TLC (Tender Loving Care? NOPE: Tables Ladders & Chairs) {Fem!Reader x WWE Superstars} PART TWO
Part 1: Here!
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Summary: Aftermath of the TLC match in part one
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“ONE!”
“TWO!”
“THREE!”
“THE LOSER OF THIS MATCH IS BARON CORBIN, THEREFORE HE IS NO LONGER THE GENERAL MANAGER OF RAW!!”
The cheering in the ring was so loud, it was almost silent. As you lay there, off to the side of the ring, your chest rising and falling very deeply, you couldn't believe how loud the crowd was. If they went any higher, only dogs would have been able to hear them.
Your back was throbbing in pain with a pulse-like beat. The adrenaline which had stopped the full pain to come through was dying down and your back was getting more and more painful.
You looked over to see Heath had put his referee shirt back on and was now holding hands with the other men and raising them up, above their heads in victory.
As they lowered their hands you saw Finn Bàlor get the other men’s attention and he gestured to you and they all seemed to notice your limp body once more.
As the group stepped towards you, Bobby and Chad bent down. “You did an amazing job (Y/N).” Bobby said to you, slightly yelling over the roar of the crowd. You gave him a small smile. “Thanks. Now can you help me up?” You asked with a hoarse chuckle.
The others laughed and together Bobby and Chad, grabbed you by the arms and heaved you to your feet. Apollo placed a hand on your shoulder and you looked at him and he had the most apologetic look on his face you had ever seen. “(Y/N) I’m so sorry. The sudden movement startled me and I reacted before--.”
“It’s fine Apollo. I’ll be fine.” You said giving him the best smile you could give in that moment.
“Hold on a second guys.” You heard Heath say and looked up to see him stepping towards you. Both Bobby and Chad let go of you and stepped back to let Heath come to you. Heath then took you by the wrist and guided you away from the group of men and led you to the middle of the ring. He then flung it up into the air.
The crowd went wild.
“(Y/N), (Y/N), (Y/N)!” The crowd screamed your name as you stood there. A smile came to your face and you nodded in thanks to the WWE Universe.
Walking back to the group of guys you began to leave the ring together. Angle went out first hopping of the ring apron before turning back towards you. As you stepped forward, Finn held the ropes open and you slipped through. As you bent down your back throbbed once more and you winced. Kurt caught that look of pain on your face. “Sit down and slide off.” He instructed.
You did as you were told and sat down on the edge of the ring before sliding down. You gave Kurt a smile of thanks and together you started to walk up the ramp.
“KURT!”
You turned around to see Chad with a worried look on his face. “Her back!” Was all he said.
You were utterly confused. However Kurt looked at your back and you heard him sigh. He gave Chad a thumbs up before turning and taking you gently by the arm. “Follow me.” He said.
“Where are we going?” You asked as he led you up the ramp.
“Sports medicine.” He said. By now you had reached the top of the ramp.
“Why?” You asked.
“Because.” Kurt said, as you exited the arena and passed the threshold of the gorilla. “You’re back is bleeding.”
As you entered the backstage area of TLC you were covered with verbal congratulations, both from other WWE superstars along with cast and crew. A few people tried to pat you on the shoulder or back but they were stopped by Kurt barking at them suddenly.
“Don’t touch her!” He said.
You were becoming more and more concerned with why he was acting so almost frantic like. As you continued to walk the pain began to get worse. Your adrenaline was wearing off and the pain was becoming more and more apparent. You also felt a slight dampness to your back. Your referee shirt seemed to be sticking to your back. Probably sweat, you thought to yourself.
However curiosity got the best of you and you quickly reached behind and swiped your hand across your back, where you felt the most damp and sticky. Bringing up to your face you nearly stopped dead in your tracks.
Your fingers were covered in blood.
Kurt saw your fingers and pulled you a bit more. “It’s going to be okay (Y/N), it’s worse than it looks right now.” He said. You followed along quietly just staring at your red fingers, anxiety creeping through you.
Together, the two of you weaved in and out of the labyrinth of halls until you reached the Sports medicine room.
Kurt nearly kicked open the door.
Inside you were met by Senior Ringside Physician, Dr. Christopher Amann, and Dr. Chris Robinson another Ringside Physician. They turned from the monitors in the room where you saw they were rewatching your match. They then quickly got to work.
Dr. Amann approached you first. “Now (Y/N) we saw the match and it seems like you took a nasty hit. I’m going to have you sit down with your back straight and I want you to face me alright?” He said.
You nodded. You knew Dr. Amann and Dr. Robinson well. They had healed you many times and were well respected here at WWE. They had been with the company for almost 10 years now.
You winced as you got up on the exam table carefully, Dr. Robinson behind you and Dr. Amann in front.
“(Y/N), you’re going to have to take the referee shirt off so we can see the extent of injury.” Dr. Robinson said.
“Can you see if you can lift your arms up on your own?” Dr. Amann asked. You nodded and slowly began to lift both arms up above your head. “Any pain?” Dr. Amann asked. You shook your head.
