds his hand tightly, assuring him that she'll be right there with him. They share a moment of reassurance and closeness, seeking comfort in each other's presence as Sean’s stretcher is loaded into the ambulance and Michelle takes a seat beside him. The ambulance speeds through the Little Rock streets, lights flashing and sirens blaring.
(Michelle): I hate seeing you like this, Sean. I feel like this is all my fault…
Sean reaches for her hand.
(Sean): None of this is your fault, babe! If that creep hadn’t shown up and distracted me, I wouldn’t have fallen and hurt land on my head! None of this is on you! After what he pulled, there was no way I was letting him get away with it.
(Michelle): Sean, this is getting serious, you could have been killed!
(Sean): Yeah but riding in the back of an ambulance trying to get a hold of the guy who put his hands on my girl isn’t something I plan on doing on a regular basis.
Michelle looks into his eyes, a mixture of love and concern swirling in her gaze. She knows how much wrestling means to him, but she also worries about the risks he takes for his career and for her. Hearing him describe her as “his girl” made her heart flutter.
(Michelle): I understand your passion for wrestling, Sean, but I can't help being scared for you. What happened with Fallen last week...and now with him being back on the roster…
Sean takes a deep breath, the memories of the incident still fresh in his mind. He squeezes Michelle's hand gently, silently acknowledging her fears.
(Sean): I know, babe. I can't forget what he did to you and I'll never forgive him for that. But I finally get to put things right at the pay-per-views, for both of us! We can finally get some closure.
Michelle's eyes well up with tears,
(Michelle): I knew Legion would likely be brought back but the fact he’ll be there again, all the time…
Sean sighs.
(Sean): It's complicated, Michelle. The cretin threatened to sue for what happened. It could've turned into a long legal battle, and the advice was to reinstate his contract to avoid it.
Sean sees how upset Michelle is by it. Butch and Wisdom had spoken to Sean and Michelle after the kerfuffle that had ensued when Havoc had gone off the air. Michelle had felt like the air had been driven from her lungs when Butch had revealed what would be happening with Fallen’s contract. She recalled grabbing for Sean’s head instinctively.
(Sean): (softly) I know, babe. It's not fair at all. But we have to focus on moving forward. I promise to protect you and make sure nothing like that ever happens again. I won’t ever let anything happen to you, I swear!
As the ambulance nears the hospital, Michelle clings to Sean's hand, finding solace in his words. She knows that he will do everything in his power to keep her safe, and that gives her a glimmer of hope amidst the uncertainty.
The ambulance eventually reaches the local hospital and Sean is wheeled in. He undergoes a series of tests at the hospital, including a thorough examination for a concussion. The medical team tends to his injuries, providing necessary treatment and relief. As the doctor examines him, Sean begins to complain about another wave of dizziness washing over him, making him feel disoriented and nauseous. He shields his eyes from the bright lights, which seem to intensify his discomfort. Before anyone can react, Sean suddenly vomits, further adding to his distress. The doctor quickly takes control of the situation, ordering the lights to be dimmed, and instructing the medical team to assist Sean with care and support. After a thorough evaluation, the doctor delivers the sobering news.
(Doctor): Sean, I’m afraid you have a Grade Two concussion. The vomiting and aversion to light are significant indicators. We need to monitor you closely and ensure you get adequate rest for a full recovery. No more wrestling for now, understand?
Sean nods weakly, his frustration evident. Michelle gently squeezes his hand.
(Sean): (Tired) As long as I’m fit for this match against Fallen, I’ll be good.
(Michelle): You’ll do as you’re told. If the trainer doesn’t clear you, Sean, you can’t compete.
(Sean): I’ll be fine, babe.
Despite feeling like crap, his head pounding, his insides cramping from the vomiting, he sees Michelle looking conflicted. He reaches out and squeezes her hand.
(Sean): We’ll figure this out together, Michelle. I promise.
She offers him a brave smile but on the inside, she’s crying. She tells him she’s going to get a coffee from the cafeteria, giving him a small peck on the lips and warning him about not falling asleep as the scene fades to black.
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