“Alright can you see if you can bend your arms at the elbows? Try to place the palm of your hands on opposite elbows.” He said showing you how with his own arms. Through his black polo his muscles bulged.
You did as asked, and were able to do the task but not without pain. You inhaled deeply and a look of pain crossed your face, which Dr. Amann saw. “Alright (Y/N). We’re going to cut the shirt off you okay?” He asked. You nodded as you let your arms relax.
“I’ll be outside if you need anything okay (Y/N)?” Kurt suddenly spoke up. You gave him a nod and a smile. “Thank you Kurt. And please let the guys know-especially Apollo that I’ll be fine and I hope to see them later?” You asked.
Kurt gave you a smile of his own before nodded. “I will.” He said. He then nodded to you and the the doctors before exiting the room.
“Alright. Dr. Robinson I believe the scissors for fabric are in the 2nd shelf to the left. Also please hand me a pair of gloves as well. ” Dr. Amann said. You heard the opening of a drawer and the sound of clinking metal before you heard the shut of the drawer. An arm appeared next to your left side and Dr. Amann reached for the gloves within the already gloved hand of Dr. Robinson.
“I’m going to start cutting the shirt off alright (Y/N)?” Dr. Robinsons voice was behind you.
“Got it.” You said.
You heard the opening of the scissors and felt a tug at the bottom of your shirt. The hairs on your neck stood up as you could almost feel the scissors, though they weren’t touching you, near your back.
Slowly Dr. Robinson began to cut the shirt away. You could tell where the shirt was wet with blood because the snip of the scissors was less sharp.
As the physician reached the collar you felt the shirt loosen as he cut the final seam. “Careful.” Dr. Robinson said to his colleague. “The blood has dried in some places and might stick to her skin.”
With a nod, Dr. Amann slowly began to take the shirt off leaving you in your sports bra.
“I’m going to have you lie down on your stomach and we’re going to cut the bra off too okay?” Dr. Amann said. “But I want you to lie down on this bed instead.” He said.
He led you to a similar looking bed however it had a spa like chair headpiece with a hole in it where you could place your head without turning it. You got on it, and lay down with help from Dr. Amann. You quickly caught sight of the cut shirt you had been wearing and saw the back was seeping in blood. Dr. Robinson must have caught your wide eyed expression because he spoke up. “Trust me (Y/N) it’s not as bad as it looks.” He said.
As you lay down on the paper covered cot, you sighed.
“If you’re feeling any pain at all let us know okay?” Dr. Amann said.
“Will do.” You replied.
Dr. Robinson got to work and cut your sports bra off pushing it down so it was still underneath you covering up but out of the way of your back.
“Alright. I think we’re ready.” Dr Robinson said.
You heard the clatter of the scissors as they were set down and another drawer opening.
“Because there's a lot of blood we’re going to wipe the blood away first with water and then with alcohol pads okay?” Dr. Robinson said.
“Mhmm.” You said.
As they worked, they made sure you were not feeling any pain whatsoever. You felt the water drip over your back and felt the sting of it as it cleared the cuts. You let out a hiss, to which Dr. Amann said, “You’re doing great (Y/N).”
They got to work using the alcohol pads which was so painful you gripped the cot until your knuckles turned white.
“Well it looks like when Apollo hit you with the chair the edge must have caught on the shirt and accidentally cut you on the back. Do you remember feeling a sting that a cut would cause? I wasn’t able to see a rip in the shirt because of all the blood.” Dr. Robinson informed you.
You shook your head. “I only felt the sting of when the chair hit my back.” You told him.
“Well it’s only a long cut that was superficial but it bled a lot because of all the movement you did. It should heal completely in a week or two.” He said.
“However, I am concerned that when Apollo hit you, you might have hurt your back. Nothing major but I when I saw it hurt to bend your arms I suspect you might have a bruised or sprained back.” He said.
“We’re going patch you up for now but I want to be 100% sure you’re not seriously injured-which I don’t believe you are but you never know with back and spine injuries.” Dr. Amann said.
“I’m going to have you go to the Santa Clara Valley Medical Center to get a few X-rays.” He said. “Just to be 100% sure.”
As they finished up putting a temporary patch, you wondered what you had missed in the ring.
“Alright we’re going to get you up now. Easy does it.” He said.
With their help you sat up, clutching your bra to your chest. Dr. Robinson quickly gave you a towel which you wrapped yourself in.You removed your bra and threw it in the hazardous waste bin.
“I’m gonna grab you a shirt to wear okay?” Dr. Robinson said.
“Try to find a button up if possible. I don’t want her raising her arms too much.” Dr. Amann said to Dr. Robinson before he left.
Now it was just you and Dr. Amann. “How’s the pain level?” He asked. You sighed. “I mean it hurts but that’s normal right?” You asked. “I’d be worried if I wasn’t in pain.” You told him which caused him to chuckle. “Very true.” He said.
Dr. Amann picked up your bloody referee shirt and threw it in the hazardous waste bin. He then replaced the paper on the other bed, before he snapped his gloves off and threw them away. “You did well out there.” He said.
“Well I did as best I could with what was thrown at me.” You replied to which made Dr. Amann smile.
There was a knock on the door which made Dr. Amann turn. “Who is it?” He called out.
“It’s Roode and a few others with Baron.” You heard Bobby’s voice on the other side of the door.
Dr. Amann glanced at you in your towel and you gave him a “it’s alright” look. With a nod he then opened the door.
In the doorway was Bobby Roode and Chad Gable with the other guys from the match. They were helping Baron Corbin who looked quiet battered and bruised but still standing.
“Vince wanted him to get checked out just to be safe.” Chad said.
“I’m fine!” Corbin snapped trying to shake loose from the men holding him. “You’re being ridiculous. I can take a few hits from a chair!” He snapped.
Dr. Amann had a “won’t take no for an answer” look on his face. “Baron on the cot. Now.” He said.
With a sigh the tall man trudged past you and made his way to the cot behind you. He nodded to you and you gave him a nod back. Dr. Amann put a hand on your shoulder. “I’ll be right back.” He said. He then pulled a divider that was against the wall out and went behind it to check on Baron.
You turned to the guys who had accompanied him. Apollo, Chad, Bobby, and Finn.
“Hey (Y/N). How you feeling?” Finn asked.
You smiled at him as well as the others. “I’m fine. The chair cut me accidentally without me knowing. Dr. Amann and Dr. Robinson patched me up and want me to go to local medical center for a few tests just in case there’s something they missed but they’re pretty confident it’s not serious.” You told them.
With every word you spoke Apollo looked more and more upset. “(Y/N), I am so sorry that this happened.” He said shaking his head.
You gave him a smile. “Apollo don’t beat yourself up. I’m fine!” You said.
“What’s with the towel?” Chad asked.
“They had to cut my shirt and bra off to patch me up.” You said and you tried not to smile as all their eyes went wide as they realized the situation. “Dr. Robinson is trying to find me a shirt.” You said.
“Here. Use this for now.” And you watched as Bobby took off his robe leaving him only in his blue underwear he wore in the ring. You balked surprised at the gesture for you knew how much the robe was to him. He saw your face and chuckled. He then placed it over your shoulders. “Guy’s lets give (Y/N) a minuet.” He said and the men all turned their backs. You quickly removed the towel and put the robe on, tying the chord. It was much better than the towel. “You guys can turn now.” You said.
They did and you saw Bobby give a surprised look. “That actually looks really good on you!” He said causing you to chuckle. “Thank you.” You said.
As you sat there talking for another five minutes, they caught you up on the matches. The whole WWE Universe was wondering how you were since you had left. “Vince even asked about you.” Chad said, which caused you to raise an eyebrow.
Suddenly the divider was pushed aside and Dr. Amann came back and you saw Corbin buttoning up his vest.
“You good?” You asked Corbin. He nodded. “Yeah. You?”
You gave him a smirk. “I’ll live.” You said. He smiled as he walked around the other side to face you. Suddenly the door opened and in walked Dr. Robinson with a TLC ‘18 button up baseball style jersey in his hand. “Oh hey guys.” He said nodding to the group of men before walking up to you. “(Y/N), here you are.” He said. You gave him a nod of thanks.
Suddenly another knock was at the door. In came one of the stage managers, his headset around his neck. “Hey guys. I’ve got Vince on the phone. Vince wants (Y/N) to make an appearance if possible.” He said looking at you.
You gazed at Dr. Amann and Dr. Robinson. “What do you think?” You asked.
“If it’s quick and we go right to the medical center after the show then I think it would be alright.” Dr. Amann said to which Dr. Robinson gave a nod of agreement.
The techie put a phone to his ear and relayed the message.
You could hear garble on the other line.
“She looks fine. She’s wearing Bobby’s robe.” He said.
More garble.
“Yes sir. Alright bye.”
He ended the call.
“Vince wants you to come out and all the guys will be outside the medical room waiting and you come out. He then wants Bobby to give you his robe and you guys walk off all together.” He said. He looked around at the whole group. “Can you do that?”
You nodded.
“Alright. Places in five minutes.” The man said before leaving.
“Excuse me.” You said grabbing the new shirt Dr. Robinson got you and stepping behind the divider. You took the robe off and quickly put the shirt on. Coming out you handed Bobby his robe. “I’m ready.”
You heard Dr. Amann chuckle. Turning to him you gave him a quizzical look. He was shaking his head, a impressed look on his face. “You are one tough cookie.” He said.
You gave him a beaming smile, the pain in your back all but forgotten. “Only a true fighter get back up when everything else is telling them to stay down.” You said.
Dr. Amann nodded. “You are a true fighter if I ever saw one (Y/N).”
This time it was you who nodded. “You’ve got that right Doctor.”